Oooh... fun things.
On Saturday, people over here celebrated Bonfire Night. For those who don't know what it is, google "Guy Fawkes".

I went caving again. This time, it was a much bigger and dryer cave. We changed outside a church and one girl wondered if it would be wrong to show her bum to the church. Then, we descended into the cave using a rope. I was dangling on the rope over a deep, dark hole in the ground (about 12m) when my hair got caught in the rack (metal friction device attached to rope). The people already at the bottom tied a knife to the end of the rope but by the time I managed to get the knife up, most of the stuck hair had already torn off. Adrian, the guy who helped with my hair, is apparently considering a career in hairdressing now. One of the guys lent me a balaclava later and thus saved me from becoming increasingly bald.

We crawled through miles of muddy tunnels and descended another 30m (no hair problems) to arrive at a huge chamber that contained a fabulous waterfall. The chamber was as big as York Minster and the waterfall was huge. Google "Gaping Gill". Beautiful, beautiful water. Splashy splashy.

When we finally emerged from the cave, it was already dark. Because we were in the Dales, it was also foggy. I though we were still in the cave and stupidly asked one of the fellas how the plants managed to survive in a dark cave.

On the drive back, there were blazing bonfires and spectacular fireworks on both sides of the road. Imagine driving along a dark road flanked by pyrotechnic displays. Pretty Pretty.

On Monday, I decided to go jogging to think about stuff and kill time. It looked sunny so I went in t-shirt and shorts. I wasn't too bad while I was jogging but when I came back, I realised that my skin was almost frozen. Imagine me red from jogging but frozen from wind. One thing I really appreciate is that you don't get sweaty and drippy like in Singapore. Very comfortable jogging, except for the frozen after-jog.

Yesterday night, I went to a cake and pudding party at a caver's house. Cake for dinner was good. Then they started playing silly games like twister and stuff. There was one particular game that showed everybody what a freak of nature I was. It involved picking a cardboard box up with the teeth with both feet on the ground, hands and knees off. Every round, the cardboard box was reduced in height until it was a just a piece of cardboard on the floor. Then, books were introduced and you had to put your front foot on the books as you bent down to pick up the cardboard. You know me, I have short legs and I'm dead flexible. So, I was just stretching a little and bending a little to get the cardboard, wondering why everyone else couldn't do it. And everybody thought it just wasn't natural. When I reached my limit, they actually got out a tape measure and announced that the pile was 7 inches (17cm) high. I was asked to join the circus along with a few of the guys who were also pretty good. I was very amused.