Back in April 2013 I visited Lasciate and had been bowled over with joy & elation at achieving such a moneumental (at the time) cache in the good company of DizzyPair & Haggis87.

Finally, today was the opportunity to return and venture further into the bowels of Hell in the same good company for what is a cache that is held in the highest esteem in the extreme caching world. 

The first descent from Lasciate was made by use of a 9m caving ladder which we left in situ for our return, then onwards following the survey and the CO's explicit instructions. Onwards we went turning this way, that way and forever gobsmacked by the formations that were before us, but ever watchful of the time.

A high climb was in front of us, so one made it to the top free climbing, whilst the two took it easy with aid of a rope (must be their age)...the descent continued and unnervingly there wasn't the expected increase in temperature which one assumes there would as you approach Hell, instead there was sweat - and loads of it too, a sprinkling of curses and this was topped off by a torrent of profanities. Then the squeeze to the left - O Deus meus - it was clear that the evil one otherwise known as the Wizard Abanazar was indeed a thin one in need of nutition.

Slim, slim and slightly bigger slim made it through and then we came across the almighty squeeze were after many attempts we passed this foul obsticle but I beleive that one mammary papilla and one cojone  may have been left behind for the devil to feast upon.

Finally, at the GZ we set about finding the cache of course but the old 'throw down' log we found was disconcerting and a big rubeum allec, after some 20minutes the condrumdrum was solved and we were signing oursleves in as DHM on the write-in-rain log from withing the cache. Anyone that follows our foulish footsteps will know they have reached the GZ and so the cache, as if they peer down below this ninth level, some 9' or so, they will see my right hand glove.

We celebrated this achievement in style with a feast fit for peasants and then spoke the sacret curse:

We are at the bottom of Hell and I am done with you for you are worthless in my eyes so you shall not exist. I curse this pain for you have messed with a demon and got cursed. I am done with my journey to the depths of Hell and I shall be gone from this miserable pit, but I leave my memories of you to burn forever!

With time pressing upon us, the extraction started and three weary bodies pushed, pulled, squeezed and puffed back towards Lasciate were our snoozing compatriot was awoken.

An amazing achievement for me and the group but here I am confused, I am unsure whether to thank the CO or to curse him again 

I concur with other finders comments - this is physically very demanding in many ways and should not be undertaken lightly or by those unskilled or unprepared.

For any following fools that deem themselves worth of seeking the ninth level, we left the rain behind above ground at 730am and exited back into rain at 1145am, albeit some 20mins where used wastefully at GZ (our fault, not that of the CO I hasten to add)

Pictures for this log entry:

DizzyPair

Haggis87

A fool

Formations