Sidetrips and Holidays
Trip Start Aug 01, 2003
66Trip End Sep 20, 2004
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Dominican Republic: In 1997 I had started work as a junior doctor and after a couple of months I was totally ready for a break. Jane and I went to the travel agent and asked for something a little alternative and ended up paying just £470 for a late deal:- 8 days all-inclusive at the Decameron complex on the south coast of the Dominican Republic.
I remember the flight well as it is the only time I have ever got to sit on the front row! I had so much legroom I didn't know what to do with myself. All of the other passengers developed their DVT's and looked on in envy.
We were a Little wary of going to the Dominican Republic as it neighbours Haiti, this turned into outright fear as we ran the gauntlet of unofficial porters outside the airport. One guy hijacked our cases, carried them 5 yards to the coach and then demanded money from Jane with a menacing attitude. I was as useful as a glass hammer, so, Jane ended up paying him £10 leaving both of us feeling used and abused. I was so on edge that by the time we got to our complex the busboy had to wrestle me before he could take the luggage to our apartment.
The holiday could have quickly gone down the pan but within minutes of alighting in our wonderful apartment we were back on top form. The complex was gorgeous including two large pools, a pristine beach and excellent local cuisine. As we sat at the bar on that first evening any remaining worries were carried away on the back of a few complimentary rum punches.
The weather all week was warm and sunny we sunbathed, swam and walked along the beach. Every evening we would gaze at the palm trees silhouetted by the setting sun.
Normally the trips on package holidays are less than inspiring but in the Dominican Republic we went on two great days out. The first was a trip out on a catamaran followed by snorkelling. I had never snorkelled before and I was really nervous. The waves felt really powerful and I had to put a lot of effort in just to stay off the rocks and coral. I was so exhausted I was the first one back on board ship. The second day out was one of the best days of my life, racing past mangrove swamps in power boats before anchoring at a sandbar for a drink and finally mooring at a deserted beach to sunbathe.
During the week I read two books; 'the Horse Whisperer', which was crap and 'He Died with a Falafel in his Hand' which was absolutely hilarious. The only low point for the rest of the holiday (remember this is our first holiday together) was when I enthusiastically bounded into the surf and clocked Jane on the nose. It's amazing how even a little blood can turn the Caribbean pink. Men, women, children, grannies and several sharks descended on Jane (whom I thought milked it a bit) to help stem the flow of blood. I was left feeling awful on my own with only a few withering looks from the grannies to keep me company. Luckily for me there were no breakages or black eyes or I would have been in the dog house for sure.
A great week, shame it was over, just when we were getting used to pizza and fruit juice on the beach!