It's smaller and more overgrown than I remembered. And it feels kind of strange and a bit scary to step in, knowing there's no immediate bottom.
Slowly I let out the air from my wings, hugging the wall so as to keep a visual reference.
Big rough stalactites loom out of the darkness. Around 18m, my eyes adjusted to the twilight, branches appear in the middle of the sink hole, followed by the island in the mist.
I stabilize at 30m, just above the sulphurous cloud, circling the island for some quick snapshots. It's a bit too early still for the sun to shine all the way down. But hey, I got to take a look.
Time to ascend again. Che is waiting in the car for a real cave dive.
