“No way! I am NOT going in there!” I shout at our tour guide as I run away from the entrance. These people must think I’m crazy…and very naive. I feel tricked. Duped. Forced to go somewhere I don’t want to go. Everyone else is still in line, entering single-file. But not me. I’m going to stay above ground, where the sun still shines and no impenetrable rock walls will smush you dead. Maybe I can meet them on the other side of their perilous expedition? I don’t know my way around this foreign ...