Notes

In a helicopter with no doors, you hover over a lava lake the size of two football fields - then land! You run through clouds of acalding steam, dodging lava bombs, to photograph glowing hot lava as it pours into the sea. You set up camp on the edge of a volcano's cone, only to be hit with hurricane-force winds, poisonous gases and acidic ash. If you were Donna O'Meara, this would be part of your life as a volcano researcher, writer and photographer.