When they started to fit us with helmets and life jackets we realized we weren’t just viewing some Dominican Republican waterfalls.
|Look at all the life jackets - hmmmmmmm|
|My butt has gone to sleep|
Off we went – 15 of us in a 12-passenger van that was really designed for 8. Before we left town the driver had his head out the window, wincing along with the rest of us as we went over the topes (bumps.) We stopped at the local garage/blacksmith and filled up the tire. Then – off we went – got to know each other very well – but wait… we have to stop at Handy Andy’s house to get the cooler. Now where is that going to go? Behind the driver, under Harry’s (from Vagabond) feet. So, off we went – but hold on. We have to stop for beer and rum. That goes in the cooler so no one else had to lift their feet.
Anyone who has driven in Mexico or China knows what it is like to career crazily down the road with chickens, goats, motorcycles, children running to school and burros carrying their burdens. The morning beer gave us something else on which to concentrate.
When we weren’t shrieking with terror, we were able to enjoy the scenery – like running into a stampede of local cattle meeting us head on. The mountain-side is really lush – reminded us of the hills in Maui. Lots of ranching, sugar cane, mahogany plantings and mixed farming.
After an hour, we arrived at the waterfalls – where we learned that our $30 did not include admission to the park. Papo must have forgotten to tell us. So we could do 27 waterfalls for 500 pesos, 12 waterfalls for 280 pesos or 7 waterfalls for 180 pesos. The cruising community opted for 7 waterfalls.
|So off we go...|
|We are walking up the waterfall?|
|Here goes Pam|
|Resting between terrors|
This went on for an eternity… or maybe an hour. We finally got to a place that really was impassable and our guide, Gusto said, “Alright – lets go.” We turned around and flew back down the smooth rocks – one cataratas after another. The second last was the biggest – maybe 15 feet. One of the cruisers was more enthusiastic than the rest and let out a blood-curdling scream as she went over. That would be Pam.
After our trek back we gorged at the buffet of bread, salad, rice, spaghetti, chicken, mystery meat and frijoles. Washed down with ice cold white rum (very good!) and muchos cervesas. Delicioso.
Our guide was able to take plenty of video with our camera. We will try to stitch it together into a You-Tube video