Without a doubt, this has to be one of the most remarkable stories there are. It doesn’t come as a surprise that the filming of this beyond incredible process of digging inside a cave earned an Academy Award nomination for the best documentary. Truly remarkable.
In a high desert of Northern of Mexico, if you listen carefully, you just might hear something more than the wind… it’s the underground sound of a man “obsessed” with creating the extraordinary.
Rob Paulette has spent 25 years of his life crafting a cave and turning it into something so special that it takes people’s breath away. His only companion in this remarkable journey has been his loyal dog.
Rob is not a structural engineer, and he’s not an architect, he’s simply a man who has found his passion.
“Most of the wonder that I feel is in the actual making of the cave,” Rob says. “Once they are done I move on.”
So far, he has dug a dozen caves, each of which more mesmerizing than the other.
The cave along the Rio Grande river even has power, a wooden floor, and a colorful bathtub with running water.
The only tools he uses are hand tools such as shovels, medics, and scrapers.
Until recently, Rob’s work was unknown for most people. Actually, only a handful of his friends knew of his work until his story reached one filmmaker who spent three years following Rob and his journey of creating masterpieces out of caves.
Once the word of these impressive caves spread, people became interested in purchasing them. And yes, they are now being sold through a realtor.
To gain further insights into his remarkable endeavor, check out the video below! You are going to be blown out.
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The indigenous Kalinago people of Dominica survived invasion by the French and British, who imposed slavery on the Africans who now make up four-fifths of the island’s population and left a linguistic legacy of English and French-based Creole, by mastering the lush tropical rainforest that covers more than 60% of the island. If you visit Trinidad for roti and Jamaica for jerk, you should travel to Dominica for green things like bush rum and flower teas. There are a ton of medicinal herbs in the forest.
The Jungle Bay Dominica resort, located smack dab in the center of the Soufrière jungles, leans into nature instead, maybe realizing the futility of fighting against the earth’s generosity. When I finally get there, the kitchen is closed. Joanne Hilaire, the operations manager, tells me that they never let guests go hungry, though, so I can feel the warmth of Dominica’s welcome. The cook is preparing an excellently stewed dish of beans with taro, rice, and plantain for our late dinner, off the menu, while I have a refreshing ginger-lime cocktail that is a local favorite. When I wake up the following morning, I find that my villa’s doors open onto a private veranda that faces southwest toward Soufrière Bay, where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean converge. I let the light wake me for the remainder of my stay by leaving my blinds open.
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