When I was at secondary school I went to some courses with the firemen. Because we were a lot of kids attending to that, they form a group called “Pequeños Vulcanos” and we learned about fire, first aid and rescue.
One day the firemen told us that we were going to the caves of Chontalcoatlan three days to practice what we’d learn and of course to prove ourselves and survive. I was very excited about the idea, so we went to the caves. We came there with food, water, lights, clothes and a sleeping bag in a backpack.
Unfortunately (for me and all the kids of my group) there wasn’t a clear way through the cave like in others so it was pretty hard to get in… and of course to get out. The first night we didn’t sleep at all and in the early morning we did rappel down the cave. Finally we could sleep. The ground was full of stones and even inside the sleeping bag I was getting cold. The second day it was harder, the cave was so deep and I slid down all the time, even in the parts with water, at certain point I was so tired and I really want to leave that place, but there were no turning back.
The last day I was devastated, I want to go home and stay with my family and finally sleep in my bed. The climb was very rude and hard but when we finally came out of that cave I could see the sun shining so high and awesome, and my family was there waiting for me. I hug them a lot, I was so happy. That was an incredible experience, even when sometimes I felt that I won’t leave that place, this adventure make me reflect about my family, friends and my entire life, I could appreciate nature, and if I could go to the caves again, I will go for sure!!
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