I had breakfast with a friend (Snappy is his name) who went to Belize last year and did the ATM tour. It was nice to discuss it with somebody who had experienced it but not experienced it with me. As we were discussing the various parts of the tour, the hike, the rocks, the cave itself I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you think it was dangerous?”
“Yes”, he replied immediately. “There was peril involved. They would never let us do something like that here in the States.”
A few of my friends have made comments about the “type of vacation” it seems I like, full of adventure and danger. I am not an adrenal junkie. I do not seek out danger. I did not know what difficulties were ahead of me when I entered the cave. If you remember my previous blog about it, I was concerned with the hike. The cave was not an issue.
I even chided Karen when I returned to the Jungle Dome. “Why didn’t you tell me about the cave being so hard?”
“You asked about the hike, which isn’t hard. I knew you could do the cave but I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t do it.”
Snappy says he got the same type of answers when he asked about the ATM Tour. And he admitted that if somebody had told him what the cave entailed he wouldn’t have done it either.
We are both very happy that nobody told us. We would not have wanted to miss that experience and challenge. It was a once in a lifetime adventure. When you are in those moments, you just do what it takes. You swim into the mouth of the unknown, you climb a slippery rock formation, you plunge down a water shoot and you are better person to have done it.