Taxi at the berth:
Sort of a map:
On the North-East there is a larger village (we are here), on the South-West, a smaller one. The North-West part of the island is filled with lawa, there is no life.
This diagram of a route to a local library is a great example of escaping flatland:
The library signs look like ancient volcano worship symbols:
Museum of cinema:
Local businesses specialize in excursions to the very top, where the crater is:
The woman says that the weather is bad today. It is cloudy and windy, dust will get into the eyes, the temperature on top is below 10 °С (50 °F), and when you reach the crater, you won’t see anything:
But many tourists prepare to go anyway:
For those who’d rather not spend six miserable hours in the freezing clouds, there is a plan B.
If you go towards the West of the village for about forty minutes, you will get to a restaurant. From its outside terrace, there is a good view of the crater (when the weather is good, that is). You could admire the mighty forces of nature throw stones and sparks high upwards and devour a pizza at the same time.
The top is cloudy indeed:
But the thoughts of pizza make you go further:
The main feature of Stromboli is that all shop signs consist of two halves. Gastronomy:
A girl rides a bike to a supermarket:
And goes back home:
Handwriting is popular:
Or this one:
The volcanic sands looks like black soot hard to wash off:
In reality it is as friendly as regular sand, falls off your feet when they get dry:
This rock is Stromboliccio with a lighthouse:
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