4 July 2019

Stromboli - a fiery attraction

Violence, terror and the fiery wrath of the planet - yesterday's explosions prompt the question of why humans are drawn to volcano tourism


Our boat was one of several bobbing up and down in the twilight offshore from the great grey scar which runs down the flank of Stromboli, the Sciara del Fuoco. It was ten years ago, and I was visiting the Aeolian islands for the first time. Most of the passengers on the open top deck had their cameras out, pointed upwards into the gloom. The wait seemed a long one, maybe a quarter of an hour. The Italian man in front of me began exhorting the volcano: 'Come on, Stromboli, come ON.' Then, what we had all been waiting for: a flash of red high up on the mountainside, the night illuminated by a fountain of fire. Glowing bombs ejected from the crater crashed onto the Sciara del Fuoco, then bounced down towards the sea in a cascade of dust ending in small splashes close to the shore.

There were cheers and celebrations from the ecstatic passengers. I think there was even applause. We waited there for another firework display. The crew handed around little plastic beakers of the sweet Aeolian island wine, Malvasia. We all toasted the volcano. Then it was time for home, and the small fleet of tourist boats switched on their engines and ploughed across the moonlit sea towards their respective island harbours. It was one of the strangest tourist experiences I've ever encountered.

Since that first visit I've returned to Stromboli and stayed on the island a couple of times. It is a very strange, unique place, its slopes green with vegetation, yellow with flowers, and grey-black with lava. The black sand beaches, the blindingly white houses, the shockingly colourful blooms cascading over walls, the blue, blue Sicilian sky and sea and then the great slopes of the volcano overhead make a vivid and compelling picture. I explored a cave by the sea said to be the home of the mythical ruler of winds, Aeolus. Stromboli has been the lighthouse of the Mediterranean for millennia; this is an elemental place where myth and superstition are always close at hand. On the cliffs above are some of the island's most expensive homes, coolly whitewashed villas behind discreet bougainvillea-covered walls. Italy's former president used to spend summers here, and villa owners include designers Dolce and Gabbana. There is something about the island's contrasts, its extremes, which lures visitors like a siren's song. The primitive, and the sophisticated, the elemental and the artificial inhabiting the same sun-heated space. Vehicle traffic is minimal on the island, and the nights are dark, and quiet. Yet high above the craters of this active volcano are sending their fireworks heavenward several times every hour.

The craters and eruptions can't be seen from the main settlement on the island, which is in the safest location it can be, given it is on an actively erupting volcano. But it is impossible to be unaware of the dangers, ever. There are signs posting to evacuation areas, places of hopeful refuge above sea level, a helicopter landing pad.

It says something about human nature and our relationship with the elements that Stromboli is the great tourist attraction of the area. Every day boats chug across the sea bringing tourists in their hundreds from the other Aeolian islands, Sicily and mainland Italy, all heading towards an active volcano to get as close to eruptions as they can. Souvenirs here are blazoned with images of the volcano; posters offer crater excursions, hiking gear hire, and boat trips to the Sciara del Fuoco. Every afternoon scores of tourists assemble by the church in walking kit to be led by guides up the steep mountainside to a viewpoint above the active craters where they will watch the volcano spitting fire at dusk.

As well as from the sea, I've viewed the eruptions from a pizzeria (read on to find out more) and even been lucky enough during a BA night flight to see the dull red bloom of Stromboli erupting below. The nearest I've got to the eruptions was last year, when I set off on a solo volcano exploration. The route up to the craters is out of bounds unless you're climbing with an official guide, but a lower-level footpath offers a safer and less demanding excursion. I trekked up the beginning of the crater route, somewhat surprised to find that there were no obvious signs nor barricades marking the branch-off for the main ascent. Presumably this is to make it harder for reckless tourists attempting to climb alone. Only a gap in the undergrowth and marks in the dry earth from hundreds of booted feet betrayed the route taken by the afternoon's parties. I continued along my contouring path. I had not yet encountered a soul when I found myself in an eerie overgrown graveyard. High above the village, this cemetery may have been abandoned, I speculated, after eruptions in the 1930s led to a depopulation and a general move towards the 'security' of the main settlement. It was an evocative spot, and a sobering moment of realisation that I was completely alone, on the slopes of an active volcano, in this strange world.

The path wound on, dipping into gullies and climbing ridges. I overtook a few other hikers, including some Germans carefully photographing a giant caper plant. Twilight was getting nearer when I began to hear, intermittently, a low dull boom. It took me a while to realise that this must be the grumblings of the volcano. I was nearing the slopes beneath the active craters. The picturesque footpath emerged onto a paved mule path running up in zigzags alongside the great ashy Sciara del Fuoco. I climbed a short way, to a bend in the path which doubled as a viewpoint. A 14-strong English tour group were gathered with their guide. We all waited for the next burst of fire. Dusk was falling, and my blouse, soaked with sweat after the hike, began to chill me. A black puff emerged from a crater above. Cameras clicked and cheeped. Although there was still some light, enough to see the islands of Salina, Alicudi and Filicudi looking romantic in the misty sunset distance, the next eruption, a dramatic one, had red lava visible in its heart. As it died away, the debris scattering down the slope before us, the tour group turned their backs and began the descent. They were unlucky; as soon as they'd disappeared down the track a much bigger eruption set the remaining onlookers gasping. It was accompanied by the booming I'd heard earlier. Between the path and the main slope of the Sciara del Fuoco, I saw a goat grazing on a patch of grass among the rocks, impervious.

In one of the island's bizarre juxtapositions, eruption-viewing is often combined with pizza-eating. Far below, on the slope between this viewpoint and sea, looking over the Sciara del Fuoco, was the old volcano observatory now turned into a pizzeria, L'Osservatorio. And I had a booking. I strode down the long zigzag path at a liberating speed, and before too long I was seated with my vegetarian pizza and a glass of wine, watching and waiting for the next fiery explosion.

As night falls, one of Stromboli's other spectacles is presented to the diners at L'Osservatorio. The red eruptions high above are accompanied by small white fireworks, the camera flashes of the hiking groups on the high-level excursions. Once they've seen and photographed, the guides lead them rapidly down the slopes, a necklace of bobbing white head-torches marking out the zigzags of the path, a decorative illlustration of the bizarre sport of volcano tourism.

I walked back into the village alone, along a track that was even dustier than I remembered, following my torchlight between the tall reeds which cover these lower slopes. Emerging into the settlement, my way led along a pedestrian lane between the exclusive white villas of the Piscità district, past the unseen cave of Aeolus and back to my white-painted hotel facing over a black beach.

Next day, before leaving this strange and intimidating island, I took a boat trip to Ginostra, a picturesque hamlet in romantic isolation on the far side of the volcano. There are no vehicles here, and not many visitors. The handful of residents have been complaining this year about the state of their small harbour and questioning its suitability for any necessary evacuations. Yesterday, fiery bombs from the volcano's big explosion were reportedly falling on this end-of-the-world settlement, and setting the vegetation above on fire. News reports said that residents and tourists had barricaded themselves into houses, or taken to the sea in search of safety. Last year, when I visited, the only real reminders of the volcano were the steep slopes above and the abundant fertility of the orchard and allotments, and the only sound was the wind in the olive trees.

'Iddu', islanders call Stromboli. 'Him'. The volcano is a unique, elemental place: harsh but beautiful. The vivid island colours are underpinned by black volcanic lava, and its peace rests on the rumblings of volcanic activity. Looking at the larger picture, there are at least two or three volcanoes in Italy thought to represent a greater threat, but Stromboli's continual rumbling and spitting means that here the menace feels ever present. And news coverage of yesterday's eruption will have added to the volcano's formidable reputation. Edgy and exclusive at the same time, it's a holiday destination where visitors can get away from it all while at the same time risking everything. During my first visit, I couldn't understand why anyone would want to stay in such a manifestly dangerous place, own a holiday home, live here. But after spending more time on the island, I began to understand its strange, alarming appeal. Perhaps Stromboli offers something different to each of its visitors: gamblers, thrill-seekers, adventurers and existentialists. If you want to stare into the void and face up to the frailty of human existence in the face of, depending on your creed, the gods, or Nature, or Fate, there could hardly be a more fitting place.



On a practical note, assuming the volcanic activity settles into its typical pattern after yesterday's explosions, Stromboli can be a great place to visit - but be aware of the dangers. A good book for volcano visitors is The Volcano Adventure Guide (2005) by Rosaly Lopes https://www.amazon.co.uk/Volcano-Adventure-Guide-Rosaly-Lopes/dp/0521554535. There is always a certain level of risk, particularly for visitors who climb to the craters, which must only be done with a guide (hard hats or helmets are obligatory). And as this is an active volcano there is the possibility of larger explosions, like that of July 2019, and accompanying hazards like tidal waves and earthquakes. The volcano is monitored, the summit is closed off during periods of increased activity – which is very bad for tourism – and in theory there are evacuation plans. However none of this can guarantee security, and the most recent explosions were unpredicted.

I stay at the Sirenetta Park Hotel, a white-painted and welcoming complex with a swimming pool and a black beach right outside. I'd recommend an evening meal at L'Osservatorio, for the view of the eruptions rather than for the food. Aubergine arancini from Nonna Antonia in the village centre make a great snack or light lunch.










7 February 2019

Novecento Boutique Hotel, Venice - review and photos

This week in Venice I've been on a mission to visit and photograph some of the city's striking and stylish interiors: https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/ihvenicestyle/. 
As part of the project I decided to book a night at a hotel in Venice that does something a bit different with its interior design, the Novecento Boutique Hotel.  This was a cheap time for hotels in Venice, and I paid a reasonable €105 (plus city tax) for one night in a double room single use (two people would have paid more).

The hotel is easy to get to - it helps if you know Venice or check a map - with just a few minutes to walk and two bridges to cross from the vaporetto stop Giglio, served by the Alilaguna ferry from Venice Marco Polo Airport. On a narrow lane between Campo San Maurizio and the Grand Canal, this is a quiet stop just off the beaten track, but only about ten minutes' walk from St Mark's Square and not far from where the Accademia bridge crosses into the arty Dorsoduro district.

From the discreet exterior into the reception lobby, the hotel sets out its agenda: welcoming, stylish and cared-for, but understated. Most of Venice's smarter hotels set out to impress in the 'grand palace' style with gilding and gaudiness. The Novecento is inspired by a more 'lived-in' era, the cosier style of the beginning of the last century (hence the name). If, like me, you have visited the museum at Palazzo Fortuny and loved the bohemian eclecticism created by designer Mariano Fortuny (1871-1949), then this is your kind of Venetian dwelling.



There are only nine rooms in the family-run hotel, and each is styled differently. After a friendly welcome I was shown up to room 1 on the first floor - there's no lift, but I was helped with my luggage. This stylish room was a very pleasant and practical space, comfortable and classy at the same time. Coloured glass in the windows and handsome old furniture complemented the traditional Venetian terrazzo flooring and the striking  metal headstead. I also liked the drapes over the bed and the welcome chocolate. With a suitcase stand, wardrobe, table and chairs, it had all I needed for a comfortable stay. The bathroom was small but decent, though I'd have preferred a curtain or blind for the coloured-glass window.



Unfortunately when I visited the hotel was awaiting an electrician to fix a beeping alarm. As this was faintly audible in my room, the receptionist suggested switching to an alternative bedroom (in fact, they'd fixed the beeping by bedtime). So I packed up again and moved to a second-floor room off the wide salon, room 6. In an Eastern-inspired style, this room had cream and gold hangings and a low bed on a carved wooden platform. Though the look was striking, I wasn't personally keen on the low height of the bed, and I wondered if older guests or those with knee problems might find this a challenge. The two chairs in the room were small and wooden, so without sinking to below knee-height on the bed, there was nowhere to sit and relax in the room. The comfortable seating areas in the attractive and empty salon outside, however, perhaps made up for this. This room looked out over the hotel's small courtyard and other courtyard gardens, which provided a quiet and interesting perspective. The bathroom was larger than that of my previous room, with a  double-width shower with two shower heads (showering a deux?) plus a rainfall shower head.



Both rooms were warm - very important in Venice in winter - with heating that the guest could control. The style, textures and fabrics added to the temperature to give a feeling of cosiness and comfort.

I was impressed with the hotel's care for details and generosity as well as its appearance. There was free drinking water in the bedrooms as well as a little welcome chocolate on the bed, and a self-service array of hot drinks and cake in the afternoon in the nice little bar/breakfast room on the ground floor - very welcome on arrival, as well as an 'honesty bar' for alcoholic drinks. Toiletries were good quality Ortygia products. On departure I was presented with a little packet of Venetian biscuits to take with me. Breakfast was an excellent spread - more delicious cake, along with pastries, yoghurts, a good choice of fruits and fresh fruit salad, bread, carefully-labelled local cheeses and cold meat, eggs prepared on request. As well as this ground-floor public space, guests could also relax in the large salon on the second floor, a typical Venetian reception room running the width of the building, furnished with the same eclectic bohemian style as the rest of the hotel. With bookshelves to browse, armchairs to sink in, paintings, piled cushions and objets d'art, sitting in this hall felt like featuring in a lifestyle magazine.



I enjoyed my one-night stay and I would be very happy to return or to recommend the Novecento to friends and relatives. The atmosphere was much warmer and friendlier than is typical for Venice, and I loved the hotel's ambience, stylish but cosy at the same time. My only reservation over the hotel's style was the burbling music played in public areas; I don't appreciate it when hotels do this, but other guests may do. The little extras like free afternoon tea really add to a stay, particularly a longer stay. The noise problem in my first room was resolved very quickly and pro-actively, and although I didn't love the second room quite as much, I would say that was very much personal taste.



A day later, thinking about my stay, I've realized what the quality was that impressed me at the Novecento hotel. It was authenticity. I looked around another Venetian hotel just before writing this review, and like so many, it gave the impression of being furnished by interior designers on behalf of commercial investors to give an approximation of what they thought the largest possible number of international guests would want in a hotel. Everything felt a bit too shiny, a bit too random and a bit too unconvincing. In contrast, the Novecento was the real deal. All the furnishings and designs were individual and obviously chosen with genuine care, enthusiasm and personal attention to detail. For me, that worked really well.

If you want to spend a while getting to know Venice, particularly if you're interested in a slightly alternative slant on the city's style, I think you probably couldn't do better than this hotel. And if you stay here and like the hotel's interior design, don't miss a chance to visit Palazzo Fortuny, a short walk away, which is open for regular exhibitions.

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