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Il Monte Etna
The Highest and Most Active Volcano in Europe

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The Day When I Climbed Mount Etna

The most exciting day of my life,  by Claudia.

Above: una foresta dell' Etna.

 

Soon, we saw a road sign.  It said:  'Sabbia Vulcanica.'  This means:  'Volcanic Sand.' 

Now we knew that we were definitely going in the right direction!

 

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The forest on Etna was gradually turning into a strange mixture of dead and living trees.

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We arrived at a little area of buildings.  This area is called un rifugio.  It is the highest point that you can reach by car.  If you want to go higher up il vulcano then you have to walk or go in a special bus.

We bought tickets to take 
l'autobus.

No one was allowed to wear sandals.  We had to hire walking boots and buy socks.  We hired jackets too.  When you are climbing a mountain it is cold and windy, even during the hot summer in Sicilia.

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Dressed like mountain climbers, we headed towards the bus.  This was no ordinary bus!  It was a cross between a tractor and a tank.  Un autobus speciale.

It was a bumpy, half-hour ride up the rocky, winding track. The roof of a destroyed building lay on the black ground.  Dead trees were everywhere.  There was no colour and no life.  It seemed that we had landed on a dead planet.

 

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Ice patches lay here and there, even though it was August. 

 Photo: a patch of
ghiaccioice,
in agosto on an upper slope of Etna.

 

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The bus stopped and we all got out.  Had we arrived at il cratere?  No such luck!  There was now a long and difficult journey on foot.  It was time for us to be mountain climbers!

La nostra guida - our guide - welcomed us.  He was called Salvatore Turiddu and it was his job to lead everyone up to the summit. He looked very relaxed.  You could tell he was used to working on un vulcano.

 

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As we walked up the steep slope I started to feel dizzy.  There wasn't enough air.  The lack of aria was causing altitude sickness. 

I have never had this experience before.  No matter how deeply I breathed in, my lungs just did not seem satisfied.

However, I felt safe knowing that I was following the expert volcano-climber, Salvatore.​

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The higher we climbed, the colder it became so we put on our jackets.  The strong wind was blowing volcanic dust into our eyes. 

It took about one hour of climbing to reach the summit.  We all felt very tired.  In fact,
mio papà was so tired that he had to lie down on the volcanic ash for a rest.  Povero Papà!  Poor Dad!

 

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When at last we arrived at the enormous crater, a suffocating cloud of sulphur blew over us.  It was a powerful smell of rotten eggs.  I covered my face, trying not to breathe in the gas.  I wished I had una maschera antigas - a gas mask.  

Once again, I felt safe knowing that Salvatore was guiding us.  He seemed to know everything about the volcano.  We followed him along dangerous paths.  There was so much
zolfo (sulphur) coming out of
il cratere enorme that sometimes you could not see properly.  It stung my eyes so I covered my face as much as possible. 

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As we walked along a narrow ledge, I was nearly blown into the crater by a strong gust of wind.  My heart was pounding with fright as I struggled to keep my balance.

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Through the sulphur cloud I could see the top, inside part of il cratere centrale.  I tried to see further down inside but it was hidden under a thick blanket of greyish white sulphur smoke.   Che paura!  Scary!

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Around the crater the rock was stained a yellowish green colour.  Salvatore said that this was the effect of
lo zolfo, the sulphur.

We spent about one hour walking beside the crater. 
All around, there were little vents with gas and steam coming out.  I decided to put my hand on a little vent and burnt my fingers! 
Oplà! 

"Così impari!" said mio papà.  "That will teach you!"

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It was time to walk back down to the waiting bus. The slopes were so steep that sometimes we lost control of our steps and had to slide down.  It was like skiing on black snow!

Back in the bus we saw how dirty we had become.  Our legs were black with volcanic dust.  Our clothes, hair and faces were covered in it! 
Mamma mia!

As the bus descended the bumpy, winding track, I noticed the first sign of life.  It was a little green plant growing on the black ground. 

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Lower down the slope, more little plants appeared.  It was very nice to see some colour again.  We were gradually returning to planet Earth!  We felt like astronauts who had just visited another pianeta.

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Il Monte Etna is a mountain in Sicily, Italy.