Lisa and I had been hiking for three days when found ourselves at our destination.  Our “destination” was a 150 meter drop straight down into the blackness.  The locals called it “the mouth of the dragon” and I could see why.  It was the type of cave that inspired local myths and legends.  But we had to do it, one more item to check off of our bucket list.

We camped overnight and studied the guides one last time.  The little guide pamphlets seemed to have been translated into English by a madman and it was hard to make heads or tails of some sections, but we were able to understand all of the technical parts.  Some things don’t change from country to country.  The night passed quick, with just a few of the typical “day before the adventure” nerves.  In the morning we quickly got everything ready.

Lisa and…