| Abstract: | Death has his gnarled hand on the shoulders of the cavers exploring the water-filled Mexican caves. If their equipment fails they will have made their very last dive, because it is often as much as half an hour or even an hour to the next air pocket. In return fabulous experiences await the intrepid explorer: nature's own inconceivably wondrous cathedrals, inhabited by species hitherto unknown. The fantastic caves, underwater since the last Ice Age, attract cavers with their own particular dreams of revealing the secrets hidden there. Biologists, geologists and zoologists make the pilgrimage to the Yucatan peninsula of Mexico, in search of the perfect altar for their ritual of derring-do and quest for beauty. |
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