Me coming out of the sub:



We boarded the jet boat once again and the Capt. Kept the boat in place while watched the next group of people board the sub and submerge:



We were treated to a flyby of a flying fish on our ride back … took too long for the brain to register what we were actually seeing though to grab the camera though, bummer!

A quick stop downtown for me to grab a batik shirt that I saw a few days earlier … be warned, 2X shirts are hard to come by, so if you see one you like, better grab it!

Once I got back, I saw Fishgal was already hitting on some of the locals:



I must fight off Ronald! I treated her to lunch at Sbarro’s on the waterfront. It was decent, reasonably priced, and a quick stop before I whisked Fishgal away with a flashlight in hand to visit the Tunnel of Love:



Beware of the crazy old guy (I never read about him before our trip) that will hound you relentlessly to be your tour guide at the cave entrance. The group behind us got suckered into his services and we rushed through pretty quick as he came along with his torch leading the next group though … we though for sure we were going to be dinner for him! They still eat people in some places don’t they??

Lots of climbing and tight squeezes in Tunnel of Love, watch your head!



Finally 600 feet later, there was light at the end of that tunnel!



The next cave northward (Huliea) has been closed due to vandalism of the Indian drawings, so even though it was marked on the map, we now understand why there was no sign for it.

Guadikiri was next, as and it turns out, you didn’t really have to have a light in here as there were several openings in the roof of it along the way that gave just enough light to see what was going on. The entrance:



the guard at the entrance: