Caving under Budapest
I found myself wedged between two rocks unable to turn my head around to look around. I pulled myself forward inch by inch. I could only see the shoe soles of the Australian ahead of me, blurred by my breath in the cold cave. We all emerged from the tiny hole in the rock, tired and sweaty.
Our guide, Laszlo, asked us all to turn off our headlamps for a moment and we all sat in a dark and total silence.
