Another rise in the dunes brings us still closer to the roof, and I feel my skull scrape on rock as I ease through, head turned sideways for clearance, face pressed against the stone-sand. Lina pauses for thought at only one junction, and then on we snake for ten minutes, until a dune slopes away to a black rabbit-hole, down which we each go head first. I pop out of the rabbit-hole into a Wunderkammer.
Total claustrophobic
