Wet Cave Abandonmemt

A three hour drive on an empty stomach, squished between two others with a heavy suitcase on your lap was a great preparation for the rigours ahead. There is sizest descrimination happening in our tribe.

Raincoats, beanies and merinos donned, our self-declared vampire 🧛 “Natasha’ led us dripping wet to a large metal dungeon door and the low stone walls swallowed us as we began our descent into the bowels of southern Slovenia.

The cream, waxy walls and ‘tites’ looked like fake 50’s props but there was no faking the cavernous entire Grand Canyon that opened before our guide’s torch. Yes there was the river that sometimes floods and you could hear roaring and you spared a thought for the insanity of the explorers that floated in pitch darkness and carbide, evidence of their historic efforts apparent in tiny iron bridges and cut stairs at heights belying belief. As no photos were allowed i kept it just to 3 or 4 sneaky ones.

So we came to daylight but, no, the engineers, the 4 of them, clamoured for more!!! (Sections 2 and 3) So I bravely offered to find the exit alone feigned enjoyment of the solitude and silence in the multitude of steps as I puffed my way up to some apparent cable lift.. The cable lift being discovered all I had to do was work out what exactly I was supposed to scan on the door scanner to initiate the 5 minute wait for the cable lift to arrive. I guess the entry ticket would suffice if it wasn’t in Manny’s engineering pocket up with the engineering cave conference not meant for typists.

I rang all four engineers but not a chance of being answered. I rang the group messenger chat and ‘lo and behold the angelic musical dolcet tones of Bek the Violinist in Brisbane calmed my panicked typists heart and the machinations of the cable lift began lowering into the depths to save me.

Nothing for it but a homemade beer as I waited for the nerds to come out of the depths.

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