Trek into the Dominican Republic
Travel & More Magazine fall/winter 2007
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Bathed in sun, sea and sand, the allure of the Dominican Republic (or DR as its playfully known) has long been luring vacationers to its enchanted tropical shores.
Sure the country that forms the eastern part of Hispaniola is the perfect place to lay down the beach towel. But it’s also home to the Caribbean’s tallest mountain, Pico Duarte, and the oldest continuously inhabited European settlement in the Western Hemisphere, Santo Domingo. And with activities like world-class windsurfing in Cabarete and whale watching in Samana it’s as clear as the surrounding waters that the DR has even more to offer than meets the eye.
And I was determined to experience it.
Extremely Accommodating
Fit for a queen with all the luxury amenities, pools, 14 restaurants, 16 bars, two discos, casino, tennis courts, golf course, exercise center, free merengue classes and nightly entertainment reminiscent of a Vegas chorus line, I figured a suite in this nearly 600-room luxury hotel would be the perfect antidote after day-tripping into the countryside for cultural explorations and wildlife experiences. In addition, the Barceló Palace recently debuted Dolphin Island, a Dolphin and Sea Lion encounter program located in front of my hotel. The floating manmade island made it simple to start my outdoor adventure here.
Sharks’n’Rays
Diving over the watery fence like a playful seal, I made it inside this caged aquarium, opened my eyes and saw I wasn’t alone. Beneath me, on the ocean floor were some sleeping nurse sharks whose long gray girths were the length of two beach towels. In the next blink, camouflaged by its sandy surroundings, hovered two stingrays that were oblivious to our gaggling group as we nervously squealed, ogling these mighty rays from the surface.
The nurse sharks are local, nocturnal and prefer to dine on crustaceans and other small sea life. Lucky for me it didn’t think I was a squid on steroids!
Culture Vultures
For our wild adventure, we marked five stops on a map covering a 200 km radius that included tobacco production, a plantation, and an ancient Taino Indian cave at Boca de Manon. Our first stop was a sugarcane field outside Higuey in Oltra Bano. Our driver pulls out a machete, cuts a long bamboo-like shoot from the field, peels the hard skin to reveal a sponge-like layer and offers a round of samples.
Later, we roared along a winding road descending into lush valleys enroute to Maria’s House and Plantation where she welcomed us into her tin-roofed home styled as a simple country dwelling. “See the pod of the cacao and look at the pot of roasted cacao nuts and coffee,” explains Mimi, our guide, describing the local fruits of this family farm as he holds an eegwayro, a coconut shell laden with freshly roasted beans.
In grand adios fashion, we toasted back a shot of Mama Juana, an island elixir of tree bark, honey, red wine and rum, and took in one of the national obsessions, a feather-flying cock fight.
For lunch, a ranch situated along Playa Del Macao welcomed our safari group as we dined beneath a massive cana hut, fueling up on Chicken Creole, yucca fritters, rice, beans, barbequed pork, and mangu, a local delicacy of mashed plantains, grilled onions and ham bits, finished with pudding batata, a sweet potato and coconut pudding dessert.
Later, we visited an on-site zoo on our way to the corral. I became fast friends with Carmelano, a mature caramel brown horse. We trotted along the silky white shoreline, passing by royal palm trees in our secluded paradise. This quiet oasis offered a time to absorb the sheer island beauty.
Colonial Keepers
The colonial zone, designated as a UNESCO World Heritage site, contains some of the finest examples of early Spanish colonial architecture. Walk through the oldest gate in the New World, view the first shopping center of the Americas at Atarazana, ascend an open staircase to the square, Plaza de la Hispanidad, and visit Columbus’ house, the Alcazar de Colon now a museum.
Constructed for Columbus’ son and daughter-in-law, Diego and Maria of Toledo, this 16th century Moorish fortress overlooks the slow moving Ozama River. Spend an hour here and discover the museum displays rare antiques including the sepulchers of the then governor, Diego, and his wife.
On the outskirts, a visit to four caves with freshwater sinkholes called “Los Tres Ojos” concluded the sightseeing day trip.
Over the hills and far away
Swimsuits packed we arrived to Altos de Chavon, a Spanish-style village, part of the Casa de Campo luxury resort for photo-ops of the famous river and of the peculiar architecture that screams ancient Europe. Created in the seventies, visitors can walk to a chapel, fountain, restaurants, boutiques and an amphitheatre reminiscent of Roman times. Folk dancers regularly perform at the 7,000 seat open-air theatre that has hosted Frank Sinatra, Julio Iglesias and Alicia Keys.
Our next stop was Bayahibe, a small fishing village that sits at the entrance of the National Park Este. It’s here where we jumped into our speed boat and departed like James Bond, riding white-capped waves, bolting past Isla Catalina to arrive to the isle known as Adamanay by the Tainos Indians.
The Tainos have left pictographs one can view in the protected park but on this journey it was all about sun, sand and surf. Isla Saona while void of these Taino remnants, the island flourishes in indigenous flora and fauna. Iguanas and the endangered solenodon are known to dart through the thick jungle as bottlenose dolphins dance in the surf.
Critter Watch
You can easily spend a half-day exploring the park which is packed with crocodiles, flamingos, parrots and other tropical species. Daily shows feature dolphins, Andalusian horses, tropical birds as well as Taino re-enactments. Visitors can swim with the dolphins, hold iguanas and test their nerve with a python photo-op.
“Hey let’s take your picture with the snake,” offers Claudio, the park manager. “No thanks,” I shrug satisfied with my assorted menagerie minglings I had earlier with a white cockatoo smoocher and leathery lizard I coddled. “It’ll only be a minute,” he reaffirmed. Caving-in I agree and as fast as a NY-minute the snake handler throws the butterscotch python around my shoulders. Gulp. I get my picture snapped and add the experience to my growing bar story collection.
photo: Stephen Smith
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