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7.4.17
Soak It In
And then it was over.
Thanks for the memories Dom Rep.
I loved every moment of the flip-flop weather.
The tropical fruits.
The lazy mornings.
The mosquito nets.
The simple breakfasts.
The smell of sunscreen.
The streets to nowhere.
The green hills.
The guaguas.
The wandering chickens.
The four weeks of no worries.
Vacations might just be the cure to everything.
3.4.17
El Mogote
Our need for some action brought us here.
We were expecting a pretty casual 5k hike with a nice view of Jarabacoa at the top.
About five minutes into this hike we saw a spider the size of my hand and realized we were in a jungle of webs.
Thankfully he is tall and walked first or in other words, he had to deal with the spider webs.
THANKS ♥
The five kilometers description of the hike was on point.
The casual part was not. About half way in things got steep.
And muddy. Really really muddy.
Steep plus muddy usually ends up with me sliding on my ass in some direction.
I don't know how you would get up there during the rainy season.
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We finally made it up to a little shack, a rusty tower, a donkey, some chickens, and the owner.
He brought us two plastic chairs and we lounged around in the sun letting the mud we were covered in dry to some crispy dirt.
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Once we made it down, we were covered in twice the mud and were searching for a ride to the city.
We found a guy, a really funny guy.
The two of us were thirsty and dirty and decided to go to the river to clean up.
This guy came down to the river bringing us soap from his house.
He cleaned up with us.
He washed my shoes. He fed us bananas. He drove us to the city.
And he didn't speak one word of English.
I love when people surprise you.
And I love good people.
2.4.17
The Hilltops
Pretty happy we couldn't get in touch with our taxi driver on this day.
I'm also really glad these people keep their word.
We were stranded for just long enough.
31.3.17
Jarabacoa
After three weeks of beach life, we started getting a little stir crazy.
I'm not the type of person to really get bored, but things started heading in that direction.
Relaxation only goes so far.
We decided to head inland for a few days.
It's really hard to say goodbye to the sea when you live your year landlocked, but it turned out to be exactly what we needed.
Switching in the sandy beaches for some jungle was the perfect way to end the trip.
Adding some luxury and spoiling ourselves a little didn't hurt either.
La Entrada
Somewhere close to Cabrera, we found a place even smaller than Las Galeras with absolutely no tourists.
You can't stick out any more than the two of us did in this place.
We also managed to befriend every dog in the town.
You don't have to do anything, but show them a little bit of love and then it's done.
A pack of watch dogs was ours for the rest of our time in Entrada.
24.3.17
Playa Caleton
The day our motorcycle broke down and we were saved by a teenage biker mob.
The mechanic had to have been max 16 years old.
I was busy sitting on the side of the main road observing the chaos, while the cows across the street were peacefully grazing, and the cars were flying by not caring in the slightest about all the people standing in the street.
There was so much yelling, of which we understood nothing.
We let this 16-year-old pull out his kitchen knife and cut away at some cable along the gas line.
While another one of them pulled out his machete getting into a fight.
So much was happening, then all of a sudden they all jumped on their bikes, everything went up in exhaust smoke and they were gone.
We had a functioning bike again.
We found a secret lagoon and a Dominican beach party.
All in all the day was saved and then some.
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