March 25 & April 1, 2000
Sorbas is a small little town that served as the party spot for our group as it is only about a two hour walk through a dry river bed.
The first time we went there via bus, the second, we walked all the way, stopping at the Sorbas Caves, something I´d been looking forward to since I read about this area of Spain.
Once past the trickling stream and the river bed is dry, surreal images of the semidesert appear. A strange arrangement of bathtubs are on one side, probably discarded ones that were washed in during a flood and then arranged by a wanderer.
Further down on the left were the skeletons of four goats, just like the steer skulls in the old Western pictures. We didn´t have far though and we found the official cave entrance where our hired guide waited.
We strapped on helmets and head lights then head into the worlds second largest gypsum cave. A soft dirt was below our feet in the dry and peaceful cave. At some points, we had to lie on our stomaches and push through tiny openings like sea turtles on the beach.
We turned off our lights and sat still on the silty rocks. Cool and dry, one hundred meters underground, in pure darkness, surrounded by silence, the great feeling comes in knowing that you are not lost and that there is a way out. Perhaps this is the same thought that makes living in the "primitive and near poverty" conditions at Sunseed so easily accepted.
Just like all the other ruins and ancient monuments I´ve visited so far on this trip, it was refreshing to find no trace of human tourist restraints such as guard rails, blasted holes for easy walking, elevators or paved steps. There are plans to turn the cave into an "official tourist cave" which I can only see as spoiling it with electric lights and wheelchair ramps.