Can't wait to go back
Sorry I am so late on completing this...
Spent 10 days in DR in late March - 5 in Boca Chica, 4 in Jarabacoa and then one more night in Boca Chica. Everything was wonderful! This is my 6th Caribbean island and by far my favorite! Well here is the trip with as many details as I remember.....
Left Portland Oregon (cold and rainy) at 10 pm and arrived in DR at 1 pm (warm and sunny). Met at the airport by Petteri, our fantastic host from Residencial El Candil. He was also there earlier that morning (5 am) to pick up the other couple we were meeting. When we arrived, he was busy helping an older couple from somewhere in the states who didn't speak Spanish and were trying to get a cab... scared they were going to get ripped off so picked him out of the crowd (I can only guess why....). Once in the car, gave us good info on all the sites we passed, then once in Boca Chica spent about 20 minutes driving us around town - pointing out the best restaurants, where to exchange money, markets, etc. Also gave us very important info like what the going rate for a Presidente and a cuba libre was.
Checked in and was awed by the beauty of Residencial El Candil. Pool, fantastic gardens, pool side bar... Can't believe we only paid about $60 US for a two bedroom apartment. Got a couple of cold presidentes from the bar and wondered where our friends were.... decided to go exploring, and walked the two blocks to Calle Duarte where we ran into each other. Decided to hit Hexenkessel for some more presidente and some sausage. Discovered that one of us spoke some German (you think you know people!)
We had chosen BC for scuba diving and since the other couple wasn't certified yet (needed to do checkout dives) we were 'assigned' to a divemaster named Regina with Treasurer Divers. The diving, the dive shop and she was great. In fact, we are hoping to hook up with Regina on another trip next year! The best diving I have done so far... incredible life on the wrecks, fish like you can't believe. My only regret relating to diving is that we didn't do the full day to Catalina Island (the divers that night said they dove with whales and dolphins) but we couldn't bring ourselves to get up at 6 am after our late nights!
We became fast friends with most of the folks from Treasurer Divers and spent our evenings after our diving drinking outside the dive shop, headed home to shower and then spent our nights at the Madhouse, sitting on some chairs in the middle of Calle Duarte, drinking presidentes and/or cuba libres. Spent most of our time talking (or rather trying to talk since none of us speak Spanish that well) to locals and others visiting the country. Ate in a few nights (bought fantastically good chorizo at the market for one dinner), also ate at La Criolla (great, cheap Dominican food) and Cafe Colonial (also very good and reasonable).
All four of us fell in love with Boca Chica. Those who live there were complaining about the weekends (the beach is so crowded with folks from SD) but that is part of what we loved. the whole atmosphere is happiness, no stress, enjoy a presidente. I have read on a number of boards that the 'peddlers' on the beach and the hookers are overwhelming. Just say no a few times and they all get the hint.
Other than diving and socializing we didn't do much else during our five days. None of us wanted to leave but the mountains were calling....
Rented a car from National for the 4 days (not to expensive about $200 including all the insurance we could get) and decided to hit the road. My husband was the designated driver and while it was 'madness', it was no worse than driving in, say, Los Angeles where we lived for a number of years. I have to say that the signs through Santo Domingo could be improved but we managed by using some not very accurate maps and a general sense of direction (we were those crazy people doing U-turns in the middle of the street, by the way). The political posters everywhere were rather annoying but oh well, I was able to also notice the beauty behind them.
The drive to Jarabacoa was uneventful - spent most of the time oohing and aahing about the gorgeous countryside. Staying at the Pinar Dorado. Once again, we were in awe of the beauty (and cleanliness) of the place - the gardens are gorgeous, lovely pool with poolside bar. and cheap (at least by US standards).
The extremely nice gentleman working at reception spoke not a word of English but we managed with a few Spanish words here and there.... our reservation had been lost but they still managed to find a room with a balcony overlooking the pool. Very nice.
Next morning went rafting with the folks from Rancho Baiguate. Another beautiful place and the guides speak English - Hooray! We were joking the whole way out there that at least we know left/right in Spanish! The rafting was very different than that which we had done in the states - narrow river with big boulders that you just go right over. Great outfit - felt perfectly safe. The river itself was beautiful but it was rather sad to see so much garbage floating on it and on the shores. It was VERY different than here - folks washing their clothes in the river, houses without obvious outlets for 'greywater' other than the river. Our guide Tony was fantastic and we became friends with him and another guide named Sandy who offered to take us to a couple of local softball games that night. What fun! We sat in the bleachers drinking (you guessed it) Presidentes. We had brought some sunflower seeds with us from the states and the locals wanted to try them...
The next morning, I decided to stay at the hotel and bask in the sun by the pool (my first day of sunning although we had been there a week!). The other three went canyoning which they loved (I hate heights so not a good thing for me to try). If I get a chance, I will post some pictures from the experience. Once again that night we went out with Sandy to a local pool hall - ate street vendor food for dinner (I know, everyone tells you not to do that but it was soooo tasty). More presidentes and cuba libres and trying to talk to the locals. Everyone was so patient with our little bit of Spanish!
Hit a couple of waterfalls the next day and headed back towards the south coast. Decided to stop in La Vega - just drove through because it was Sunday and very quiet in town.
We had decided for our last night (BOO!) to stay at an all-inclusive. We had never done that before and thought, why not try it. We had picked the Boca Chica Resort (I think it is called something else now). Arrived at 3 pm starving (didn't stop for lunch because, what the heck, we are headed there, right?). There was no food to be found in the place - not a good way to start off the stay. The only place open was the pool side bar and they were out of burgers - urgh! At 5 pm they closed the pools - another urgh! Had to wait until 6 pm for dinner - not a bad buffet although most of the food was very bland. Afterwards, sat outside drinking some Presidentes and trying to avoid making eye contact with the dance folks (please don't pick me).... The next morning they won't let us check out because they claimed we hadn't paid - good thing I made them give me a copy of the receipt when we checked in (which they weren't going to do). Left the island (so sad...) at 10 am the next day. Flew San Juan to Atlanta to Portland - home at 9 pm. I realized in Atlanta that I didn't want to go back to 'my life' while sitting in a bar listening to a woman yell at the waitstaff while talking on her cell phone - relax....
General perceptions:
Would go back again in a heartbeat... the people are wonderful, the scenary breathtaking, the diving superb. And oh, the rum.... so cheap and so good. Spending 10 days there totally changed my perception of the pace of life... why hurry, there is always tomorrow!
The bad comments general center around our last night - horrible service, no food.... otherwise I can't think of much that wasn't good. anyway thanks to everyone on this board who answered my questions - I hope to meet some of you on our next trip!
Sorry I am so late on completing this...
Spent 10 days in DR in late March - 5 in Boca Chica, 4 in Jarabacoa and then one more night in Boca Chica. Everything was wonderful! This is my 6th Caribbean island and by far my favorite! Well here is the trip with as many details as I remember.....
Left Portland Oregon (cold and rainy) at 10 pm and arrived in DR at 1 pm (warm and sunny). Met at the airport by Petteri, our fantastic host from Residencial El Candil. He was also there earlier that morning (5 am) to pick up the other couple we were meeting. When we arrived, he was busy helping an older couple from somewhere in the states who didn't speak Spanish and were trying to get a cab... scared they were going to get ripped off so picked him out of the crowd (I can only guess why....). Once in the car, gave us good info on all the sites we passed, then once in Boca Chica spent about 20 minutes driving us around town - pointing out the best restaurants, where to exchange money, markets, etc. Also gave us very important info like what the going rate for a Presidente and a cuba libre was.
Checked in and was awed by the beauty of Residencial El Candil. Pool, fantastic gardens, pool side bar... Can't believe we only paid about $60 US for a two bedroom apartment. Got a couple of cold presidentes from the bar and wondered where our friends were.... decided to go exploring, and walked the two blocks to Calle Duarte where we ran into each other. Decided to hit Hexenkessel for some more presidente and some sausage. Discovered that one of us spoke some German (you think you know people!)
We had chosen BC for scuba diving and since the other couple wasn't certified yet (needed to do checkout dives) we were 'assigned' to a divemaster named Regina with Treasurer Divers. The diving, the dive shop and she was great. In fact, we are hoping to hook up with Regina on another trip next year! The best diving I have done so far... incredible life on the wrecks, fish like you can't believe. My only regret relating to diving is that we didn't do the full day to Catalina Island (the divers that night said they dove with whales and dolphins) but we couldn't bring ourselves to get up at 6 am after our late nights!
We became fast friends with most of the folks from Treasurer Divers and spent our evenings after our diving drinking outside the dive shop, headed home to shower and then spent our nights at the Madhouse, sitting on some chairs in the middle of Calle Duarte, drinking presidentes and/or cuba libres. Spent most of our time talking (or rather trying to talk since none of us speak Spanish that well) to locals and others visiting the country. Ate in a few nights (bought fantastically good chorizo at the market for one dinner), also ate at La Criolla (great, cheap Dominican food) and Cafe Colonial (also very good and reasonable).
All four of us fell in love with Boca Chica. Those who live there were complaining about the weekends (the beach is so crowded with folks from SD) but that is part of what we loved. the whole atmosphere is happiness, no stress, enjoy a presidente. I have read on a number of boards that the 'peddlers' on the beach and the hookers are overwhelming. Just say no a few times and they all get the hint.
Other than diving and socializing we didn't do much else during our five days. None of us wanted to leave but the mountains were calling....
Rented a car from National for the 4 days (not to expensive about $200 including all the insurance we could get) and decided to hit the road. My husband was the designated driver and while it was 'madness', it was no worse than driving in, say, Los Angeles where we lived for a number of years. I have to say that the signs through Santo Domingo could be improved but we managed by using some not very accurate maps and a general sense of direction (we were those crazy people doing U-turns in the middle of the street, by the way). The political posters everywhere were rather annoying but oh well, I was able to also notice the beauty behind them.
The drive to Jarabacoa was uneventful - spent most of the time oohing and aahing about the gorgeous countryside. Staying at the Pinar Dorado. Once again, we were in awe of the beauty (and cleanliness) of the place - the gardens are gorgeous, lovely pool with poolside bar. and cheap (at least by US standards).
The extremely nice gentleman working at reception spoke not a word of English but we managed with a few Spanish words here and there.... our reservation had been lost but they still managed to find a room with a balcony overlooking the pool. Very nice.
Next morning went rafting with the folks from Rancho Baiguate. Another beautiful place and the guides speak English - Hooray! We were joking the whole way out there that at least we know left/right in Spanish! The rafting was very different than that which we had done in the states - narrow river with big boulders that you just go right over. Great outfit - felt perfectly safe. The river itself was beautiful but it was rather sad to see so much garbage floating on it and on the shores. It was VERY different than here - folks washing their clothes in the river, houses without obvious outlets for 'greywater' other than the river. Our guide Tony was fantastic and we became friends with him and another guide named Sandy who offered to take us to a couple of local softball games that night. What fun! We sat in the bleachers drinking (you guessed it) Presidentes. We had brought some sunflower seeds with us from the states and the locals wanted to try them...
The next morning, I decided to stay at the hotel and bask in the sun by the pool (my first day of sunning although we had been there a week!). The other three went canyoning which they loved (I hate heights so not a good thing for me to try). If I get a chance, I will post some pictures from the experience. Once again that night we went out with Sandy to a local pool hall - ate street vendor food for dinner (I know, everyone tells you not to do that but it was soooo tasty). More presidentes and cuba libres and trying to talk to the locals. Everyone was so patient with our little bit of Spanish!
Hit a couple of waterfalls the next day and headed back towards the south coast. Decided to stop in La Vega - just drove through because it was Sunday and very quiet in town.
We had decided for our last night (BOO!) to stay at an all-inclusive. We had never done that before and thought, why not try it. We had picked the Boca Chica Resort (I think it is called something else now). Arrived at 3 pm starving (didn't stop for lunch because, what the heck, we are headed there, right?). There was no food to be found in the place - not a good way to start off the stay. The only place open was the pool side bar and they were out of burgers - urgh! At 5 pm they closed the pools - another urgh! Had to wait until 6 pm for dinner - not a bad buffet although most of the food was very bland. Afterwards, sat outside drinking some Presidentes and trying to avoid making eye contact with the dance folks (please don't pick me).... The next morning they won't let us check out because they claimed we hadn't paid - good thing I made them give me a copy of the receipt when we checked in (which they weren't going to do). Left the island (so sad...) at 10 am the next day. Flew San Juan to Atlanta to Portland - home at 9 pm. I realized in Atlanta that I didn't want to go back to 'my life' while sitting in a bar listening to a woman yell at the waitstaff while talking on her cell phone - relax....
General perceptions:
Would go back again in a heartbeat... the people are wonderful, the scenary breathtaking, the diving superb. And oh, the rum.... so cheap and so good. Spending 10 days there totally changed my perception of the pace of life... why hurry, there is always tomorrow!
The bad comments general center around our last night - horrible service, no food.... otherwise I can't think of much that wasn't good. anyway thanks to everyone on this board who answered my questions - I hope to meet some of you on our next trip!