Travel Blogs from Puerto Plata
... br> I wandered to the bathroom (there were outdoor showers with water pressure!!) and to look for a chair to rent.
Instead I found a table. A woman offered me a beach massage for $15. "I have a table, it's in the shade" I hesitated for half a second, then figured out a way to pay her with my dollars (it involved breaking a $20 over a mojito).
The almond oil and sand mixed to exfoliate every inch of me, followed by a cool camphor rub. Not one but two strong ...
... hug this little girl with all her might as a final goodbye brought tears to my eyes. I cannot even put into words the pride and joy that I felt at that moment, but I'm so thankful to have witnessed it.
We walked to el camiente one last time for a fish fry. It looked like fish had come straight from the river and into the fryer, and those who had it loved it. I got a special bacon like side dish with beans and rice.
We went back to the hotel to cool off for an ...
... that we made the most of all the time we had.
At the I was introduced to Aline's mad skills in the area of bartering. All of the vendors wanted me to direct the group to shop there wares. We were approached by vendors with hats, jewelry, fresh fruit, massage, cigars, braiding skills, and henna. The kids were not really interested in shopping, but Aline felt like bartering just for fun. This girls a natural, I'm bringing her with me to ...
... And my hand tightens around the markers. Finally the carro comes and I hand the kid some
pesos and drive away with our pizza. The sad part, I gave him the pesos not so
he could go get something to eat, I gave him the pesos so my conscience would
shut up while I ate my cold pizza! The worst kind of pizza there is.
On a side note, I ended up eating my slices on the drive and then on the walk home, I gave my
crust to a hungry dog I met along the way. His ...
... of place veterans can come to to swap 'Naam' stories - flags and numberplates from all over the world decorating the 'walls' with the backdrop of 60's music; Beatles, Presley, Clapton and co.
The rest of the afternoon is spent chatting to the 'drop-ins' at the bar. A couple of ladies, who are probably 50's to mid 60's, Canadian, and a guy from Amsterdam. All here for a 'better' / warmer ...