bufones

i saw a sign yesterday while following the trail right along the cliffs of the providence of Asturias (i crossed into my third providence yesterday). i read it, but nothing seemed to make sense. probably because what i was about to encounter what entirely new on my registry of experiences.

bufones.

know what they are? yeah, neither did i. i can´t find an english word for it, but the closest thing i can come up with is “blowhole”. the cliffs had the lungs of a monster!!! i´m going to try and load some videos of the sound, because it´s absolutely incredible, but who knows whether i´ll find an internet connection fast enough.

apparently the waves knock caves in the cliffs (normal. expected) but sometimes when the rock is soft enough (like in the limestone here in asturias) it knocks a hole all the way through to the top of the cliff, creating something like a whale´s blowhole. the water is only strong enough to blow completely through them in the winter, but right now when the tides are high (which they were!) it makes this soul-trembing sound like a monster is about to break through the stone beneath your feet.

a woman told me it wasn´t dangerous right now because the water isn´t turbulent enough, but my heart still beat EXTREMELY fast as i crept up to the mouth of the hole. ug. i could have sworn something was going to get me.

anyway, if you´re ever in spain. go see the bufones of asturias. one of the most incredible things i´ve seen in my entire life.

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