Peering into Earths Fiery belly at Mount Yasur, Vanuatu. “The View from the mountain top was fantastic. “Stop, yes stand there”, Beate said as we walked along the rim of the caldera. Asle tried to make a relaxed pose. But just as the camera clicked, a thunderous boom came from the bottom of the crater, and we could feel the ground shake. Startled, Asle turned around to see a massive spray of red glowing lava bombs rising up just behind him. A plume of black smoke followed, and realizing she still had the camera up, Beate pressed the button.”
It was pitch black when we disembarked the cargo ship at Seghe, a tiny town in the remote Marovo Lagoon. We had no idea if the owner of the lodge on the isolated island we planned to stay on had received our message and if he would be here to pick us up. As the other passengers scattered and disappeared into the night, and only a few local people were left on the small pier, we realized we were on our own. It was very late, and we would have to find transport to our little paradise island somehow, or a place to stay the night.