While walking through the cave, we quietly and with a smile on our face state that the effort was worth it. We created a small group of 5 people including the cave guide (lady). The ambience had been very intimate until the cave guide said: The name of the cave does not originate in the word “driny” (Slovak translation of the drudgery), which you went through while you came up the hill. The English term “poker face” does not express enough our look. Speechlessly we looked at each other, and by eyes, we told to the other “of course”. Since then, the technical explanation took an entertaining direction. While looking at the decoration of the cave called mother-in-law's tongues, the other visitors said, they have to belong to father-in-law because the mothers-in-law tongues would not fit in the cave.
Before the entrance of the cave, we saw an old cart and thought for what they used it. Perhaps the cave goblins used it to transport their treasure. Not at all! No cave trolls. Instead, the good old Slovak fays appeared in the explanation. Nothing is better than old habits. Finally, the first “tongues are wagging”… We love the “tongues are wagging …"! We will not keep you long in suspense. The tongues are wagging that if a man stays in the cave for a St. John’s night, the fays dance his head off and the cave staff takes him outside of the cave in the cart mentioned before. By coincidence, we were in the cave on St. John’s day. I looked at my “fellow traveller” with a cagey smile and thought how could I leave him there “by coincidence”, while I will be waiting at the parking place. Ladies, admit, who would not enjoy the look at your darling tired of dancing when he does not want to go with you under normal circumstances, moreover, when they bring him next morning to you.
We enjoyed the journey back to the car more than the journey to the cave. Finally, we had time to benefit from the beauties of The Small Carpathians. We realised, how little does it take to get away from the rumour of the city and breathe the pure air.