Few steps from the paradise, on the beaches of the Dominican Republic

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26. 06. 2006 Bayahibe (Dominican Republic)
On the way to the airport Fiumicino accompanied us the commentary of the match Italy-Australia (second round of World Cup football) and Totti kicks the penalty (to 93 °) when we are leaving the highway and the 'exultation wrong road, so our adventure begins in the Caribbean, already losing almost fly!
After 11 hours of flight, the first meeting that the plane was going down with moisture, so strong that you barely allowed to breathe (even 94%).
We go to sleep immediately to avoid, as in Cuba, which for jet lag, at 5 am, the first day, we were fresh and Arzilli and afternoon of zombies ...

27. 06. 2006 Bayahibe (Dominican Republic)
After about two months, here I go under the coconut palms that shelter my skin so sensitive to this strong sun. Well, it's time for a swim in the famous "Caribbean Sea", the sea pirates, pirates ...
Well, that will be a few days ago, "Albert" (a hurricane that hit Cuba) has also touched on the island or to the bad weather that has so shaken the seabed, but the water was full of algae and has disappointed us very !
Here, unlike all other places where've been so far, no umbrellas, palm trees only!
In the first ride patrol outside the resort we met an Italian: Bob Roy 43enne Treviso, all tattooed, that at some point in his life He's "broken" in, as he says: "system" and s 'moved here with his wife. He opened a small room where he fell tattoo And if in the quiet and calm Caribbean life, where everything flows slowly, where the word "quickly" does not exist. He told thousands of things on this earth, then turn to the agenda and armed with a gun walking dangling from his belt is normal. "But we are in the Far West?"
Charles would love it and have increasingly supported his thesis on leave everything and move to Brazil. But beware! The essay Bob also added that we should not rush headlong into these projects because in these places or any other country "undemocratic", you never know how things will turn out. Maybe now is all rosy, tomorrow, however, the local Fidel Castro a coup takes it all and you're forced to run away and 50 years can not risk being in the middle of a road (as happened to his brother in Polynesia, a family of lunatics!) His trump card is the home he left in Italy and now rent. at worst, closes and returns to the fold that's all Italian!
The funniest thing when I chatted with Bob is that occasionally passed some Italian, tanned, who greeted all the lights and told their stories. In those moments I felt a little Patrizio Roversi in "Tourists accidentally" when interviewing our nationals moved overseas.
In the afternoon, playing football know Horace, one of our colleagues of the Air, on holiday there for the second time, a friend of an animator: Juanito, who now works on his own and organizes tours DIY and could be our turning point of the trip!
Between a bath and the other in this sea that is increasingly witnessing a beautiful scene of the Italian classics pitiful stupid, drunk, sitting at the bar or worse, collapsed on the beach ... the fact that is all inclusive (cocktails and spirits including the famous "rum", the so-called vitamin "A"), these guys, they sit behind the bar and drink, incredulous, from morning to evening. How disgusting! Yesterday I thought, I think, in another life I have had some trauma, some drunk, why not explain my hatred for them!
In the evening, meeting for Juanito, finally we know it. Comes with a petite Japanese car, with tinted windows and a beautiful mulatto girl. Shows up and says: "Calm is not lamia girl, you do what you want with her!" Leads us in his little place a few miles from our resort in the village of Bayahibe. There were few houses, the classic small casino in the Caribbean where they were all out the door to rest, the photographer, the inn is open (for "user now") and small bar of Juan, a small room with four billiards means broken, a counter of the past with a beautiful busty mulattona that served "cerveza" and music Dominican ball! The "Adventure" in the first place (they are the place ...!)
We know some people and as in most classic squares of small towns there are all the key characters: the bully in the suburbs, the village idiot, that if the pretty fast and makes your head spin at all, the most "open "...
Juanito tells me that three girls who work for him ... "Conquer the chicken" in his bar and then "cooked" in front nell'alberghetto h24!
All in a day!
28. 06. 2006 Bayahibe (Dominican Republic)
Entire morning devoted to exploring the island. We walked for about an hour and a half as two tales enchant and wonders of each meeting we were doing. We are alone with the sea, sun, sand, waves, palm trees standing up to the heavens the sun or lying on the beach and the many animals that looked at us curiously. Lizards, geckos, crabs and even a lot of strange crustacean: a snail, or rather, a crab with the shell of a snail! I was enchanted by the nature and vegetation, and I thought that 500 years ago when Spanish conquistadors landed here, who knows the island as it was, for some people. I wonder if the plant was so different from what we admired this morning!
Certainly there were waiting for us animators gym and hostesses of these villages for tourists! Now the question arises, as someone said: "... but if you complain more holidays and tourists because you have not booked a hotel far from any tourist route unknown? Fair enough, I would say, but unfortunately, when you book at 'last time until the end especially when you do not know where to go, it is easier as we did!
We stop in a village of fishermen. There were two people sitting in a shaded porch. I walk over, greet them warmly and began to chat. They are nice, one of them: Feliz had a shotgun and said that this creates a coast guard, the other: Jesus, a kind of guardian. They showed me where they lived and I am impressed to see that they had nothing! Son was very sweet and I have been greeted in the heart when they told us: "Go with Dios, my hermano!" and when we thanked them for their willingness we have repeated. "Thank you for coming and come back tomorrow!"
In the evening, with a cab, we returned to the room of Juanito. Between a game of billiards and the other we spent some time immersed in the "pueblo Dominican. Every time I looked around and I felt one of them, I imagined the locals.


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