“Are we not getting out yet?” I called to my hostelmates who kept going deeper into the tiny tunnel. I could swear we just passed by the first exit. I grudgingly followed my hostelmates further and further into the tunnel. We passed by another exit. I was sure it was an exit. But my Scottish friends pushed on, even climbing down a lower portion of the tunnel. OMG. My mind and heartbeat was starting to race. I could feel my claustrophobia creeping up to me. “Should we get out now?” one of them asked, a few more turns into the tunnel. “Ugh, yes please,” I croaked and we scrambled up the stairs into the fresh air.