Exhaustion is setting in.

Although I have done it before, I still find it somewhat unsettling to zoom down over 800 metres into the Earth's crust and be able to stroll around. Or see a train amble by. Or let a ginormous scoop truck blast my ear drums.

Today at ~1800 meters underground, in the new development. Ventilation is working, obviously, but the humidity and heat are rather challenging. We were walking (and dripping) for only three hours and I already nodded off when we waited for the lift to come pick us up and bring us to the blessed surface. Am feeling all my muscles now.

I think I gave up caving mostly because every time after a long trip in a cave, when we'd near the entrance I'd be overjoyed to breathe in fresh air and feel the wind touch my face. I said to myself: if that's the one thing that makes you the most happy, what are you doing underground?

And I need to learn Fanagalo.

Structurally, the mine is a headache. Seen some pretty weird stuff that, if my memory serves me right, does not properly appear in the literature. Could well be something. I'm cautiously optimistic, and confused as ever.

That's it for me for tonight. Nomad, over and out.