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Doc, Bernil, & Lou

Another invitation from the ever supportive Mayor Candelario Viola Jr. and Municipal Planning Officer Mr. Ferdinand Barrios brought us back to Hinatuan, Surigao del Sur.

The team was composed of Doc Amores, Lou Holder and yours truly. The trip was conducted from June 11-14, 2011.

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TURBULENCE

The strength of the water flow that hit my mask sideways half –flooded it when I turned to check on Doc and Lou. Hinatuan Enchanted River was coming at us extra strong and it took us all by surprise!

Clearing my mask quickly, I signaled to them the OK sign, and they gave me the same signal back.

29 meters/ 95 feet deep and 10 meters from the lip of the cave, the bubbles from my exhalation and the water rushing out and bouncing against the rock walls of the entrance sounded like traffic on a busy freeway. I did my best to lie as flat as I could on the gravel bottom, and with my arm muscles straining, I moved inch by inch deeper into the cave’s entrance as the strength of the spring water did its best to push me back out.

I had my 11 liter back-mounted twin tanks on and I left firmly clipped to the wooden log at the cave’s lip my 2 stage decompression tanks loaded with 50% and 100% oxygen. Doc was using his Evolution Closed Circuit Rebreather (CCR) and Lou had his Inspiration CCR.

Because the exhaled breaths of Doc and Lou were retained and reused by their life-support system, they didn’t produce any noticeable bubbles but I was pretty sure they were breathing as hard as I was with all the effort needed to maintain forward movement in the raging water flow.

The objective of this trip was to conduct surveys further into the Hinatuan Enchanted River Head Spring up to the depth of 90 meters/ 295 feet.

Hinatuan Enchanted River Head Spring Diagram by Doc Amores

We packed heavy on this expedition, anticipating the amount of required tanks and gas (Oxygen and Helium) to sustain us safely to the intended depth and back.

Similar to the first time we visited, the very kind Mayor Viola and the master organizer Mr. Ferdinand Barrios showed us their full support and the logistical challenges were easily managed.

Special mention and best of thanks again to Mr. Jake Miranda of Surigao Dive Club for lending to us a compressor and extra tanks. We would not have been able to complete our gas blending requirements without his help.

Click to the next page: VORTEX

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 The 1st Hinatuan Enchanted River- Surigao del Sur Exploration was conducted on Feb. 19- 21, 2010.

Mantaga Adventure Divers

Bernil, Emgee & Doc

CAVE DIVERS:

  • Dr. Alfonso “Doc” Amores – NACD (USA) # 3042
  • Bernil H. Gastardo – IANTD Technical Cave Diver #95508

SUPPORT DIVER:

  • Emmanuel “Emgee” Guillermo, PADI Advance/Deep Diver
Report by: Doc Amores

INTRODUCTION

Hinatuan’s Enchanted River is a favourite tourism destination in the island of Mindanao. People as far away as Davao, a 6-hour bus ride away, take day trip excursions just to enjoy this natural wonder – a spring with cool crystal clear water, flowing out to sea some 600 meters away. The head spring is surrounded by up to 40-meter cliffs of soft limestone and lush vegetation.

There have been up to 3 dive explorations of the area, all by non-cave divers. This expedition is an attempt to define the nature and topography of the depths of the Enchanted River head spring. It is a joint effort of MAD (Mantaga Adventure Divers), a group of cave and associate divers from Mactan Island, Cebu and the LGU of Hinatuan, Surigao del Sur.

MAD Cavers making a courtesy call to Mayor Candelario Viola Jr…

The LGU is represented by Hon. Mayor Candelario J. Viola, Jr of Hinatuan and Mr. Ferdinand Barrios, Municipal Planning and Development Officer.

Next Page: TECHNICAL DESCRIPTION OF THE ENCHANTED RIVER

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PAWOD CAVE EXPLORATION 2007

By Bernil H. Gastardo

The Pawod Spring area as it looked on that eventful day of May 2007.

“Let’s eat so we can die with a full stomach,” said my instructor Paul Neilsen. “Lovely…,” I thought.  We then started on our lunch of inasal manok (roasted chicken).

That afternoon, we were to do the final dive for my IANTD Technical Cave course.

The dive objective was to penetrate “Paul’s Peril”. This tunnel goes further and deeper into Pawod Cave. Running 30 meters farther from the main chamber, its maximum depth reaches 18 meters/ 60ft. Only a handful of men have previously penetrated this tight restriction. I was to be the 5th one allowed the privilege.

Schematic Diagram by Doc Amores

docThe Pawod Cave was discovered by Dr. Alfonso Amores. Trained in cave diving techniques in the freshwater caves of Florida, he is the first diver ever to shine his light into the cave and lay a line around the main chamber. In his childhood years, he was one of the many kids that used the cave’s main pool as a swimming hole to ward off the summer heat.Pawod Cave 15

One of the dangers associated with diving in this overhead environment is that the bottom is blanketed with thick, muddy silt. Anybody untrained in maintaining perfect buoyancy and proper line laying is assured of a disastrous outcome once he has reduced the clear visibility to zero with a careless sweep of his fin or hand. Without a guideline and unable to return to the exit point, the unlucky diver will frantically move around in circles until his gas is consumed. With lungs burning for air and clawing desperately at the cave ceiling in his final attempt to survive, the diver soon succumbs to the dark and cold embrace of the cave.

After which, the locals would say that the diver was victimized by the “Mantaga”, a “freshwater octopus” that supposedly lives inside the cave.

We were not leaving anything to chance that day. Since the start of the course, we have been using twin 11 liter tanks with isolator manifolds. Each diver carried 3 lights. The main light is a High Intensity Discharge (HID) light. With a price tag of US $800, it is well worth the investment since its beam slices through the dark corners of the cave, turning night into day.

Using the reel properly is one basic skill a cave diver learns. We had 3 reels each. There was a main reel plus two spools. In our pockets, we carried directional markers and an extra mask. On our harness, we had line cutters and scissors incase of line entanglements.

L-R: Jean-Marc, Paul, Bernil. Suiting up beside the Agus Road.

We never fail to draw a crowd anytime we start gearing up at the side of the road that runs beside the cave. That day was not an exception. “Are you looking for the Japanese gold, Sir?” is a pretty standard question. The local kids whisper among themselves, I hear the word “Mantaga” mentioned. I caution them not to follow us when we swim into the cave’s entrance.

My technical cave instructor, Paul Neilsen in his tropical drysuit, making his way down to the spring…

With twin tanks on our back, it is quite an effort going down the rocky slope that leads to the cave’s pool. At the shallows, we settle down into rechecking our equipments and going into our safety drills. Valve shutdowns and long-hose drills are done before each dive.

During the briefing, it was decided that Paul would lead me into Paul’s Peril while I video the whole process. Lights on, wings deflated, we descended into the pool’s bottom. The water was murky from the silt stirred up by the numerous kids jumping around the water. A small school of guppies flitted around us. Paul finned into the cave entrance and I flicked on the video.

Paul making his way through the dark cave…

The entrance to the main chamber is like a gaping mouth.  Around 2.5 meters wide, and 9 meters long, the edges taper off to a restrictive size. A long wooden branch lies right at the center (God knows how it got there), and that’s where we did our primary tie-offs.

Inside the cave, the water is very clear. There seemed to be a constant flow in the area since the silt we stirred up from an earlier dive has dissipated already. Moving away from the cave’s mouth, ambient light diminishes, total darkness descends, and we hold it at bay with our powerful HID lights. Average depth of this area is 6 meters.

Think of a woman’s birth canal. There’s the entrance and then there’s the uterus. A big uterus—that would be the cave’s main chamber.

The bottom of this chamber is covered with slabs of limestone rocks that looked liked they were once part of the ceiling. There is a big pile of these rocks right in the center of the chamber. We’ve navigated around this pile on previous dives, carefully laying lines for reference.

With each exhaled breath, our bubbles disturbed the limestone ceiling and white particles drifted down like snow.

Each fin movement is a conscious effort not to disturb the silt. Everything on the bottom is covered in silt, thick brown silt that lets loose at the slightest movement. Left undisturbed, one can observe small tractor-like prints made by petite crabs.

After 8 minutes of careful movement across the chamber, the guideline leads us to the corner where Paul’s Peril starts.

Into Paul’s Peril

Imagine going inside a box.  Imagine the bottom of the box littered with rocks, mud, sand and silt. Imagine the ceiling of the box decorated with scraggy limestone. Imagine the box stretching far into a distance where your light does not fully reach.

Can you see all of this in your mind? Congratulations, you are in Paul’s Peril.

I focused all my energy into maintaining perfect buoyancy. “Don’t hit the ceiling, don’t scrape the bottom,” was the mantra that flowed though my mind. Certain stretches of the tunnel made it impossible for me to follow my mantra.

There was an area that left me chest deep in mud. My manifold was scraping the ceiling and each exhalation brought down so much particulate. Using my left hand, I slowly clawed my way forward. That action, together with my fining and breathing, created a total whiteout. Visibility turned to a finger length. All I could see was the white line on the mud floor that leads farther into the cave.

“What was Paul thinking when he laid this line,” was all I could think of.

What sort of person would wedge himself into a hole with no assurance that the ceiling will not collapse, or that the tunnel will not taper off after a considerable distance giving him absolutely no chance of making a 180 degree turn?

Having freed myself from that space, I found myself in a slightly bigger area where I was able to rise a meter off the bottom. I checked my depth gauge, it read 12 meters.

I could see the faint glow of Paul’s light in the distance. “Onwards then,” I shrugged.

Squeezing into another tight area, my eye caught the familiar shape of a giant clam’s shell.

“How many millions of years has this thing lain in here,” I wondered. It was at that moment that I felt what explorers might feel when they chance upon a discovery few people have ever seen. I felt awed by it all.

I continued on and came out into a chamber. The water in here was the color of deep blue—clear and clean. I took off my regulator and tasted it. Fresh water. Depth gauge reading, 15 meters.

The line continued in between two boulders. I followed it and I entered the final chamber of the tunnel. The line ended there and it was tied up on a rock at the bottom. Depth was 18 meters.

The bottom of this last chamber is covered in boulders. The sides are limestone and the area is big enough for three divers to float beside each other. I approximate that the space is around 3 meters by 3.5 meters.

Paul signaled me the OK sign, I responded and then he headed back out. Alone, I paused for a moment to enjoy the area.

Heading Back

The trip heading back out was something. The muddy silt we disturbed had amassed into angry, thick clouds. I kept my eye trained on the line for reference.

Then I came upon an area where the bottom sharply angles up. I got stuck. I moved left—scraped my manifold. I moved right—ouch, bumped my head on the ceiling.

And right in the middle of this silt-out situation, my HID light went off!

Good thing that the video light was still on. But then the monkeys in my head started chattering, “You’re stuck, you’re going to die, you can’t get out now!” Weird.

So I stopped, took a slow, deep breath, paused, exhaled very slowly and willed myself to relax. Then I slowly clawed my way out.

At the end of it, I saw a light. It was Paul waiting for me at the cave’s main chamber.

We gave each other the OK sign, shook hands, and then we swam out to daylight.

“Cool dive,” I thought.

– Bernil 2007

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