Pushing our packs ahead, we crawl in the glow of our headlamps, alert for low-hanging stalactites,
breathing in stifling humidity. Through the low passageway, we arrive at the bamboo ladder down to an
antechamber where glimmers of daylight tease us forward. We emerge, squinting to take in the grand,
naturally domed aperture with its commanding vista of verdant rice fields hundreds of meters below.
THIS IS BULU SIPONG.