The trouble with living on fertile volcanic land is that sometimes the volcano starts laying down more dirt. Rather violently. So it’s always a gamble, living in places like that – somehow the best real estate always seems to be where “Mother Nature” is the most destructive. There’s probably some sort of wise metaphor or life lesson in there somewhere, about creative destruction.
Thankfully nobody seems to have died – good for the locals, getting people out in time. Hopefully they will be able to recover quickly after what will be a poor harvest this season. (It seems, from the linked news article, that the coffee is safe, or at least it’s not listed as a damaged crop. Sumatran is my father’s favorite.)