This trip served as a winter getaway (although it has been the warmest one ever) and far from a culture trip. But I am excited to share the photos regardless!
The image atop is Sosua Bay Resort (or Brothel) during my first morning. Looking back now, it was not that bad.
Buddies Mike and Justin purchasing some El Presidente, the Bud Light of the Dominican Republic with our trusty cab driver, whose services we employed once again during departure.
Island and surf scene whose beauty was done an injustice due to my deficiencies at photography.
Spanish fort in Puerto Plata - these can be found in former colonies scattered throughout the world, including Intramuros in my native Philippines.
Gringos, chinito y taxi driver before what we perceived to be a nearly fatal cableride to the top of the mountain. In the middle of the ride, the car stopped abruptly, causing it to swing and me finding myself on the floor, clutching to the bar, praying. The tourism workers tried to play it off and joked "merengue, merengue" (the dance).
Welcome sight at the top after a nearly fatal ride. Yes, a small version of Rio's Christ the Redeemer.
Jesus had our back and did not allow us to perish that way.
Spelunker Michael Johnson.
Puerto Plata from the top. The sights/views made the near accident worth it.
Day 4 and the water was not as calm as before.
Day of departure, squeezed in some beach time and almost didn't return from that either! Seeing the strongest waves we've ever seen, we ventured into the water and let the swells kick our ass, spinning us under water, throwing us onto shore and dragging us right back out. I ventured too close to these cliffs a few meters out and got stuck in a rip tide. Got beat up by waves, flailing underwater and thinking I did not want to go this way.. Luckily I resurfaced, caught breath and was knocked closer to shore by a strong wave, touched sand, moved towards shore with all my strength and survived. I laid on the sand exhausted, not knowing Justin was also stuck and had to maneuver out of the rip tide.
After another near miss, we stayed closer to shore. Look at how this wave engulfs 6'1" Justin.
Vintage resort shot, like it? And no, not filtered using Instagram!
However, the best photo award goes to Michael Johnson (@msjtoday). The saying goes, "You snooze, you lose." And snoozing was exactly what I was doing while Mike captured this twilight shot.