Dominican Republic? Sounds like hotels with giant slide. On the Samaná peninsula, however, it is still caribbean left.
[g] That's all: Palms, fishing boats and the sea When we land in the provincial capital Samaná, it is pitch-dark. The bus that brings us to the hotel, so winds over the only main road that leads across the peninsula, that I am bad. I try to concentrate on the outside and above all, jungle. In between, as in a bizarre video clip, colorful huts, bright neon lights in barren rooms, people with beer bottles sitting on stools on the street, playing children, stray dogs and drying laundry. So that's the “DomRep”, as you say in the package holiday talk … I'm amazed. After sunrise but I'm pretty flashed by what I see: a sheer number of palm trees line a white sandy beach, at the height of our hotel are lined up beach chairs, the rest is public and therefore still completely empty and untouched. During my morning walk, I discover a colorfully painted wooden sidewalk beach bar and another small beach bearing the adorable name of “La Playita”. No other hotel in the world – just palm trees, colorful fishing boats and the sea.
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Las Galeras does not even have footpaths, let alone souvenir shops, but there are two, three restaurants, an ATM, a boutique and a few freaks. For example, Lea from Bulgaria, a small, wiry woman with bright red hair who has been 19 lives here for years. She rents out a side street, which – seriously – is called Calle Jimi Hendrix, which somehow fits Lea, an apartment and has a bar in the front of the garden. This is actually for their guests, but so nice that there are also a few passers-by here get stuck – like Christian, the photographer, and me. Or Olympia, Lea's neighbor, a French travel blogger.
You have to take time to get involved in the island They are (*) emigrated years ago, looking for a simpler, alternative life. The way to them is steep and with a normal rental car a little adventure. But when you've made it, you'll be amazed: We're sitting in Armelle's and Christian's wood lodge, surrounded by a tropical garden, looking out over the treetops to the water. 
Honestly? I did not think that in the “DomRep” so unconventional, almost hippieske people and places. However, this only happens if you spend some time on the island, out of the large, comfortable hotel complex, where most travelers check in, and get involved. Then you will also find the “Villa Serena”, which is tucked away in the back street of Leas Bar. Here we spend our third night. White colonial style, a beautiful garden that stretches to the sea, pool with loungers around it, a restaurant and a bartender who mixes us a perfect “Frozen Daiquiri” to Sunset, while the palms roar in the evening breeze: More Caribbean is not!
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coconut juice? Tastes so middle-but is totally Caribbean! Freshwater river, the mangrove-fringed Cano frío, in a small lake, and here the locals meet for bathing, barbecuing and hanging out at the weekend. We buy from a beach vendor in the complete fake gucci outfit the obligatory coconut, which is stylishly opened in front of our eyes, and suck with a straw the sweet lukewarm juice out. Tastes so middle, but is totally Caribbean. 4294967295 What else we do, then we also do: let us row with a boat in the mangroves. And here one becomes aware of the power with which the plants grow in this humid, warm climate. “Urgewalt” is the word that comes to my mind when looking at the huge, tangled trunks and the lianas hanging from the trees into the water. That's what jungle looks like. The disadvantage of this glorious splendor: It is raining now and then. Sometimes stronger. But one thing is for sure: the rain is always warm. 43323740314
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Unfortunately it gets wet when we meet Frank Bataillard one of the next days. Frank is 20, ex-accountant from French-speaking Switzerland and today one of Life artists who have reinvented themselves here. He is called “Suizo loco”, crazy Swiss.
Frank takes tourists to the locals, the locals, about Morena, his neighbor. With us he buys once in the market of the provincial capital, which is called the peninsula, and then brings us to El Limón, where the 65 – year old lives with her family. Frank and Morena prepare lunch, a typical stew called Sancocho, and we get an idea of how it goes beyond air conditioning and seaview rooms. By the way, both sides benefit: Morena and her family earn a little money, travelers like Christian and I get really close.
2562383102 The kitchen is outside under a roof, surrounded by a garden in which she also grows herbs and flowers. A few chickens roam free. The everyday life here is not quite as romantic as it may seem at first glance. The rain reinforces this impression – on the narrow paths between the huts you sink in the mud. Most locals in Samaná live from hand to mouth. They have enough not to starve, but beyond that, they can afford little. Who has an old moped, is already fine. TV or fridge? Pure luxury! That's exactly what this simple, honest life is like. This Immediate Being and this freedom beyond the pressure of performance and the pacing of our world. On the other hand, I notice once again how German I am. From El Limón we head northwest to Las Terrenas. We met people on the way, who swear by this place, and are very excited. Until a few years ago, Las Terrenas was still a quiet fishing village, now one hotel complex stretches to the next. In contrast to Las Galeras a small culture shock. But the hotels are still relatively temperate, none is higher than three floors, and all are directly across from the palm fringed beach. 53589975 3285377520 1518500249
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