I IS A SkooBASharK.

Time to get tough. Real fuckin tough.
Meet Tom Roberts (aka Rob Canada). This guy´s balls, are almost as big as a milking cow on a lard diet. So big, infact, he barely fit inside.. that small whole, the one by his knees.
On May 14, a team of four of the most dangerous, hard-assed ambitionators scraggled inside this hole, loaded down with food and water, flashlights, rope, and ..snorkel gear.

This is their story.


Above: Golden Orb Weaver Spider, one of hundreds on the Bay Islands of Honduras.

Unfortunately, its a short story.
After several minutes of squeezing through the tunnel, the four emerged, faces covered in mud and bat guano, into a small room, just big enough to stand. They were ancy; The day before they had spotted a large tarantula in the place, on the ceiling, at face height. After having poked the tarantula several times after discovery, they believed that it was possible that the tarantula could be planning revenge..
But he was nowhere to be seen, and so the group relaxed. But only slightly.
Before them, near the edges of the cave, layed several pools of water. Upon examination with a flashlight, the pools revealed their lure: All were significantly more vast than the open air space they now stood in. A vote was taken, and it was determined that Tyler, the guinea pig of the group, was to enter first.
After dawning his snorkle and fins, and being handed a dive light (underwater flash light), Tyler started to carefully lower himself into the largest of the pools. This step was difficult, as the entry point consisted of a steep wall covered in sharp rocks, not to mention that the bottem of the pool dropped off immidately from the edge of the wall. As Tyler entered the water, he searched for the continuation of the wall under water, and found none. This resulted in a sketchy jump into the water. Once entered, the intense truth of these pools came blundering out: There was only one pool. There was no underwater wall, because the entire platform that they had been standing on, was indeed a bridge. The pool had many visable entrances. And many tunnels, leading to other rooms entirely. And.. one fish (seen by Harry).

All in all, 3 hours were spent underground here. We used a rope to keep track of the person diving, as once entering other underwater rooms, other air pockets were found, and a fair amount of distance could be covered without needing to return to the origional room. We had a maximum submerdged time set for us, 4 mintues (meaning that if the diver didnt return in 4 minutes, someone else went into the water, followed the rope with our spare light, and looked for him).
We explored much of what we could see, but we left many a dark scary tunnel untouched, as fears of light failure and large tarantulas haunted us.
Above: North (open Atlantic Ocean) side of Utila, the beach was covered in the most jagged rocks imaginable.

Take care.
Tyler