At the end of the Elah Valley is the Bet Guvrin National Park.
The area has lots of limestone in the ground, but some harder rock I didn’t catch the name of on top. This means it’s just perfect for manmade caves.
My foot really isn’t like steps. Or bending, really, which is necessary for steps (the things you don’t realise until it hurts). So I only went far enough to see into the cave.
Can you believe it’s all hand-carved and all original, several thousand years old?
People used to live down here and breed pigeons down here.
Pigeonholes. Real pigeonholes, not metaphorical ones for books.
There were two other holes the others went down, but I refrained. I realised about this time that I was overdue for painkillers.
Yuval said this one was a lime factory. They quarried the limestone, and then either carved it into bricks or smashed it up to make lime to paint with.
I’m not sure what this hole in the ground was. Probably residential or something, given that it came out at the other end somewhere near the bus; Yuval warned that there would be a lot of steps, so I walked back towards the bus overland.
These rocks were places every hundred metres or so between the caves.
A limestone step with modern carvings.
A cautionary sign at the entrance to the footpath. Apparently some people who have “gone exploring” in the past have fallen into holes and only been discovered years later as skeletons. I don’t know how true that is, but it’s a chilling thought, that one might fall into a hole and die there, days or weeks later, from dehydration or starvation, with no-one knowing where you are.