The place smelled like sulphur.

That’s going to be my main memory of the place.

But in compensation, it had warm underwater geysers that you could float by and be warm, sure you had to hold your breath, but it was nearly worth it.

I remembered a lot of the scenery from last time, two years ago; the volcano itself, a restaurant where Kian got this huge pizza (he got it again, he couldn’t finish it), and the highly sulphuric pass between the halves of the town, with sulphur so thick in the air you could see the yellow tint.

Anyway, we rented a mini moke, this car that outdated seatbelts and doors, and decided to drive around the island.

We ventures down a very steep hill that we weren’t confident the car would be able to get back up, and found a restaurant, where I had meat on papaya (it was the only gluten free thing), and my parents had this slightly oversized pie.

We struggled back up the hill, in the end, and then drove back, with several stops for lookout, and returned, to leave the next day, to the next island of Lipari.