In 2005, Trevor Hattersley travelled to Rabaul on business. He captured some excellent shots of the volcano erupting. The photography is his. I only mildly Photoshopped them to prepare them for the web.
Here’s a nice one along the road to the volcano:
Since I’m playing journalist these days, I thought it might be fun to interview Trevor about his experiences. I had my notebook out on the boat and I managed to get his attention away from Karen long enough to extract the following nonsense:
Q – Okay, Trevor. What were you doing in Rabaul?
A – I was there to sell delicious, non-gritty Globe products to the hungry masses.
Q – Nothing different there, eh?
A – Right.
Q – Did you see any evidence of volcanism while you were there?
A – I looked around for Mr. Spock, but he wasn’t there.
Q – Ah . . . okay. Actually, I meant volcanoes. Did you see any of that stuff?
A – Oh, yeah. I took some snapshots of the volcano from the balcony of my room at the Queen Emma Lodge. Nice place. Great bar.
Q – Did you get close to the action?
A – I ran into Susie Alexander at the Hamamas Hotel.
Q – Uh . . . yeah. I mean did you see the volcano up close?
A – Yeah, yeah, we drove to the base of the volcano. There was a hot spring there.
Q – What was that like?
A – It was hot.
Q – And . . . ?
A – There were boulders the size of Volkswagens falling on the side of the volcano. You could hear them thumping all around. And lightning too . . . thumping. And flashing.
Q – Wasn’t that a little dangerous?
A – I reckon.
Q – Did you take a dip in the hot spring?
A – I thought about it, but then I cooked some eggs instead.
If the above sounds a little bizarre, don’t be concerned. It’s only because you’ve never tried to get a straight answer out of Trevor Hattersley.
So, here are some of Trevor’s shots. The volcano huffing:
A distant shot from Trevor’s lair (quite nice, actually . . . good show, Trev):
And closer up:
Beautiful shot, that one.
And closer still, the sun lighting up the plume of noxious stuff belching out:
And there you have it.
Nice job, Trev.