Next day we go back to where we left the rebreathers. Today the team counts 5 people. Yesterday Douglas had to go back to Kingston. I mount the regulators on the rebreathers and do a thorough checkup, they seem to be OK. To get into the Limbo an awkward climb has to be made. This can't be done with the rebreathers. So we climb without them into the Limbo and the rebreathers are hoisted up the ledge. Here we put the rebreathers on our back and open the oxygen valve. We set the oxygen flow to 1 liter/minute. The oxygen hisses and fills the counter lungs. Kurt and I put the mouthpieces in our mouths and breathe pure oxygen. We try to get through this chaotic chamber by following the left wall. But there are some very narrow passages between some huge rocks and as expected we soon are stuck and have to retreat. The rebreathers are too big! After careful consideration, Kurt and I decide to risk it and go through the small passages without the rebreathers and pull them through with the help of the others. Easier said than done but at last we are at the other side of these damned blocks and mount again our rebreathers. Here I want to say that Andrew was a real star. Without his help and courage we wouldn't have managed to pull the rebreathers through the Limbo. Thanks Andrew!
Mar 19/09 - Guy Van Rentergem in the Inferno Plus.
A last farewell to Andrew, and Kurt and I are on our own. The oxygen level in this place is 14 %. We leave the rocks behind and continue our journey downhill on a sandy slope. At last we reach the low Arch before the Acheron. The oxygen level here is only 11.1 %. Very strange but we still see some bats flying around. How they can sustain this foul air is a mystery to me.
We slip under the Arch and are entering the Acheron. At once the oxygen level tumbles to 7.9 %! Here we are standing in a natural sewer collecting the waste water of the Worthy Park sugar factory in Lluidas Vale. The composition of sewer gas includes: nitrogen, hydrogen sulfide, carbon dioxide, methane, ammonia, water vapor. No bats or cockroaches are seen. One thing is sure, one breath of this foul mixture and we are dead!
A kind of primitive fear creeps into my mind. If something goes wrong we die. No one can hear us and no one will rescue us. We are on our own. And of all my duties I wanted to do, like surveying, filming, photographing, exploring... only one is left. Staying alive and getting out of this Hell Hole! We are now completely dependant on the rebreathers. The things I designed and build my self. Where did I get the nerve for doing this...? Am I mad or so? What am I doing here? Why am I taking Kurt into this shit hole? These are some of the thoughts which flash through my mind. But the rebreathers do their work magnificently, even after the severe beating they already got. We descend into the Acheron and concentrate on breathing and staying alive.
We search our way through a chaotic riverbed with very sharp rocks. This 3-4 meter wide river is at some place knee deep and I feel the force of the water. I can barely keep my balance. And then we reach a black pool of water stretching into the glooming dark. This is a bit too much for me. The idea of going into that dark stinking water with the rebreather is beyond my state of mind now. Yes it stinks! We don't use the nose clips (because we didn't find them back at the Limbo...) and sometimes a waft of this foul mixture enters our nose. And be sure, it smells! A massive sewer stench. We really don't need the uncomfortable nose clips to remind us to breath through our mouth.
Mar 19/09 - Kurt Garrez in the Inferno Plus.
Here at the beginning of this black pool at my right side there is a passage going up with white sand. It looks like the passage to the Arch. Possible it continues but I don't find the force anymore to explore it. I want to get out of here as quick as possible, out, out, OUT... A quick glance at my buddy tells enough and we both turn around and begin our dreadful journey back to the sun. The sandy slope just behind the Arch is incredible. We find no grip on this steep loose sands and it looks like we are trapped here for ever. With a mighty swoop to the left I manage to get over this obstacle. This makes me completely breathless and it takes some time to get my wits back. I only concentrate on my breathing and hear the constant hissing of the oxygen supply and the Darth Vader like sounds from the air rushing through the hoses and counterlungs. Kurt seems to be in the same state like me. After some minutes (our hours?) we find back our strength and continue the climb to the Limbo. I really don't want to repeat our ordeal crawling through these massive blocks with a rebreather in my neck. The moment I see the oxygen level at 14 % I pull out the mouthpiece and take of the rebreather. This surprises Kurt. But since I don't fall dead he does the same.
A blast of the air horn warns the others we are still alive. We scramble through the fissures in the Limbo and then my waist strap of the rebreather tears apart. For crying out loud! Luckily this didn't happen earlier. This won’t make things any easier for me. And I can assure you it was extreme hard. But first back again to the Limbo. Man, I was so happy to see Stef, Jan and Andrew again. And they all seem to be in relative good shape too. Although we have done the Acheron I'm sure they have had their part of the misery. Waiting hours till those two madmen return, if they ever return... This in an area with more than six percent carbon dioxide and full with cockroaches. It wasn't exactly sitting at a café with some cool Red Stripes…
Now we have to get out all the gear with five persons instead of the six we had yesterday. Everyone take their fair deal and off we start to the surface. But we still have to crawl through the breakdown between the Inferno+ and Inferno. And I can tell you it was horrendous. Exhausted as we are it takes ages to find our breath back after each maneuver. Sometimes we are sitting for minutes just panting like a dog before our will returns to tackle the next obstacle. But somehow we manage to advance slowly further till we are all in the Inferno again. We just sit down in the deep shit and let us slide down the steep slope. Here the air quality gets a bit better again and slowly the further we leave behind the Inferno+ the stronger we get again. After I don't know how long we are all standing again at the entrance of the Inferno in the Junction Room, breathing normal air again. Everyone looks dead beat but somehow we are all happy and proud on what we have accomplished.
When we leave the cave it is still day. Luckily it is cloudy. The sun would have grilled us walking up the hill again. But she isn't out. So the temperature is nice and we all reach Maria's bar in good form. After quaffing a certain amounts of Red Stripe and peeling of our dirty clothes and some elementary washing we all climb in Jan's Landrover at dusk. We drive back to Kingston to get some rest and prepare the rest of the expedition.
My first thought clambering out of this hell hole was never again! But since I've been fed well and drank enough Red Stripes the idea of going back is taking the upper hand again. Never say never again...
The rebreathers did work wonderfully well but need some rework. They are too oversized and to heavy. They should be scaled down and weigh maximum 13 kg. Also the way the internal oxygen sensor is mounted into the system should be more secure. They have the tendency to unscrew which is something which must be avoided at all cost. The manipulation of the oxygen regulator is also a point of concern. Sometimes we where so confused we didn't know anymore which way was open or close. Only when we heard the hissing becoming louder we knew we were turning the thing open.
The construction itself was caveproof. These rebreathers have been put through a very severe beating and nothing cracked or broke down. For which I am very glad.
I also want to express my deepest gratitude to all who has joined in this crazy endeavor. Thank you Stef, Jan, Andrew, Douglas and not the least my brother in crime Kurt. Without you guys it would have been impossible. Thanks!
I also have to thank Hilde and my daughters Lien and Tina for their patience with me. I know it’s not easy to live with a madman making rebreathers under one roof. Many thanks!