A jungle walk past wailing cicadas, cheeky chameleons and a lurking black cat, so rare our guides chatter away, brings us to the mouth of a cave. The giant swallows us in a wide corridor. Walls grow narrower and closer. The stream rises to our knees, then our waists. We tie our t-shirts around our heads like turbans.

Two climbs up a dry path while we descend gushing streams. Soon, green ovals reflects on the water: leaves. Successful exit.

Two reveals his guide friends and tourists drowned there during heavy rains last year. Light gray clouds above sealed our fate.