The Dominican Republic is an exciting destination for those who want to step outside of the traditional backpacker destination. Sweeping mountains vistas speckled with palm and fruit trees, and sprawling powder sand beaches and salsa music. But it is also a social desert for backpackers.
At one point I was reading a book in the main square of the town Jarabacoa, enjoying the people watching, sunshine, and mountains. A German girl appeared almost as though from nowhere, and asked in an almost desperate tone of voice if I spoke any English. She had several piercings, a buzzcut, and was wearing a black tanktop with calf high pants.
After a few moments of talking, she told me the profound statement of, “I want to travel alone as a backpacker, but I don’t want to be alone while I’m traveling”. Her statement was profound in that it applied so much to how lonely things could get in the Dominican, but also captured the reason of why the Dominican was such an interesting place to travel, because other than meeting a few locals here and there, you were completely alone. Every English speaking person was like an oasis in the desert, and made you appreciate everyone you met like a drink of water.
Over the course of 11 days, I traveled to different cities across the beautiful island, staying in places that ranged from elegant, with darkly stained doors that opened to balconies that overlooked the ocean, to quaint little hotel rooms with a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling on a string, and a highway of ants moving across the floor between the bed and bathroom. I guess some would call that the full experience. Over the
For the next few weeks, I will be posting different pictures and stories of the trip twice a week. Please comment or like one of the articles if it stirs you enough to say something, and I will be sure to reply!