
We met at 12:30 and took off with two ropes, three dogs, and five men. After hiking about 30 minutes straight up, we dove about 50 meters down a spiraling cave hole, meandering our way through four-foot high holes and around abandoned mine shafts which are hundreds of feet deep – without safety lines. One misstep on the chalky cave floor and basically, you’re dead. Try it for the first time while carrying a 50-foot rope over your left shoulder and a camera bag over your right. Admittedly, I was terrified. No matter, we made it to the cavern and the light came through on cue, creating about an eight-foot wide beam of bright blue light on the cave floor.
It was like a scene from an Indiana Jones movie, except afterward we went to the art gallery and watched Karl(os)’s girlfriend perform an Octavio Paz poem about (metaphorically) dying in the desert – while scantily clad in some kind of weird Mexican Indian costume. It looked like a Day of the Dead celebration had thrown up all over her.

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