^ well you do live in Brasil lol
I was fortunate enough to have a friend in highschool, who:
a) had a strong pickup truck
b) had a brain for remembering maps/directions
c) had maps of all the back logging roads (I did highschool in heavily forested areas)
d) had parents who trusted him to go exploring
Dude would take me and usually 1 other for overnight hikes/camps. He would drive us for like 3-5 hours into the bush (if he died we'd be LOST lol) and park somewhere obscure. Sure enough there'd be a trail there of some sort and sure enough it got us to some kickass place.
My favourite was a place called Fang Mountain. This was the only picture I could find online, but I believe this is not even the top; it goes up one more level (from where the pic was taken)... and at the top there was another lake like this, with a skinny peninsula and a little round 'island' in the middle. We uses to camp on that island.
On the trail to the top, you could see huge cave entrances. We went in a few times but they are fucking deep and scary. My friends went 1 time without me, and tell a story how they got lost down there once in the caves. Like fucking Gandalf, by out-doorsy friend was the only one who could eventually figure it out and find their way back. Fuckin scary man.
THEN a year or so later, my father met a man from England who had come to explore and map out those caves (apparently they are HUGE but no one had ever really properly explored them). I was invited to go with him and his team for 1 day. I put my life entirely in his hands and followed him for HOURS into this same cave system. Dude was CRAZY, he was singing songs and making jokes the whole way. He had his son with him too, who was younger than me but also showed no fear. Another non-caver who was invited like me panicked about 30 minutes in and had to go back.
The leader would squeeze himself through things just to see what was on the other side. Sometimes he would exhale all his lungs to wriggle through, then on the inhale he'd be stuck. Other times he would go through water-logged pockets with only inches of space to breathe. I was pissed at him for doing that because if he did get stuck we were all in big trouble.
