. . . is still impossible for the indigenous people of Bikini; despite the giant concrete dome that covers the Castle Bravo crater, the sand and water are still too toxic to allow their return [cue sad ukelele music].
The people are used to living outside in the surf and sun and become pathologically claustrophobic.
To alleviate stress, the indigenous people smash household items they have made many of for this purpose.
During the Smashing Time, one can smash their fill of clay pots, jars, plates and ukuleles. Some of the ukuleles must be put away because they are the equivalent of the Stradivarius violins from better times.
Spelunking is an adventurous choice of activity.
I once saw a group of "extreme" spelunkers who were going into unmapped underwater caves with freezing cold water rushing through them.
They risked going into blind endings, narrow passages, and losing the group and getting thrown into a blind spot, possibly injured badly, and the team can't find you
It's cool they do that but it's not exactly a way to unwind. And no I would never do it.
The word is adventurous
Thick clouds herald the storm's arrival at the atoll, thunder like trumpets and tympani, but this inauspicious thread brings the scent of lemons to less fortunate noses; it is a perpetual wafting none can escape.