caving

The caterpillars in my stomach turned into butterflies as I looked at the caves, they were dark, gloomy and wet. Next, I saw the dark flowing stream and I knew I was going to get wet right away.
The sharp pointy rocks were as sharp as a pencil that had just been sharpened. They worried me. We had to wait in a line ready to descend into the gloomy caves. My heart was beating as fast as an egg beater. I was really excited and scared at the same time.
I made my way down to the dark opening. I had to stretch my legs as far as they could go to get into the cave. What was I getting myself into I thought.

As soon as everyone was in it was time to start heading towards the steep and slippery mailbox. As we were struggling to get to the mail box Jordan really needed my torch ‘oh no’ I thought to myself. I was surrounded in darkness and all I could see is the vague figure in front of me. ‘SPLASH’ I fell into a deep, slimy wet hole. I quickly jumped out not wanting to lose my group. It was as cold as ice and my feet were numb, I was dripping wet. I was ready to turn back until I spotted the mail box where everyone had gathered, how am I going to climb that I wondered to myself. I was so afraid of getting stuck in that tiny little gape.
I pulled myself up into the little room. What an achievement I made it up. The instructor said: “now it is time to head towards the toaster”. Oh no I thought to myself what next.

By Nikita Rawnsley-wratt