If you visit the port city of Ensenada, chances are you are going to be offered a tour to La Bufadora, the famous blowhole located on a peninsula close to town. The spout of sea water is the result of air, trapped in a sea cave, exploding upwards. Air is forced into the cave by wave action and is released when the water recedes. It is not only the high spray of water that amaze visitors but the howling noise that precedes the moment of action. People say the sound is similar to the snort of a furious animal. This is one of North America’s largest blowhole shooting upwards more than 100 feet (30 meters).
Everything described in the previous paragraph sounds impressive. However, I have visited many times and I am still waiting for the magic to happen. This is more a tourist trap than anything. To reach the blowhole, you have to walk thru a mile long “market” where vendors urge you to buy all sort of useless, overpriced trinkets. Others have explicit posters about the effects of Viagra in the male body. Some even dress in ponchos and big hats thinking you want to pay to have a photo with them. After what seems like walking over a plank, you arrive to La Bufadora and start to have deceptive feelings.
If I have to be honest, I must confess I didn’t have any intentions of visiting La Bufadora ever again. During my last trip to Ensenada, my friends and I had some time to kill. Some suggested a visit to La Bufadora and everybody agreed to go. I just thought, “Here we go again.”
But this time there was something different. Since the second we got on the road that leads to the tip of the peninsula, I started to have a blast.
“Why I am enjoying this so much?” I reasoned. I gave the situation a thought for several minutes and I found the answer. This time the sun was shining. Seriously. That was it. All the previous times I have visited, the clouds have prevented me from enjoying the magnificent vistas lining the peninsula.
This time wildflowers were framing our road. The carvings made by water on the rock walls were visible. The deep blue ocean was hitting with force the high cliffs. Horses and goats roamed free the green pastures. Once at the end of the peninsula, foamy waves were covering gray, red and green rocks. The water surrounding the rocks was turquoise. Squirrels were gathering and hiding their banquet consisting of flowers and seeds. In the distance, I saw a beach with dark sand. Red and yellow kayaks were battling the waves. People were camping close to the beach, rocks and cliffs. And well, La Bufadora was welcoming visitors by drenching them with its powerful spray.
At one moment a loud, “This is beautiful,” came out of my mouth. A couple having drinks under a palapa smiled after hearing my comment. It was obvious the same thought was crossing their minds.
Even though I had visited this exact place before, it was like it was my first time in an unknown location. Now, I know this place is more than a blowhole or annoying vendors. The difference a change in light can make.
I have to go back to find ways to discover more about this place. I can only think of all the treasures this coast holds. But yes, I will check the weather report. I have to make sure my next visit is on a sunny day.
Do you prefer to visitg some places under sunny conditions?