Lonye was delighted to have stumped me. It was indeed right where I had looked but was so artfully blended in with the vegetation that I hadn’t managed to see it. Lonye found handgrips on the sides of the hatch and lifted it open, revealing a short ladder about four steps down to the chamber below. He took me in and I found there was enough headroom only to lay down or sit up. Even a small boy like me, not to mention adults, had to crawl to get around inside the bunker. 

The roof was constructed with crossbeams of saplings laid over with thatched grass, leaves and dirt. Ventilation was no problem and even a little light filtered through the covering. Lonye admitted that rain was a problem that they hadn’t been able to solve. In a storm, you just got wet.