Marum Volcano, Vanuatu

June 27, 2013 by  

Marum Volcano, Vanuatu, Getting there was enough of an adventure. “Put that [expletive] camera away,” our helicopter pilot, Phil Cotter, shouted at me. “I can’t see out of there.”

Cotter had remained absolutely calm on the already bumpy ride in, humming to the ’70s rock he was pumping through the helicopter’s sound system. Now, however, he was finally betraying some nerves as his helicopter fought the gale-force winds.

Our destination was Mt. Marum, an active volcano on the remote island of Ambrym, in the South Pacific nation of Vanuatu. We were in the middle of the “Middle of Nowhere.”

Cotter was trying to deliver me and an ABC News correspondent to the lip of the volcano to rendezvous with adventure cameraman Geoff Mackley, who had set up camp there a few days earlier. This was our second attempt to land. As we saw the campsite appearing out of the volcanic smog, the mountain resisted once again, and Cotter sharply peeled the chopper away.

Earlier that morning we had been waiting in Vanuatu’s capital of Port Vila, located on another island, when we got a call that there was a break in the weather. Severe storms on top of Marum had confined Mackley and his team to their tents for the past three days. It was now or never.

For another 15 minutes, our small helicopter bobbed and weaved through heavy rain and winds with next-to-no visibility. And when we finally did land, on the third try, all of us in the cockpit started laughing in relief.

Then the helicopter doors flung open, and the rain started pouring in.

“Welcome to Hell,” one of Mackley’s team members shouted.

In what seemed like an instant, Mackley’s team whisked us out of the helicopter, unloaded our gear, and Cotter took off again, disappearing into the horizon. Our only lifeline to civilization was gone.

I looked over to my correspondent, and she shot me a What-the-hell-did-you-get-me-into? look.

Mackley was our host and this “Hell” — a barren lunar landscape of jagged edges — was his office. The ground was volcanic sand, sharp and intrusive, and the air was suffused with the acrid and corrosive odor of sulfur dioxide. Gas masks were an everyday accessory up there. There were no signs of life other than us; only the high winds, the smog and a dull roar in the background.

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