Samana’s Fierce Blowhole and Granite Mine

We've arrived

For our route to Samana’s fierce blowhole and granite mine (located on the same road), we consulted our iPhone map. Although forewarned as to the ferocity of the blowhole by its Spanish name “mouth of the devil,” we didn’t worry about the little unpaved road to get there. That is, until it narrowed into a footpath. In another hundred yards it seemed as if the map had directed us to a route that disappeared into the jungle.

At this point we began doubting our technological guide. So, we set out on foot through the matted undergrowth to see where the descent led. A drop-off with the ocean sparkling at the bottom. (Which proves that a little skepticism can be a very good thing!)

Our Road Disappears

Even though gravity was on our side as we backed out, the tires spun on the wet grass and leaves — a far more difficult maneuver than shoving forward.

We tried another little unpaved road, which was deeply rutted. This path followed along the base of a ridge that rose inexorably on the left. Deep pools of water covered the road from time to time, since it’s the rainy season in the tropics (winter). But we were driving a high clearance SUV and muddy red water sprayed on all sides.

The Granite Mine

Soon the looming ridge broke up into smooth swaths of exposed granite where the jungle had been removed to enable miners to cut the rock. Pulling into a flat area, we investigated the massive slabs of granite, beautiful even before polishing, many with cut dates painted on them.

A little further down the road we saw an encouraging sign.

We've arrived

We’ve arrived

Buzzing Pathway

Ground wasps?

Ground wasps?

The entrance passed by an area of sand where wasp-like insects buzzed furiously over their holes in the ground. We carefully skirted the area, but to our surprise, the insects ignored us completely. Apparently they weren’t interested in protein. I’d like to find out more about those insects. If they don’t sting people, what do they eat? Sugars from fruit? But there weren’t any fruit trees nearby.

Boca Del Diablo

Boca Del Diablo is a blowhole. Located at the mouth of a lava tube, the gust of wind it emits when the waves slam the shore was enough to blow us over into it. At low tide the blowhole is dry, but still dangerous with its mighty gust of wet air. That is what we experienced while holding on to each other.

Fortunately, the area had a sort of guide. I don’t know whether he was owner or squatter. But a man who knew the area (and to whom we gave a generous tip) warned us about what we were about to see. When he could see we were walking too close to the opening, he held on to us so that the first burst of moist air that came shooting up out of the lava tube didn’t knock us over.

Mouth of the blowhole

Mouth of the blowhole

If he hadn’t been there, I truly wonder if we’d have all fallen into this deep, black, unforgiving hole. I’d think twice about taking children, that’s for sure.

At high tide the water is said to shoot up about 16 feet into the air. Over eons of time the flow of salt water created sharp, jagged rivulets throughout the lava field on its way down to the beach. Since we visited during low tide, we could explore it on foot. A definite advantage.

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