We had heard about the 27 waterfalls from the locals, and that it was a must-see while in the Dominican Republic, so we all decided that…well, we must go and see it. We rented motorcycles from Papo at 500 pesos a day (about $10) and set out early so that we could have a leisurely ride through the countryside. The motorcycle ride was a major highlight of the trip and we really got to see how the locals get around as this is the predominant mode of transportation here. I can't exactly say that it was safe, riding here is a bit of a free for all (*see note below about this). Trucks and cars aren't hesitant about tailgating 5 feet behind you, and since there doesn't seem to be any road rules, it was one of those survive the moment situations. A bit scary but still so much fun!
Since the waterfalls are a major attraction (rated on TripAdvisor as one the top ten things to do in the DR), you can imagine that this is a bit of a tourist trap. When you first arrive, you are given the option to do the first 7 waterfalls, the first 12, or all 27. It is done with a guide along with mandatory helmets and lifejackets. Little did I know, at the time, that I had gotten major food poisoning the day before. I was suffering from some mild symptoms earlier in the morning, but I had written it off, and so, foolishly I opted to do all 27 since we had come so far (plus, I was pretty excited about jumping off some waterfalls). Little did I know what I was getting myself into. For the first hour, we were pretty much just hiking up the mountain. I had no idea that we'd be hiking for so long, and my body was not happy with me. Since we didn't know that we'd be hiking for so long, none of us thought to bring water. About 20 minutes in, my symptoms were really starting to kick in and I was fighting off cold sweats and bouts of nausea, wondering if I would make it up the mountain without vomiting or shitting myself in my teeny bikini. Luckily I had taken Immodium earlier in the day, and so I was spared the embarrassment of the latter, but I simply could not enjoy the beauty of the hike up. After what seemed an eternity, we finally got to the top, where at that point I felt I had conquered Everest and looked to my guide as if he were my own personal sherpa. Admittedly, I was harboring a bit of unwarranted contempt for him as he did not slow down AT ALL during the hike, and was completely unaware of my woes. I wasn't exactly about to communicate to him in my broken Spanish "food poisoning," nor was I going to attempt to gesticulate "major diarrhea" and "want to die," and so I silently suffered with Frank and Lindsay being the only sympathetic ones waiting up for me during the hike.
By the time we had reached the top, I was so drenched in sweat that I could not wait to get in the water. Jumping off the first waterfall was like heaven on earth. As soon as the cold water hit my body, I felt exponentially better. My nausea went away and I was able to ignore my upset stomach. It was an awesome time back down the mountain, and we had a blast sliding and jumping each of the falls. It took about another hour or so, and let me tell you, it was so beautiful and well worth the trip. I don't know if it was pure mental willpower preventing me from really being sick during the excursion, or if it was the effects of the Immodium, or simply adrenaline, but by time I got home that afternoon I had a full fledged fever along with muscle aches. I could hardly muster the energy to go to the bathroom every hour for the next 24 hours. At one point I was convinced I had the Zika virus, and luckily that was not the case and I was back to normal within 2 days. I had no idea what got me so sick, but I felt very fortunate that I was able to hold off for long enough that day to enjoy another little treasure of the Dominican Republic.
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| Photo courtesy of Lindsay @sailboatfurminger.com |
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| Photo courtesy of Lindsay @sailboatfurminger.com |
*A word of caution though if you do decide to rent motorcycles here (or even a taxi for that matter) there really are not any rules at all.. Stop lights as far as I can tell are only there to determine who is the bravest. The only helmets I've seen were the ones they gave us for jumping off of the waterfalls . Passing two trucks at a time on a blind curve while going as fast as you possibly can is the norm. I'm still trying to figure out if the streets in town are ment to be one way or not. On top of that there are huge potholes, random herds of cattle, stray dogs, children, horses, chicken, broken down cars, etc all in the road so it can be a bit exciting at times.
PS-Sorry if this post was tainted with my lovely descriptions of my food poisoning, but I really wanted to illustrate just how much I enjoyed the waterfalls even though I was so sick.
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