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Road to Nowhere

The road was unusual for two things : one is that it was in very good shape - nice pavement - something you don't see much in the DR. The other is that there was no traffic, no cars or motorcycles or trucks zooming past with toxic exhaust and bad manners. Just a lonely lost cow, a saint of circumstance.

Ancient City Gate

Well, it's not really an ancient city gate - it is the road leading to a large resort complex on the coast. I had heard that it had fallen on hard times, so I walked out to see for myself.

Farewell to Luperon

Time to move on. I am rested and ready for new horizons once again. I've fixed the engine cooling system and starter, the wind generator and electrical charging system, the autopilot, the bilge pump and a few other things. And I've slept many many happy hours, without pitching or rolling or worrying.

There's a long stretch of coastline ahead of me before I jump into the dreaded Mona Passage for the crossing to Puerto Rico. I may stop and do some exploring or I may just blast along. I feel somewhat guilty to not have really seen this country, but I need to get somewhere I can find work as an American, and that means Puerto Rico or the US Virgin Islands.

Art Wall

A great day and a good counterpoint to Luperon, which is not such a happening place aside from all the cruisers and expats. Santiago was a taste of what I'm sure lies over many of these mountains, if I had the time to really explore. Alas, eastern isles beckon.


Ben and Pamela with a nice score - a bag of fresh mangos for about a buck.


As for me, I found a hairbrush, which was bliss after months of sand and salt in the scalp.

Monkey Heaven

George found his bounty too, and it was all I could do to get him to out of there.

Local Fruit

Jerry struck a hard deal with the local fruit vendors, and we took back some real bounty.


Papo promised a giant monument, and for some reason we took him to mean that it would be a chicken. But it was actually a tall monolith with a statue, commemorating the restoraccion, which I take to mean the restoration of the country. There were a lot of statues, but the elevator to the top was broken. Great views of the city and surrounding mountains though.


Can you imagine trying to sort out this mess when the power goes out ?

Mighty Trucks

Everywhere are trucks loaded with the bounty of the land. Overloaded, actually. They blast along on the roads and you'd better watch out, because they don't know the meaning of the word YIELD.


The Dominican Republic is a very green country, and the lush vegetation on the mountains is a welcome sight after the relatively flat and barren lands I've been through the last four months. Agriculture is the biggest business here.

Roadtrip to Santiago

I met some awesome folks here in Luperon, and we took a road trip to Santiago. Ben and Pamela and Pam's father Jerry are all from Minnesota, here on a nice Hans Christian. Super interesting folks, and they were nice enough to invite me along on their little sojourn. We hired Papo, a local who has a nice car and speaks quite excellent English. Here we are in Santiago.

Escuela de Vela

There is a local sailing school for island kids. I helped out for a day, launching the boats, towing them out to open water and watching to make sure they didn't end up in the mangroves, or sailing for Florida. It was the usual chaos of herding cats - and totally fun. Probably one of the only really positive things going on for kids on the island. I've been told the regular schools are a joke, meeting for only an hour or two a day, when they have class at all. But everywhere I've ever seen them, those little bathtub boats (Optimists) bring smiles and opportunity to young mariners.


Everywhere I've been, in Bahamas, Turks & Caicos, and now here in the DR, there are unfinished construction projects. Lots of them. From hotels and resorts and marinas down to shops and homes and shacks, there is no shortage of foundations and block walls. I'm not sure if they all got shut down after the 2008 financial crisis, or if starts are common, and completions rare.


This is the wall of the school. Most places have barbed wire and steel bars over the windows. Concrete block is the building material of choice. Lots of litter. Dogs roaming the streets, piles of garbage in vacant lots. Sad, because the country is so pretty in its natural form. I lock the boat every day.

General Luperon

Like all Latin American countries, they are very proud of past military accomplishments here in the Dominican Republic. This statue stands proudly in the town square (which is actually a triangle).

Steve's Daughters

The help at Steve's is pretty good too, and bilingual as a bonus. The younger is Coral and she is 3. The older is Stephanie and she is 6, and kicked my butt playing billiards. I wish I could have gotten a picture of them in the kitchen, peeling potatoes.

Steve's Place

Lots of options for cheap food and internet, but I like Steve's Place the best. He was a cruiser years ago, who landed here, met a local girl and never looked back. For $ 3 you can have a nice meal. Smoothies made by his wife Annie are $ 1.40. It's shady and set up and back from the street, which is noisy and dusty. And they have a nice clean pool in back, which you can use free. Super nice folks.

Two Bucks a Day

The harbor here is very tranquil. Lots of boats, some occupied and some left for the summer. The harbor guys even come out to your boat to see if you need anything. Easy to see why some boaters never leave. $ 2 a day for a mooring ball, instead of the $ 20 I had to pay in Turks and Caicos just to tie up the dinghy for a few hours. I thought it was funny that the daily rate was $ 2, or the weekly rate $ 15. I pay by the day :)

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