Field Notes From
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Donovan Webster





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Carsten Peter



In most cases these accounts are edited versions of a spoken interview. They have not been researched and may differ from the printed article.

Photographs by Christa Sadler (top) and Carsten Peter

Inside the Volcano

Field Notes From Photographer
Carsten Peter
Being directly in the vent of an active volcano and seeing the lava lake in the Marum crater was overwhelming. We stood there and felt the earth shaking as lava bombs flew around us. The noise was so loud that we could barely communicate. The churning magma was something akin to a giant agitating washing machine. Every step held danger and excitement as rocks fell and gas jets spewed. Strong whirlwinds of air shot up around us and obscured our vision. To be confronted with that force of nature was incredible. We needed 55 to 60 porters for the ascent, so we recruited them from different villages. Unfortunately, when we were down in Benbow crater, some of the porters decided that to raise their rate as much as eight times what we had agreed upon. We didn’t want to do it, but we had no choice. We would have been stranded, and the expedition would have to be halted immediately. The problem grew worse as other porters heard about the fee increase.
Matthew Ecreg, our helicopter pilot, recognized that the situation was getting close to violent, so he offered to fly us out as early as possible the next day.
The next morning we discovered that some of our supplies were missing. We knew that we would not be able to stay any longer. Matthew showed up in his freight plane, but circled our camp at low altitude rather than land. We didn’t understand why. Then he dropped a note to us from the plane. It said that the chiefs had banned all aircraft from landing on Ambrym’s ash plain, and he was concerned that we were being held against our will. He instructed us to wave our arms if we were in trouble and wanted to leave. We did, so he landed and evacuated us to safety to another town.
Everything went OK with the rescue after the ordeal with the porters, but things got weird the next day. Ambrym Island is known in the region as a center of black magic. It must have been working when every vehicle belonging to Matthew’s transportation company broke down. The helicopter needed parts. The freight plane didn’t work. The boat was out of order. And the water jet and car were inoperative. I was hoping that the black magic was not being used against us personally and counted on the friendliness of the people to keep us safe.


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