Normally I’m not one to fuss about “worst possible scenarios”, but my current circumstances demand that I reflect on my life’s choices. Maybe I could have been nicer to the boy I was mean to. Maybe I should have just eaten that last piece of doughnut this morning.
That’s what being at a live volcano does to you – it makes you think about your life’s decisions. I’m at Whakaari (also known as White Island, and pronounced “fah-kari”), the most active volcano in New Zealand, and I’m about to venture into the inner crate.