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... Samana from as high as 1,500 feet. Unfortunately, the heavy rain overnight made me skip the area’s top natural attraction, the Salto de Limon, a waterfall that’s either an hour hike each way along a steep and usually very muddy trail or a guided horse ride trip, and those things scare me. I always think of Christopher Reeve whenever I ride a horse; if a horse could do that to Superman, imagine what one could do to a chubby middle-aged guy like ...
15th and no whale watching excursions begin before that date.
The north coast has a wetter climate and lusher vegetation
than the southern part of the D.R. or interior valleys in the rain shadow of
mountain ranges. So for four days the weather would alternate through the day between
hot humid sunshine and short torrential downpours even though the winter months
are considered the dry season. That said, though, I generally found the ...
... s brains in. I hope they drink so much Ron punch tonight that they end up in Ron induced comas until we leave. I will add some photos to show you some bits of the resort that we hadn't told you about. The public beach is really nice - we have had some nice walks on there both at night and during sunset. After 6, the beach becomes hotel property so all the boats have to leave. This is the section of the beach that was the setting for the old Bacardi advert. We saw some ...
... a mansion in a small beach village in the north of Samana, and 16 of us piled in for three nights of partying. The house looked like a drug lord owned it, and was just 15 mins walk from an incredible beach.
The first day we went to Playa Rincon which is meant to be one of the nicest beaches in the Caribbean. We played, drank beer and sun bathed for the whole day, ...
... there, so I forget to apply my trusty SPF 50. So I’m out there soaking in the UVA and UVB like a sponge. Red. Hot. Ouch.
Day 3…new plan. Boy obviously needs to eat and sleep at a certain schedule. So Farida stays back and Callista and I go to the beach. I pack the fly rod with heroic aspirations of heaving a nice, fresh fish over my shoulder…maybe a shark, and bringing sustenance back to my hungry family.