Yannis Cave yawned wide, the winding black hole stretching deep into the mountain flank. It would have looked majestic, inviting even, if it weren’t for the dozens of warning signs plastered across the entrance. Cave-ins, floods, hypothermia, losing your sense of direction and injuries were only a few of the possible incidents one risked if descending into Yannis Cave, if anything these signs said was to be believed.
I would never have considered ignoring the warnings if I didn’t hear the call for help as I walked by the cave.
“Help me! Please!”
For a moment, I wasn’t sure what I heard. I froze and glanced around, wondering if someone was messing with me from behind a nearby tree. Bored kids were often dragged along this trail with their parents on hikes, and I wouldn’t put something like this past them. This time, however, it didn’t seem to be the case.
Another cry echoed out from the mouth of Yannis Cave. “Is anyone there? I can’t move, I’m scared! Help!”
There was no one else around today. The trail had few visitors on the best of days, most hikers opting for the far safer trails closer to the beach. I enjoyed the peace and quiet. And I guess the cave was pretty intimidating for some. Phone reception this close to the mountain was notoriously spotty too. If someone was trapped down there, they needed help.
They needed my help. Continue reading “Yannis Cave”