I Got Lost In The Dominican Republic! Ooooops!
First off I broke all my rules on world travel and was foolish in thinking the area I was docked was like the town Samana, I know better then to think that.
We traveled 5 miles from the Marina by grabbing a ride from the staff truck which was a one way ride to Samana. As soon as we turned onto the local road it was very obvious I was dropped into a 3rd world country. I saw houses or shacks constructed of what ever a person could build a house with and saw kids running around in dirty cloths and people working on cars and whatever they could sell to make a living. As we drove along the roads they where very step and mountainous with lots of water rushing by in the deep red clay gutters. The trees where all palm trees and reminded me of the Jungle. Every man walking the road had on big rubber boats covered in red mud and carried a machete and the women where all carrying water jugs. I even saw a women carrying a cactus plant on her head in a coffee can, not sure what that was about. Maybe she was the local nut or just walking home , who knows. I also saw people riding horses and mules along the road.
When we entered the city of Samana it was congested with traffic coming from all over the place. No road signs, stop signs, signals, or anything that would indicate order. The streets where packet with motorcycles, and scooter from the 1960’s and 70’s which traveled at any speed and went where ever. Cars parked anywhere there was space and no real order to anything.
We where given a few tips about taxi or scooter transportation and dropped off. Our instruction where in a mix mash of English and Spanish words. We walked the streets and found a nice restaurant, so we had a great lunch for a very cheap price. I had a pasta dish with lobster, muscles, and shrimp covered in a taste garlic red sauce for $12. Topped off with the only beer that you can get in the DR Presidenta, at least its cold. As I ate my lunch I looked out at the city and saw roosters running around and a huge one up on a building top.
We then walked down the street and where badgered by ever shop owner to come in and take a look at what they had for sale. After the 4th time of being nice and looking at a bunch of random things mostly tourist crap I just said “No Se” over and over until they gave up “Thanks Adam”. Luckily I did buy Romeo Juliet cigars for 2 bucks a piece after 20 minutes of negotiating a price. They are very tasty cigars and now my supplies are restored.
After dealing with the store owners we wondered down some side streets and found a city block filled with pallets of cloths that came off a ship. They where cloths that people had donated to good will or other charities, I always wondered where those cloths went to. People where going through the stacks of cloths and where very excited to have them.
We decided that it was getting late and we wanted to get back to the boat before it was dark. We happened to be outside the Police station so we asked one of the officers holding a pistol grip shotgun where to get a taxi and they said wait here. I watched the officer dress in camouflage and his 9mm gun stuck in his belt band like a gangster put his hand up and stopped a not to happy scooter cab. He told him to take us to the Marina or so I thought. Apparently having a conversation in charades and pictionary is not a good way to explain where you want to go. I wish we had written down the marina name because my Spanish pronunciation was not understood “umm! LA Marinaooo?”. So unknowingly we hopped into this wagon cart pulled by a Honda 125 cc two stoke motorcycle that sounded like a bee on steroids. I thought it was going to explode with me and my dad being pulled up the mountain or the brake would fail on the roller coaster ride down the hills.
As we where pulled in our radio flyer wagon up the mountains the driver stopped at the top of hill 15 minutes later and pointed to a shack and said here. Ummmmm “NO SE” nope not it buddy! So our game of charades began again and I kept saying Samana so in frustration the driver turned around and stopped ever person we saw until we found some old man with only one tooth in his mouth that new some English. We where able to fill in the missing words to get us home. I thought for sure when we got to that hill top and stopped I was going to be shot and robbed! So I told myself o well there is nothing I can do, at least I have a great view of the ocean from the top of this mountain and felt at peace with the warm sun on my face.