It's Hot and A Little Tight

This morning we visited the great Cango Caves, formed millions of years ago when the water table fell. Twelve of sixteen of our group embarked upon the adventure tour. This included five extremely tight spaces/passages on a 90 minute tour. The remaining four did the 60 minute standard tour in the largest caves toward the entrance of the caves.

This experience was one of much anxiety for me, being rather particular about space and all. I wouldn't necessarily say I am clausterphobic, but when it comes to possibly getting stuck in places deep within the earth... yes, I was concerned. However, after getting going into the caves and seeing some big burly men in front of our group go, my nerves settled.

Inside the caves were something to be seen. Stalagmites and stalactites everywhere, some with huge bulky formations, others with tiny skinny pillar looking ones. Sometimes there were even a few columns where stalactites and stalagmites meet. More importantly though was the adventure tour, where we crawled through passages and some tight spaces. A few of their names were "The Love Tunnel" because it's tight on both sides and "Devil's Chimney" because this passage is one of the narrowest. Corvell, our group leader, got stuck last year and had to be pushed and pulled to get out.

Toward the end of our experience, Jen and I wrote a song about it to the tune of Stu's Tiger Song in The Hangover. It goes as follows:

What do cave dwellers dream of

When the crawl through tiny spaces?

Do they dream of streaming sunlight

Or the ocean breeze on their face?

If you're worried about making it through

You better suck it up or the guide's gonna slap you.

There's so much moisture in the air

I'm sick of looking at your derriere

Caves, Caves, Caves, Ohhhh Cango Caves

If you fall in or I hit my head

Then we're shit out of luck :)