Chasing Light

Imagine yourself inside an unlighted room in isolation. The surroundings appear dim and dark. You hear nothing but a deafening silence. Silence comparable to none other. Your heart beats faster. Gets magnified like a lightning roar. How you wish a light would be visible somewhere, that will lead you out.
 
This I felt and probably was also the predicament of the group. We explored one of the interesting caves in our province, the Cantabon cave. It measures eight hundred meters. According to our guides, it would take three hours to get inside and go out of the cave.

I heard several stories about the enchanting place long ago. I haven't been there. I am a stranger and "tourist" to the place where I was born and raised.

The cave's mouth was difficult for everyone to enter. I'm thankful I am lean. A little bend and step sidewards was enough for my body to squeeze in the little passage. It was dark and slippery. The first two or three hundred meters from the cave door, we had an uphill and downhill climb off the rocks. The stalactites and stalagmites was stunning, perfectly hanged like ice cream cones on the ceiling and protruding on the cave floor. We hear the dripping water from the rocks. We wade on waist high waters. Bend to the left as well as to the right. Crawling like turtles, getting wary of being hurt on the sharp rocks, covering the cave environment.

I was greatly reminded of the cloud-like and bath tub rock formations inside. The lonely bat clinging on the ceiling. I wondered where are the others?

We chased the light coming from the lamps of our guides. They were the head and tail of the group. It was them that lead us through the exciting and heart pounding journey down under.