2. The weird men that gathered beneath Rome
As I collapse to my knees in Rome, I realise I’ve become enthralled by a cult. Not a group of hippies living in a compound, or a crew of pyramid-scheme fraudsters, but a bloodied gang of bull-slaughtering, gibberish-chanting oddballs who once hid beneath this city.
My fascination with the Cult of Mithras bloomed in London, where I visited the remains of their 1,800-year-old temple and learned this shadowy clan had their headquarters here in Rome. That aforementioned tumble of mine occurred outside one of their lairs, the magnificent, 2,000yo Basilica of San Clemente, just 250m east of the iconic Colosseum (pictured here).
I had been leaning down to peer through a grate into the church’s basement. That was where cult members more than 1,500 years ago performed animal sacrifices to honour Persian sun god Mithras. There were 200 such subterranean Mithras temples in Europe at one point. Now this cult lives on only through its architectural remnants, and the curiosity of odd travellers like me.