Jean-Pierre and I had two hours to kill in between two of our classes today.
We ended back up at the Crazy Horse rock climbing site. Initially, I wanted to check the cave there that has apparently been decked out with huge Buddhas and dragon style railings.
One wrong entrance later, hiking up the side of a mountain on steep, outdoor makeshift steps, we ended up in the mouth of a random cave.
I'm not even going to front on it, I was scared as shit to go in. This is one of those moments when common sense is screaming for you to turn around, not fuck with mother nature, and keep it moving.
But...then there's Jean-Pierre. See the problem, and the reason why I do crazy things around this man, is that I trust him. Riding daily on someone's motorbike at an average of 85 kph will do that to you. I don't know what it is. I just feel like, even if shit goes down, if he's there we'll both get out alive. So, unlike me, I follow him.
The inside of this cave got two reactions.
Mine: "I feel like I'm in the bottom of the cave in the movie Goonies. This feels like a massive fake movie set."
JP's: "I feel like I'm in a scene from Jurassic Park and a Velociraptor is just going to come out of no where."
I can honestly say that I have never seen, nor been in, anything of this magnitude before in my life.
It was terrifying and invigorating all at the same time.