There was a sprinkling of
light rain as we set off in Smarty to visit Mount Etna. It was much cooler,
20°C, than we had been used to during our time in Sicily and the sky had a
light overcast – something else we hadn’t seen until yesterday. Our new satnav
was installed in Smarty alongside her clock and rev counter. The satnav was
doing brilliantly taking us up the winding mountain road towards Rifugio
Sapienza.
Either side of us the
countryside was black with lava with a mantle of ash. Some areas had green
patches where vegetation was gaining a hold, others were just black. We passed
numerous abandoned buildings surrounded by lava. There were also numerous
hotels and restaurants that had chosen their locations more wisely. We stopped
every now and again to take photographs, each time we got out of Smarty it felt
a little cooler. The view south to Catania and the coast of the Gulf of Catania
was masked by the haze. We could see old grass covered craters below us, black
cones protruded above us.
Smarty With Ash and Lava Behind |
Rifugio Sapienza is a hotel/refuge at the highest point (1,930m) on the road skirting the southern flank of Mount Etna. It is also a tourist complex with a clutter of souvenir shops and a café as well as large car parks for cars and tour buses. We were there because it is also houses the base station for the cable car that ascends the mountain.
We parked close to the
cable car. A man stuck what looked like a cloakroom ticket under Smarty’s
wipers and asked for a ‘donation’. He was satisfied with €2.20 in change, very
clever and I wondered how much he makes in a day doing that? It was just 09:30
but already tourists were pouring out of their buses and heading for the cable
car. Our guide book warned it can be cold on Etna andwe added another layer of
clothing before heading for the cable car.
After being relieved of
€60 for the two of us which Jane thought was good, because the guide book
showed the fare as €52 each, we were soon in a six person gondola that climbed
580m in its 2km journey. At the top the climate bore a marked similarity to
Wellington in a southerly, cold with a biting wind which we kept out with our
rain jackets. We could see one of the 4WD buses that carries tourists closer to
the crater. We headed for the bus only to be told they weren’t running today –
the man pointed to the summit and we could see smoke venting from the crater.
Our guide book had informed that the buses are suspended when volcanic activity
gets too high. Who cared about a bus ride when you could see an active volcano
in action?
First Signs Etna Was Up To Something |
We started walking up the
track the buses take to the summit. While still a long way off we could clearly
see steam and plumes of black smoke venting from the craters high above us. We
walked for another kilometre climbing about 100 metres in the process. The
terrain was completely black, nothing but volcanic ash as far as the eye could
see. We decided we had walked far enough and stood for a long time gazing in
awe at the summit. There seemed to be two distinct areas of activity (there are
four craters at the summit). Steam was venting from the left and formed a long white cloud that
trailed away northwards. At intervals of about 20 seconds a black plume would
soar vertically shooting lava upwards that seemed to fall slowly down as
hundreds of black specks. Occasionally the black plume would vent horizontally
and we could see molten lava being ejected. A trail of smoke ran down the
side of the crater. To the right a more violent explosion occurred at about the
same frequency shooting debris, glowing red at first high into the sky. The
noise that reached us long after the explosions was loud and somewhere between
rumbling thunder and the clash of enormous cymbals.
Sometimes Lots Of Smoke And Steam Were Vented |
Jane Looks On |
Sometimes Molten Rock Was Clearly Visible
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Like Wellington In A Southerly On Etna |
We took our place in the
queue for the cable car back down. A couple of eastern European women were
ahead of us and they couldn’t stop taking photographs of each other standing
alongside a gondola as it inched its way along the boarding platform (In spite
of looking closely at the arrangement on numerous cable car trips it’s still
not clear to me how the gondolas detach from the rope to enable passengers to
embark and disembark, it’s very ingenious). Just as the women boarded their
gondola everything stopped – we could see a man in a control room peering at a
monitor and pushing buttons. Then he picked up a phone while a colleague walked
to the end of the platform and peered down. The women were out of their gondola
taking yet more photographs of them posing against the car.
Cable Car Up Etna's Black Flanks |
After a number of false
starts the cable started moving again and we set off on the return trip. The
cable stopped six times during the journey, each time leaving us swinging fore
and aft for quite some time. The fifth stop was only 10 metres or so from the
platform and the last was at the platform but before the doors opened. Ahead of
us the eastern Europeans were at it again taking yet more photographs of each
other.
We were finally able to
get out of our gondola and walked over to take a look at the souvenir shops.
They were all very similar selling lots of larva ornaments, tee shirts, etc.
etc. We looked for fridge magnets which we decided would be a good memento of
our trip and eventually settled for one of Etna and another of Sicily. Jane
continued to poddle around the shops while I tried, and failed, to hook into
the free wi-fi advertised by a nearby café. (There wasn’t wi-fi at our current
camping ground).
We then set off to
circumnavigate the mountain using roads that link towns and villages lying at
its base. Almost as soon as we set off the road went into cloud that obscured
the mountain completely. It was gone 13:00 when we reached the town of
Zaffarana Etnea where we spotted a supermarket and stocked up on supplies,
including sausages we were planning to eat for dinner. We decided it was
lunchtime and found a trattoria on the outskirts of the town. The menu was in
Italian and our waitress had no English. However, we could understand what she
was saying and at her suggestion ordered an antipasti plate and a pizza between
us. The antipasti was delicious as was the pizza with sausage, mushrooms,
olives, spinach, onion and lashings of mozzarella. Neither of us could finish
our pizza and we asked for a takeaway box.
We continued our journey
anti-clockwise around the foot of the mountain. We passed through the towns of
Linguaglossa and Randazzo with their narrow streets paved in larva and the
mountain was still shrouded in cloud.
It wasn’t until we
reached Bronte which lies to the north west of Etna that the cloud cleared and
we could see the mountain again. We stopped every now and again to take
photographs. Etna was still performing and we could hear the distant clash of
symbols accompanying the explosions. How strange it must be to live within
earshot?
The rest of our journey
was in sunshine, satnav did a great job all day although we had a few problems
in NIcolosi where roads were closed and it took us a while to get back to the
camping ground.
I found I had taken
hundreds of photographs of Etna and spent ages sorting those I wanted to
include in the blog. We agreed seeing Etna in action was the highlight of
Sicily, although the beautiful beaches in the Zingarro Reserve came a very
close second.
Todays Trip In Smarty (134km)
E = our starting point in Nicolosi, B = Rifugio Sapienza, C= Randazzo, D = Adrano
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