VULCANO! How can it look so beautiful but smell so bad?
I arrive on this island and think there’s a serious gas leak and it’s about to blow. The stink is powerful, and chemical – it’s so strong I think it might finish me off. Hell, it’s eggs. That’s what it is. It reeks of rotten eggs.
It’s brutal. I’m not joking.
The whiff is coming up from the crusty, yellow rocks. This from a tiny Italian island in the Med that gave volcano its name. It hasn’t exploded since 1888 but it’s still spewing sulphur to the surface.
And there’s an even bigger surprise around the corner: a natural mud bath with people swimming in the pongy grey sludge. The fumes have clearly affected me because I surprise myself when I jump in too.
I’m told not to stay in for long. To cover myself in the hot mud, then lie out in the sun until it dries and take a shower. It leaves my skin incredibly soft.
The problem now is that I look 20 years younger but smell like I’m already dead!