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We are here ...

... sometimes we fight, sometimes we "slam" to make our way in life ...
... more other times we let ourselves be carried away by the current ...
the important thing is that we always, willy-nilly find ourselves at the end of each day,
all here, in what is our safe place ... no matter where he is, if in our corner of the world, if in our blog, where we can really be ourselves without fear ...

The important thing is to find the way ... no, not the meaning of life ... for what we want enlightenment, do not aspire to much ... the way we need is rather to continue the walk, always forward, sometimes backward, sometimes upside down, but walking ...

Someone stops, because it thinks it has found that sense .... who gets married, who puts on the family, who begins to have a career ... just someone stops forever, alas ... others back on track, it starts with us ... ... and the cycle of life, walking, ... already resumed undaunted, curious, just like those streams of water that I mentioned a few days ago that the limestone dig, dig, dig, then stagnated for a while ', you enriched with salts (as we soaked in experiences ...) and then leave, go, go, slow down, rush ... to find their sea ... and we too ...

Slan!

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GROTTARI or POTHOLING?!

Last Friday, during the lecture to the CAI, Fricu us entertained for two hours explaining interesting numerous research activities are carried out to the cave of Rio Martino, in that of Crissolo. During class, I was struck by his phrase "the difference between going in caves and caving to make is that the caving in addition to the pure physical activity, sport, use the brain ..."
That simple phrase, in one like me who has done his studies of science in the last 15 years could not do anything but turn on a light bulb, find out how the activities can be carried out, and do not expect someone else who is willing and time for them was a revelation: hydrology, fluid dynamics, microclimatologia, bio-caving, geo-chemical dating, there is plenty ... of choice, and opportunities for physicists, chemists, geologists, biologists, DEPARTMENT or enthusiast are endless.
Then another discovery: that Giovanni Badino that appears in most of the stories and adventures of the cave that is just take care that, during the course of Physics back in 1998, to explain the angular momentum, spin was pulling our university books in the middle of the classroom ... of course if they are not crazy caving groups do not take them, eh? (Or will it be a result of long hours in the dark? ^ _ ^)

The fact remains that at last, between Friday and Sunday, I really understood why I chose this course: why are so many, and I'd know, among cavers who read this blog, what was the impetus for each of you, the spring that makes you calarvi the depths of the mountains, cold and soaked in water and mud for a good number of hours? First

aspects are more immediate physical activity in a healthy, healthy sport aerobics, good for improving strength and elasticity of a physicist too used to press the buttons on a PC, and the possibility of get through this activity, places to see, incredible structures and buildings, discovering how the incessant activity of water can lead, depending on its conditions of full or dripping, the creation of vast halls or the birth of real stone carvings, the hair of an angel, as stalagmites and stalactites, the eccentric that we all have learned to recognize and appreciate ...
And here come into play other aspects that I believe can lead a person to undertake this activity (or at least those that apply to me).
I think that caving can become the perfect paradigm of soul-searching: the desire to dig deeper, to want to get down to the depths, to test their physical skills but also their nerves, their ability to maintain the blood cool and calm even in situations potentially "scary", they represent in a sense to want to talk out their fears, to expose and learn to live with them. This is fantastic, and I saw it good or bad to all of us who had faced the fear of emptiness, we jumped at the foot of and was able to overcome any ... well, who was uncomfortable in the bottleneck is managed to get out better or worse, ask your nerves (I noticed at my expense, the only time I created a bottleneck problems, to Benes, was probably because the fatigue and hurry me want to quit "messed up" the nerves, and only when, thanks to Armando, I managed to find the quiet, I could share) ...
I believe that each of us can learn important lessons down there: do you realize how important it is to be truly "present" to every situation, be able to stop, slow down their pace, leaving a bit 'from the frenzied race to which we are now used in everyday life. When you enter the cave, leave it all out, just you, the rope, tools, and the cave ... total trust in you, but especially in equipment, and the cave itself: you know you can do very little in front of ' grandeur of the creations of a miserable drop of water, you see what I was able to take over hundreds of thousands of years ... and you stop, estereffatto and fascinated, but also aware that very little, compared to power ... and then started again, with another point of view on the world ...
course, it is said that all share in what I wrote: For many, the cave is a way to test themselves physically, without thinking about anything else ... I'm just wondering, when you happen to be there, to make a little experiment, which yesterday opened my eyes ...
When you are alone, perhaps in the midst of a well, when in front of you will be far behind and there is still no one in sight, try allong or block with a key along the wall, turn off the LEDs and the acetylene and listen: Take 5 minutes (not much, trust me) for asoltare and to "see" ... Then she told me (do, really). It 's a very new feeling, very different from turning off the light in your room: you realize you really be yourself, no matter how much you are away from the group, you are to deal only with itself, with the sound of silence (I assure you that it can be stronger than a brass band) and with the light of the dark (keep your eyes open, I would recommend for me ...)... it was wonderful, although I admit that turn the light was initially a relief, but I think this I'll just make as soon as possible ...

Now stop or I take a fool ... I look forward to your comments ... see you soon, then maybe in a cave!
Slan!

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May 11, 2008 ... the course will end with the BENES '...

The course ended with that, in my humble opinion, and that of several other students, was the most beautiful cave (for me count the first one with the sandstones, because of the narrow cave ... but the other remains at the top .. .)
First strand strong performances from this cave ... let the machines in that of St. Anne of Bernezzo, 3 - 4 km after Bernezzo (^_^),-city after a walk to the entrance of 5 MINUTES !!!!! We could not believe it, it seemed a joke ... no toil an hour with bags on their shoulders?! Nothing to cling to steel string?! Nothing pallosissimi talkers to join us? Wow ..... already promises to be an excellent visit ...^_^

A short speech deserves the history of this cave, and a hat should be done to brave cavers Pinerolo for their work: thanks to the work by bookworm Fricu good it turned out that back in the '50s divining an abbot at the request of the thirsty inhabitants of the village of S. Anna, had identified the presence of water near a small valley just above the village ... FANTASTIC, mo 'if' bbeve!! Too bad that the excavations, after the removal of 9 meters Paute of clay, they did understand how the water was so present, but very much below the surface, and under a thick layer of rock ... oh well, let miss it ....
After several years, thanks to his discovery of Fricu (But you read the Gazzetta dello Sport, never, eh? ^ _ ^) A group of fearless engages in the hole again ... if there is water, there is not want it dug some nice cunicoletto ? And indeed it is a pity that 9 meters of mud are not as practical as nice adventure approach where the talent ... and Pinerolo is king: after several attempts with wooden racks were fitted with tubes concrete (do you remember the tubio sewers, no?) that "walled" into the well and closed with a beautiful manhole, allowing the creation of an entrance truly worthy of the name, and to make matters worse, contribute to dry much of quell'acquitrino muddy, facilitating the advance of us poor students ...

After this brief digression back to us: entry already excites us, and we throw ourselves headlong into the well (we hope no one close, and throw away the key !!!!), between gay groups of locusts and nice family of spiders and millipedes (... brrr, I shudder ....^_^). At the end of the well, unfortunately, run out of convenience: the ladder rungs gave way to a strettoietta (down 'na shit ... to return ... I will suffer not just figure that you !!!!!) then sinks to the first well ... seee a no brainer ... At the bottom after three or four changes, says Seraphic Sciupy < 40 meters !>>... slut filthy, there life go by thinking ahead to the next lift ... we still have some hope ... a helicopter?! A pulley?!

No way, you will return back on the same side ... but at least we can take heart with a pretty good vision, a wonderful cast carbonate on the wall in front of us (do not ask the height because I still have a little 'problems to orient in the cave, but it's really impressive), with concretions that you spread up the gravel on the ground, stalactites and stalagmites that climb up the imposing challenge to the incessant drip of calcareous water when it rains there ... it seems that "pools "Not bad, in fact in many areas we see the impetus of the water signs (A beautiful area with very smooth and curved forked concretions, which in case of rain create a nuisance for the poor caver jet involved in discea or slope ...).
Instead of taking the descending branch (probably flooded) we engage with the ascent of this beautiful wall concreted, touching with as much respect as those of the ancient signs of erosion and deposit of our now loyal friend, the water (and its cousin the limestone, of course ...^_^).
At the end of this short piece in a narrow slope in clay powder (such as Armando would point out ... NOW ... is dust a few years ago it was a dirty heap of mud that clung to you that even the panties ... nostalgia, eh?) separates us from a new outlet, this time not in a vacuum, but more wedged into the rock ... all the strings are very well armed, and then the changes are quite easy, but it's very nice, especially since the opening downhill at every bend, every ledge, an amazing view, where a multicolored plates embedded in the rock concretions and yellowed from the deposits of iron in the water washed away the clay and alternate strips of angel hair and a so intense and bright white color to make you risk losing hand several times to the descender, such is the wonder ... yes, okay, maybe I exaggerated a little bit ... ^ _ ^

However, it is truly a magnificent setting, and at one point we pass to a slot that seems to call me ... definitely has a narrow (25cm!!) ... Sooner or later will pass from there ... and that means that the cave will make perfect! ! We will see, the time will come ...

After the descent we find ourselves in a walkway littered with trays full of water, which leads to a new well ... you can not continue because it is flooded, but the vision of this environment is more than enough : such a wealth of facilities and limestone caves that serve as niches for sculptures truly majestic, white, yellow, pink, reddish, bright, opaque ...

But no more talk, it's time to go: the slope, as expected, more challenging ... but little by little we go, first set of changes in slope against the wall (and groped at the beginning of the cylinder poor Tatino ... damn canteen the cap does not ... sorry!), a pair of saints brought down in words because my musette Erik has seen fit to take away the rope after I moved (... SORRY!), again the short narrow passage, the ... and down along the concretion WELL !!!!!!! After the first exchange, rather short, I try to pull the rope in the collapse ... poker, thank goodness ... that is static because of the length rope has a certain elastic component, and the slope you see me struggling with a human yo-yo probably hilarious to see ... but a lot less to do, alas! The climb is really tough, but somehow you manage to get to the last change ... WOW, it's over!! But no ... even if the very simple narrow-leg was a no brainer, I decided to complete the course in style with a fool indeed to film ... I could earn my third field name (as well as Manu and Coso) ... ARTERIES! !
isso me to the change "smoothly" in the hole, I turn around easily and ... oops ... fuck ... shit ... they are stuck ... I try desperately to put out a shoulder and amputate a couple of ribs to draw me out of trouble ... "You want me to come down?" - Armando sfotte from above .... "Nope, I figured, I put the musette, I turn and arrive in a blink 'eye - I say confident - that's ... um .... that is, well .... maaaaa feel, is that you can not come down ... ?!"^_^ the scene must have been a pitiful little man ... of one meter and eighty hoisted half in a hole from which claims could not go outside ... "He pulls out his arm!" ... "I can not !!!!" ... and the arm comes off ..." Turn around the other "...." I can not! "... and I'm shot ..." Now !"..." salts can not be done !!!!!" ... and I'm hoisted up and out of narrow ... my mom, boys, will be the fatigue, is the psyche, that will be laughed at and despised by the family of spiders that I observed with astonishment (bat, if you're big !!!!) ... but I really did un'emerita "figur'emmerd" ... as they say in jargon caving ...

However, expect the arrival of all those leaving between ... crap shoot with Cuneo Ico Patel and he showers of rain come the 20 and look like chicks ... go numb, you go home ... and the course is over .... sigh sigh ... Or rather, the course ends and begins divertimen: if the poor instructor will not be afraid of us (after the description of my performance might not will live anytime soon, at least with me ... sigh ...) you will hear soon about the exploits of the brave Nancy, Silvia, Vibro, Rosy, Fashion, Andrea, the Brothers "F", Tatino, Tarzan and Manu /

Another Thing ... thanks to those who brought us safely along this adventure ... if you are able to teach us can go anywhere ... CONGRATULATIONS!! In order strictly and scattered ... Husky Sciupet-ta (the mighty instructors), Maurilio grandfather, Peio, Laura (it's useless ... if you're not here I go near ... what can I do better ?!?!^_^), Marco, Norma, Bubu (er president!), Birch ('o shit! ^ _ ^), Acea and external Hector, Rube, Manu (the real one!), Ico, Patel and Vera ...

soon (spero. ..) for new, exciting adventures!

Slan!

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Annozero - May 8 - The Worst Youth ...

Far be it from me to want to make false moralizing disquisitions or bigoted or evil-communist ... I look good ...
I do not know which of you last night, it looked AnnoZero: personally, when you zap, within the ever-beautiful and intelligent proposals night tv (?) I stumbled upon an article on bullying youth squads on violent and drug ...

I state that I am not one of those who say <> - indeed - I just stopped a moment to reflect, take stock of what I have heard ... let's say first is always difficult in these cases do when the tare feel some interviews with children visibly mentally unstable, or "unstable" ... everything they say is true, or will be packed with mythomania, self-exaltation, thirst for emancipation from the "rules of society "...? However, after all, anything goes, however, depicts a situation ...

Basically I have heard of kids who start smoking at 9 years, you make 10 barrels a day, and talk of "acid" as I could talk about Leo ... tablets of adults who profess to say that fascists and Mussolini and Hitler were of great statesmen (of course, says Benigni, while an old woman will aiutatao - Arian, of course ... - to cross the street ...), but people who say "fight" the beating death of a boy by four poor fools (I do not know how to define, let them the benefit of mental illness).

Now, far be it from me take stock of the current situation, where it is going to ask our society (I guess too much of Puritanism, the habit of looking at problems from above, as if they were outside of us .. .) I just want to understand, with the help of your comments, if people around us is really that ... I think that these extremes are much television, the "scoop" that are coveted by many journalists to "battle", but I fear even more cases of potential violence, xenophobia masquerading as fear for the safety of their loved ones ... all hate and oppose a "fascist thug", but it is also easy to object to those who keep their fear and hatred in check , throws them out a little at a time?

Slan!

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April 27 ... the three days coming to an end ...

... here we are, ready to the last effort of this beautiful three-day cave ".... the alarm at 7.30, while being a pretty good early rising, having the time at which we crouched, there is lovely fresh and rested: that the snoring will not have "hit", will be that fatigue has accumulated a firm connection and drugged, but we all slept so Goduria and satisfaction ... CHEERS!! ^ _ ^ Unfortunately
4 warriors must leave the group: Silvia, Elisa, Andrea Fashion and greet us and come back in Pinerolo ... that the group has almost halved ... sigh ... we have missed you guys ... BUT REALLY !!!!! The
must see the now legendary bar (where it joins us in the varallino Paul) leaves us a little stunned ... the lady who took over as dell'avvenente "intimidated" (so to speak ...) girl is really a Handyman ... sandwiches, toast, croissants, so on and so forth ... we can not believe, but we can tuck in as if nothing had happened ... the great!
We leave: leave the car in a small village where, alas, one fateful encounter that, accompanying us, we will regret we are already doing more than the absence of our Radiolina Silvia ... the nice ladies, president of a phantom company Biella archaeological and cave explorer and mountain climber standing, turns out to be a lethal cocktail of strong legs and big mouth ... and for most of the trip, including steep slopes and stone stairs, take the poor F Brothers (now risen to role of confessors, kind and compassionate, for the whole group) and the rest of the team to a state of depression about to result in violent revolt ... Fortunately, after the "friendly" comment Maurilio, when some of us are about to give birth to a tragedy, the good shepherd abandon us, headed to a nearby shelter (...." come visit us after ...".... seee, 'I'm cabbage .....!!!^_^). A few more little effort and arrivimo the mouth of the hole Bondaccia, which for the first time with a locked gate welcomes us .. we place inside the backpacks and go!!
This hole is significantly more vertical in the other ... no bottleneck, only so many wells (or return in slope, become many many many many many many many many many ....^_^), lot of fun, at least down (most of the runs, after a bad start hanging a steel tube planted in the rock, has relatively narrow descents wedged in challenging ... at least for me ...) Between
steps into the void and come down along the wall at the lowest point of Bondaccia, where we gather in expectation of the descent of them all ... no, that's not really the end: some of us , in the meantime, have the pleasure to walk along a path (?!... exciting and adventurous, but what are you up to the point of'?!...^_^) end of the cave, where the group of caving Biella, with great self-denial and sacrifice, he dug a burrow into the mud, in fact, in the "Paute" more clinging and slippery ... too bad, because each wave brings the water tunnel to its original condition ... so all in all, the ride ends here, and going back. .. because at least the undersigned is quite close to the transmutation in cod, with fine stalactites of ice adhering to his visibly corpicciolo ...
not worry because the slope in the cold ... forget all about a hundred yards hung, with the last remnants of the last will and appearances of residual muscle forces represent a significant challenge ... of course, easier said, "does not pull up with your arms, go easy on the legs ..."... easy for those who can do it!! Arriving at the top by following the vision of a professional masseuse who looks with lust in my arms ... azz, my vision is really good ... damn Hector! ^ _ ^
The only positive aspect of not being together with our four partners (we have a lot of thought, really ... sometimes with a hint of envy, especially in those dramatic changes under cold urinals, chosen very carefully, I think! ^ _ ^) is that with half the group also reduce travel time and waiting to 17.30 ... we're out ... 'na beautiful feast of bread, salami and Ringo, and return to the machine where, after careful scarburata, we salute you and we head back to the time of Pinerolo ... exhausted but really happy for these three days of hard work, very interesting and exciting experience, and so much fun together ...
remains one stage before finishing the course, then, at least for me, a break (a couple of weddings in May ... and then the poor Eli begins to reclaim my presence ... orders. ..!!!^_^), and then I can not wait to get back in the cave ... the fun starts now !!!!!
For the moment I begin to thank everyone, instructors, assistant instructors (very precious and very patient ... !!!!) and fellow adventurers, for this opportunity ... we all started, I think, a bit 'confused, almost sight unseen ... and now we're all still here ... who has overcome its fears, who has not done everything but has shown a great deal of "balls" (oops. ..) and this has always been there anyway ... I think each of us can be satisfied and proud self ... but for this I'd like to read the comments on the blog ... votre courage, do not be shy!!
you soon ....
Slan!

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Ah, a quick self-celebratory episode ... ... I do not want to carry a review of the recent demo of my band, the Atreides ... always love ... please, visit Our site ... and if you are concert promoters, and if you are looking for a group with "Las Pelotas" ... drop me!
Slan!

"is the name of the Atreides dynasty which, in the fantasy world of Dune created almost half a century ago by the genius of Frank Herbert, Caladan dominates the planet. It is not difficult then to imagine that the band, choosing for themselves this moniker , lay at the heart of their texts and their atmospheres and fighting the epic themes that distinguish one fantastic saga. Dando then look at the titles of three songs in "Vendetta", the second demo made by the five, intuition can not be confirmed. "Dune" opens up the ball with a heavy-metal direct and decidedly eighties, made insightful riffs, pounding drums and a low wild here and there that gives some valuable can to give more color to the rhythm. Registration is also very rough and old-style, in my opinion some parts are a bit 'little confusing, but overall the sound is in line with a proposal that we can frame as a sort of cross between the epic de Manilla Road, Manowar Warlord and early style and dynamism of some U.S. carried out by bands like Savatage (always the first way) and Armored Saint. The four instrumentalists, they perform well and a note of credit goes to the previously mentioned color work freely to the bottom.
"Confessor Soul" remains at average speeds and tones epicheggianti always with an odd italic insert language in the chorus that makes explicit reference to another classic literature of the twentieth century, that "V for Vendetta by Alan Moore, who has also given rise to a film version, actually cleaned up the original message of the anarchic comic, and whose appeal is evident in the good artwork, as well as in the title the demo.
"Atreides" in the universe that brings us finally fight for the possession of "spice" is a sort of suite of more than eight minutes, which opens with an arpeggio down and develops into a metal ride, maybe a little 'expanded too, where the epic is once again the host.
"Vendetta" is a work dedicated to fans of the sound of the eighties, when the epic was being built throughout with bass, guitar and drums, which presents a band with good skills but must pay greater attention to detail, especially the vocals, to carve out a space in a genre where the word "originality" does not make much sense, and where attention to detail, and the chorus epic swells the chest can still be winning weapons to pierce the hearts of the purest pugnacious defenders. "

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Sunday, May 4 ... the intelligent idiot ... starting 15 hours for the stretch drive Barry-Barge that only four days earlier had required eight hours of Viggo ...

Along the way, when the shift lever for at least 5 hours has never had the pleasure of moving from the first two positions, I have observed the behavior of many people ... fantastic!!

We are the sons of the carburetor, who at the first sign of loose tail, as a rush of warmth towards cheetahs on the horizon .... Brrooom, 150 per hour ... for some 150 meters to new block ... very smart ...

drills unrepentant ... you see them there, the window ... ... sgrat sgrat scrot scrot auger operation in search of priceless treasures inside the nasal cavities and ear ... truly remarkable images of life lived. .. the soperta of a man .... a must!

the upset ... could be in line for ten minutes, but there seem to be two months, looking grim, angry to death with those damn car davnti them, or why not with the bloody toll that lets only one car at a time ... or cursed with that light that dazzles them .... but who the hell left the sun on? These are perhaps the most frequently ... can also be found easily on the ring road around 18 on weekdays ... The

ataccabrighe ... these are more easily identifiable in restaurants where it is easier for them to interfere with the normal flow of time: why waste the opportunity of attacking the maid, because she has the wrong sandwich (yes, it takes Do not confuse 250 and 137 Rustichelli Positano? ^_^), rather than insult the cleaner of toilets (including here, in Dante's chaos, hundreds of Pepin to the Turkish, can never be a problem?), or attacking the boy who unfortunately has raised a little 'voice too much? these are generally true examples of virtue highway ...

the slalom ... those who, as soon as you open the window of opportunity .... roar from I to II to III lane, and back to I, 100 meters in the emergency one, again only in the Third ... think my eyes are crossed ... we just want the gyro to be able to keep the road ... more proof that the FTAA!

I took just six hours of queuing for me a pretty good picture of the population "autostradara" ... I understand everything when you are lining up to work (commuting deserve all the understanding of this world, I think) ... but on holiday ... why the hell you so nervous?! Take it easy, guys, enjoy your life, look for the positives even in the negative ... or do not really go out anymore!
Slan!

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April 26 ... in that of Biella, the cave of the sandstone ...

Saturday, April 26 Here I am back ... ... woke up at 7: do not tell you that pleasure, after the night snoring and the mattress creaking (remember, ?!)... true somehow all we can to resume ability of our corpiccioli, and within minutes (well, more or less ...) are operational and ready to leave ...

Here we are on the road, before breakfast we again stop at the station to retrieve it again ... Bubu and Birch, at the time of the cave: the breakfast, which seems one of the most simple and pleasant it is proved more challenging than expected, and the pretty girl (really valuable, I would say ...^_^) working behind the counter is probably more old men used to card players at 20 that caving hungry and ready for a tough day ... the fact is that the buns are finished !!!!! The drama continued with our request "extreme" ... A TOAST !!!!! Of course, we also have certain claims
...^_^ Anyway, we go ... let the machines to the village of Colma Borgosesia, we carbide and water (near a cemetery ... fortunately no omen .. .) and we walk in the park del Fener, home of the precious black stork ... rather comfortable after an hour of walking we arrive at the mouth quite impressive, a hole through which we caliamo vertically (really good, I feel a real Indiana Jones, now) ... and start dressing a little taste ... of what to expect .... mud!! The descent is simple, natural slides on these, but trust me, the slope will be much more exciting!
This cave is really fun, and sufficiently technical: narrow, meandering, all in un'umidissima frame pools and rivulets of water ... not for nothing that the expert cavers, but for me it is a challenge not just a not particularly well ... challenging us to leave a bit 'of time (waiting to reassemble the large group) to gather in a comfortable room (we say that the words "room" and especially "comfortable", should be a little' magazine ... but so be it. ..^_^) and shoot a bunch of cows, while munching some finger (and we think back to the toast of the bar !^_^): here is that the poor "Tatin" is targeted by the brave "Tarzan" with a boot .. . dented his eye will be the only trophy the whole three days ... lucky him, our hero !!!^_^

At this point, unfortunately, my story does not include the adventures of the group: for reasons time some of us continue to narrow and meandering (including wrong way, expectations and claustrophobic ...), while my team goes down ... after a few bottlenecks, a couple of nooks and cengetta suspended in a vacuum (the now infamous by-pass the veins makes us a great blowjob, you do! ) we arrive at the "Sala del Camino" for the first time I have a really strange feeling, watching from below that perfect cone of 90 meters, with a cascade of water drops that unending carves its passage on the underlying rock, is a ' emotion to take your breath away ... it really makes you realize how you're small, and the 20-minute we spend half an hour to admire the spectacle repay us any trouble ...
I try to put myself in the shoes of those that some cavers' of years ago I first stumbled into the room that ... emotion, and that effort must have been back on those damp walls and stapiombanti ... completely out of their environment, in that dark realm carved ... Return
sees us very energized by the show, eager to tell his companions of that vision ... oh well, wrong way once, but recovered quickly route, e. .. "we went to see the stars" ... fly in the ointment Birch of the day ... ... sooner or later I'll make you a pair ... I came in weighing 75kg and have come to light with a 5kg of ballast in muddy boots .... THANKS !!!!!! You'll pay ...^_^

As usual cave time stands still ... when we start to have dinner about 22.30 ... but caving providential with two angels waiting for us- a huge pot of pasta with sausage ... divine encounter!! After all that free ride, and after a good dose of booze to ... and "Cassia" (sure we've come in very good hands ... if our instructors are professionals and experts will demonstrate how much fun and "Cazzari" .. . we will be riding, we can explore any meander anywhere in the world we are going !!!^_^),, 1 .30 dawn, to bed ... after the fatigue accumulated in these two days, the conference is not snoring frighten us ... turn off the lights, ready for the next adventure ...

PS: For me to cave remains of sandstone, known in technical and visual and emotional, the best experience so far ...
Slan!

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do not need comments ...
3 days of relaxation and immersion in nature and tranquility, combined with good company, but will be worth 15 hours of frantic car in the queue more ...

Slan!