After the commercialism of Howe Caverns, this was a breath of fresh air. Well, maybe that's the wrong expression for the depths of the earth, but they had us laughing well before we even entered the caverns. If you don't get their sense of humor I pity you: the young lad who took us down was a well-trained, knowledgeable, total nutcase. In the nicest possible way. The stories had us in stitches and my nephew and I, encouraged by his secret passion, found purposely banging our heads on the jutting rocks alarmingly addictive. Try it! The caves are real caves - no concrete paths, signs or one way systems. The windy way was fabulous. And do visit the ladies' loos with the weird hand-paintings by one of the owners. The shop is halarious in its own right - absolutely nothing to buy unless you are under 5, and dreary, faded, bending postcards which looked as if they'd been there for 60 years or more. You've missed a trick there, chaps!
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