The air was dry, and the sun held high over Isla Kela. From the rim of the crater, the scene ahead looked stunning and paradoxically beautiful. The lake appears to be a wide mirror that sits in a shallow dish, reflecting the sky in an onslaught of swirling colours, its image sprinkled with masses of white and pink. From a distance, the smell of acid and death doesn’t reach far enough to warn those planning on journeying through.
The closer one got, the more apparent it was that this ...