Samaná is the smaller peninsula, further north
However, I will comment on one part of the trip. We were on our way back to Santiago and had stopped at the top of a tall hill/small mountain to take some photos. I got out of the bus. I took some photos. I put my camera on a fence. …and then I got back into the bus.
After about 2 minutes of driving, I realized that I didn’t have my camera with me and stood up and yelled for the driver to stop the bus (…in slightly more words).
My friend Meghan and I, before my camera was left. Obviously.
Unfortunately, we had been driving through MAJORLY steep, narrow, windy roads in a less-than-mint-condition guagua. Physically turning the bus around right there really wasn’t an option. So… one of the ISA directors, Jonathan, hopped out of the bus and started to run up the hill. And I just couldn’t let him run up on his own- it was my own fault that I left my camera there. So I started to run too.
This hill was steep, by the way. Like, REALLY.
So we were running… with our pace definitelyyy slowing down after the first few minutes… when a guy on a motorcycle came up to Jonathan and they talked for a minute. He then came over to me and told me to hop on the motorbike. So I did.
And I had never been on a moto before! Here, or in the states! It was pretty cool. /terrifying. Like I said, we were on narrow windy steep crazy hills. But the guy gave me his helmet and didn’t seem to get too annoyed when I kept screaming things like WHOAAAAA MAS LENTO, POR FAVOR, etc.
We got to the top of the hill, I got my camera, and we headed back down. A few other students got out of the bus and took photos of me coming down the hill, but I don’t think that any of them are on Facebook yet. Once they are, though, I’ll post them here.
Nowww I'm off to a Thanksgiving lunch with ISA Santiago! Have a great day everyone!
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