Top of the headland which separates Voragine from Bocca Nuova, the Western side, we let us have a view from above on a cone which spits almost continuously. Further towards the South-East, another cone, half hidden by the fumaroles, does as much noise than this one, altough it is further.

There it is, a pyrotechnical festival, a thundering fairyhood, a volcanic extase... well, it is great! The explosions follow one another, minutes after minutes.
Episodes like lava fountains during ten seconds fill us with awe.

The film is consumed at great reinforcements of catches, the awed expressions fuse. After one hour, we get away with regrets and go down towards our tents.