Pickup truck fully loaded with three sets of gear & doubles, Richie, Gosia & I agreed to pay Jailhouse a visit, Richie absolutely wanting to show us the Swiss Syphon, despite my stated reluctance for dark places. I never felt at ease in Sistema Naranjal and suppose I never will, its stained walls absorb all light and extrude a somber mood.
With three Ts, a jump and another T it's a rather complex left-right-right-left-right path line to get to the sub-halocline Swiss Syphon, but the salt water passages there are quite something to behold indeed.
On the way back from the cenote, Richie spotted Gunni sitting in a roadside café, so of course I jumped out of the truck to greet my former boss of Aktun Dive Center, now fully into kite board surfing.
