Well, I camped underground for seven days in Skalarjevo Brezno!
We based ourselves in a significant side branch (Sleeping Dragon) at about 590m or whatever. I found a nice 100m pitch that, sadly, reconnected with a main route near its base. Pleasant work, though, and interesting as it was basically a small gap in the boulder floor of a chamber that many people had walked through… so we just moved half a dozen rocks and then had to slide through a hole in the floor at the base of a boulder slope – then try and get a rebelay in as soon as possible, because it was not a good idea to have rope rubbing against any of the rocks around the hole! When you were on the pitch (Nervous Breakdown) you could look up at the floor of the chamber overhead that folks were walking across…
Also did some of the rigging across a big traverse (must have been about 40+ metres, as the direct line was 14m – I can just about do the equation) that led into a very old abandoned stream passage across the shaft from camp. The passage was about 120m long and leads to some very interesting draughting digs that might lead to much bigger stuff. The traverse (“Made in Heaven”) was moderately desperate, as it started with a completely footless section about 5m long, with the bolts about six to eight inches above an overhang…so you were desperately trying to make progress with no easy way of unweighting your cowstail, while hanging horizontally. When it was my turn to have a go at making progress, I got to the last bolt on this horror show, equipped with drill, bolt kit, etc etc, and thought “bugger, I had better go forward and see if there is a place to rest, because I`m blowed if I have the strength to reverse that right now”. Fortunately, there was a nice ledge hidden a few metres away around the next corner!
The fact that this was at the head of a 293m pitch (Rolling Stone) meant absolutely bog all, as with a hole that big, even a Scurion doesn`t make that much impact!
So – some discoveries (and some good potential resulting), no more depth, but a couple of fun moments. Also, I avoided dying yesterday, when the camera person dropped his big expensive bag of film goodies down the pitch when he was about 30m above me… which was a good result. As the pitch was about 80m from where his bag parted, to the bottom, suffice to say that several thousand Euros worth of cameras and data recorder were *not* in a good shape when they were recovered!