i was standing there in my muck boots and blue jump suit, not really knowing what to expect. we walked out through the green fields scaring the sheep in our path, others seemed quite used to seeing strange blue creatures. we walked around the opening of the cave we were to absail into. i could not see the bottom just a mist raising through the dark hole. we stepped out onto the platform from which we were to descend from. leaning off the platform on to a thin steel bar i was thinking its a long way down, 100 meters i kept trying to think of it in feet. "ok" he said " take your feet off the platform." my heart jumped as i sat there hanging from a rope, not seeing the bottom through the mist. then i thought ' lets do this" and down through time i went.
by shanojo on October 27, 2001
Absailing
North Island Waitmo, New Zealand