This morning, we got up, went to church, came home, ate lunch and after that we decided we should go spelunking. Alex and I had already checked out this cool cave like a month or more ago, but we didn't go inside before because there was only two of us and we didn't have any lights, so we decided to save it for another day. So today our other roommates agreed that they wanted to go check out the cave too, so we grabbed flashlights and piled in the car and headed several miles out to the cave. Once we get there however, we got out of the car, but the girl driving didn't grab the keys and another girl went to lock the car and I shouted out to make sure someone had the keys, but it was too late. She slammed the door with the keys still inside. Fortunately, there was another vehicle of Korean tourists just pulling up. So we asked the tour guide lady if she could look up the Piersons when she got back and let them know that we were stuck out there. So after about an hour, we had finished exploring the cave, and I suggested that a couple of us hike out to the road, just in case that lady hadn't called or whatever. So Cyndi agreed to hike with me and we had to go about a mile out till we ran into people and there was a security guard at this lookout place and he sees us and asked if we had gotten help. And we said no, and asked if they had called the Piersons. And they said that they couldn't help us. And we didn't know ANYBODY'S phone numbers! So we asked this guy if he could call the police and he said he couldn't do that, and he radioed his headquarters and they gave him the number of a locksmith. But we didn't want a locksmith. Then a bunch of Americans came rushing out of the trees, and the guy told us to go ask them for help. This group was mostly a bunch of American marines who had been playing this game called the hash run(which is a whole other story). And they get back to their cars and pull out a bunch of beers and we approach them and tell them our situation and ask to borrow a cell phone. Well there was no service out there, so this girl offers to give us a ride down to get service. So we do that, call the police, and through a lot of hassle we get the Pierson's number and we call and get their voicemail. So we leave them a message and then the girl drives us back up to where we met her and by this time the sun was setting and she couldn't drive on the road back to the cave because it's full of deep potholes, so Cyndi and I are in flipflops, but we start running back to the cave, where we had left the other three girls with the car. It was getting dark and we had about a mile to run, trying to not trip in the bazillion potholes, and trying to not miss the turnoff to the caves and then we see some figures in the road up ahead. So we thought that maybe the girls were walking toward us, so I shouted out their names, but then quickly realized it was a bunch of cows and we had spooked them, so they charged off into the trees. FINALLY, we get back to the girls and we see them all huddled on the roof of the CRV and they were like, "is help coming?" and we're like "NOPE! we left a message!" So we all hike back that mile again and finally meet up with these Americans, and it turned out one of them was our student's dad, and so he took us home. But then we got home and nobody was here. Everyone was out looking for us! So we finally find Ken's cell number, and call it and leave another message, and then sat outside and got acquainted with our neighbors until finally some of our compound residents came home to see if we were there and they called off the search party. So it was a pretty crazy day, but we have our car back, and we're safe and sound back home.