Facing the wrath and spittle of Sicilian guides on Mount Etna

Red-faced, spitting and swearing, the guide rages that we disrespect the rules, while his group wait wide-eyed and silent behind him. I have never, until this point, experienced anyone who is literally apoplectic. I feel strangely calm. I hold my hands up: “Calm down. Please stop swearing at me.” I suggest he might want to … More Facing the wrath and spittle of Sicilian guides on Mount Etna