Alicudi is unique. A fascinating volcanic rock in the middle of the sea, inhabited by about a hundred people. They are the last of a population of 800 souls pushed by poverty to emigrate in the mid-twentieth century mainly to Melbourne, Australia, and to abandon their charming typical houses that today, solitary and run-down, remind one of an ancient agricultural culture and have become an attraction for the adventurous tourist in search of something unspoilt.
The island has no roads and, thence, no traffic. It can be travelled over only on foot, along century-old stepped paths. August sees a little more in the way of tourism, but there is always a stretch of beach where you can find solitude and the quiet sound of the sea on the rocks. The water quality is fantastic, and marine life varied. Great for an hour or two of snorkelling or tanning. The mountain is rugged and grand. You can explore its wild beauty unfettered by fences and limits.