Even before seeing it, you are captured by its presence. An acrid, pungent odor which stuns your senses, quickens your breath and burns your lungs. This is because Vulcano, the island closest to the coast of the mother island, Sicily, is a large crater emitting gas, belches forth sulphureous miasmas, boils the sea like a large cauldron, scorches the beaches until they become carbon dust, and melts away rage in its muds and hot thermal waters. Born of the fury of four volcanoes – Lentia, Vulcano del Piano, La Fossa and Vulcanello – the island contains, along with
Stromboli, one of the two active volcanoes of the archipelago. A feisty mountain, intermittently exploding and then silent, like a mischievous child. A totally unpredictable phenomenon which experts keep under constant
strict surveillance. This immediately captures the eye as you land on the island. Here everything - towns, hotels and villas - lies at the foot of the Great Crater which formed during the eruption of 183 AD.
From the jetty in Porto di Levante you immediately notice the two rocky stacks of the island, Faraglione Grande, with a height of 56 metres, and Faraglione Piccolo (36 m), below which are the thermal springs known for the therapeutic properties of their muds and the sea, heated by a multitude of natural fumaroles. The stacks, ancient volcanic cones, were once used as mines to extract alum and sulphur. It is here that the geo-mineral area is found, one of the most interesting of the island. Coming from the port on the right, at the foot of what remains of Faraglione Piccolo, is the
great pool, a reservoir brimming with water and sulphureous muds. A small beach extends nearby; here the sea is dotted with submerged fumaroles: careful though, the gas is hot and near the steam vents the water reaches very high temperatures.
The famous black beach is also found in the bay of Porto di Levante, a strip of dark powder considered to be among the most suggestive of the whole Mediterranean. Boats depart from here to the
pool of Venus. Continuing along the coast northwards for about 1 kilometre, you reach the isthmus connecting Vulcano with Vulcanello, a small peninsula barely a few metres above sea level, thereby creating a humid area populated by herons and egrets. From here you can walk in just a few minutes to one of the most fascinating areas of the island, the
valley of monsters.
Returning to Porto di Levante and following the asphalt road in the direction of Il Piano, after about a hundred metres turn into a narrow road which soon becomes a path. It is here where the finest walking trail of the island begins and leads to the volcano's crater. It is a narrow cattle track which zigzags up to the crater plateau and then continues along its rim. A spot resembling the entrance to hell, covered in the yellow grains of sulphur, and dotted with small fumaroles which spewing forth vapors. This path takes you to the top of the volcano, at a quota of 391 metres above sea level: the view from here is superb and extends to the Bocche di Vulcano, the strait separating the island from Lipari. Continuing along the perimeter of the crater you will find large elongated rocks full of crevices and resembling gigantic loaves of bread: these are the
breadcrust bombs, bullets fired by the volcano during its last
great eruption. Following the path in the other direction and returning to the asphalt road, you reach Il Piano, the most ancient part of the island. Here pause for lunch at
Da Maria Tindara, a small inn where you can sample the house specialty: freshly-made tagliatelle pasta "alla vulcanara", very tasty and spicy.
The wildest and most austere part of the island, forgotten by man, and dominated by nature, extends southwards from here, including peaks with fairytale names – Sciara dell'Orso, Timpone del Corvo and Monte Aria. The
Troglodyte Grottos are artificial cavities excavated during the Bronze Age as burial sites: the ancient inhabitants of the Aeolian Islands buried their dead near the volcano which they believed the
road linking the worlds of the living and the dead. Continuing south leads to the sea and the small village of Gelso, a handful of houses huddled around the new lighthouse.