It’s like a modern day Pompeii, but less famous because few people died. Looking down at the vanished capitol, you understand that the country had its soul ripped out. And the population is still recovering.
It’s hard to comprehend the devastation of Plymouth until you see it. All that remains of a bustling main street is the top of a church steeple poking through 30 feet of pumice.
The locals were told to pack for the weekend and evacuate. Our guide told us it is the longest weekend of his life —— he is still waiting to go home.