Here the beaches are like that, black sand like coal, or boulders that the ravines have brought from the mountains. Here the sea arrives strongly and the island seems to cross the ocean to the north and the roar of the waves makes it vibrate and creak, as if it were a ship about to run aground. That bellow is heard from very high, where the vegetation changes and those ravines that bring the stones are born, so that the sea plays with them and turns them into the sand that the beaches of the south enjoy.
