A story exploring Santorini's volcanic islands by boat, published by The Adventure handbook, read the full story here.

Our vessel glided peacefully through the water on our way home, back to civilization. I would miss the untamed beauty out here. I would miss the humility of being confronted by natural phenomenon. Heaven is not a place of order and architecture, of white buildings and luxury accommodation, heaven is folded into the crevices of this fierce and unruly Earth. I had knelt at one of Mother Nature's many temples. I had whispered the necessary prayers and fumbled the rosary beads around in my palm. If nature is not my church then I am godless, light me up in flames and scatter my ashes, return me to the land or sea from where I came and to where i will surely go.