![]() About one mile in, they came to a junction where the tunnel forked in two. Light from the outside world faded away.īut the boys weren’t scared. As they walked, the cave grew narrower and narrower. Thick stalactites hung down like dragon teeth. ![]() They breathed in the smell of wet, mossy limestone. The boys stepped through the cave’s entrance and into a big, airy room. And in the days leading up to June 23, the area around the cave had seen more rain than usual. The heavy rains were still weeks away.īut a changing climate has been making the seasons less predictable. ![]() The boys were sure they were safe though. They walked past a faded sign warning visitors not to enter during the rainy season, because the cave floods. At the mouth of the cave, they set down their bikes and swapped their cleats for flip-flops. Soon, they were winding through farmland and into the mountains. The boys scarfed down some snacks and hopped on their bikes. ![]() Though they were of different ages and went to different schools, the Wild Boars were all good friends. And they were close with their assistant coach, Ekkapol Chantawong, nicknamed “Coach Ek.” Coach Ek often organized outdoor trips for them, like this one to the Tham Luang cave. None could have imagined the day would end in disaster. Earlier that day, the boys on the Wild Boars soccer team had been joking around after practice.
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