We stayed overnight in Nagua at a hotel called "Olas del Mar," or something like that. It was nice. $800 pesos a night.
Years ago, back in the 1980's, I arrived in Nagua just before sunset. Because I did not want to be schlepping my suitcase around (this was back when they did not have wheels), I stopped in the first place I saw. There was no beach, just a littered shore on either side of the hotel. There was not enough room to walk behind the hotel. It was that close to the ocean. I paid for the room, I think around $10 or less, and dropped off my suitcase and headed out to eat. There was a huge ruckus in the lobby. An ancient Chinese woman who looked like she was in her 90's that they told me was the owner, was ranting and raving in Chinese or something unintelligible. She was siting in what looked like the first wheelchair ever made. There were three youngish women who were dressed like maids (bandanna around the head, flipflops on their feet) that brought her different things: the hotel register, a bowl of soup, a bunch of keys. Each time the old woman yelled at them and one of them would return with something else.
I went to some sort of restaurant nearby and had some sort of fish and rice and it started to rain, so I went back to my room.
It turned out that the outside of my room was up against the ocean, and you could hear the waves crashing. But there was no window at all. The next morning they were cleaning up and it seems I was the only guest. There were three rooms in a row including mine, all up against the ocean, and none of them has a window.
The crazy Chinese woman who looked like she was in the lobby, seated at a table ranting loudly to herself.
I walked around Nagua and it did not look like a place I would enjoy staying, so I took a pickup truck on to Sanchez and from somewhere near there over the hill to Las Terrenas.
I can't recall the name of the hotel. I imagine that it might have been known as "El Hotel de la China Loca."
