The Dominican Republic and Haiti share an island. The first one mentioned is politically stable, the second one is chaos. So we decided to visit the first one, Puerto Plata, officially known as San Felipe de Puerto Plata is a trading port and the third largest city in the Dominican Republic.

It is hot and humid, 30 degrees Celsius and almost 90% humidity. We are drenching and Timo dreams of drinking coconut water out of a coconut. With a straw. But I recommend doing this not at the local market place, but at the tourist area near the port. because the market is filthy (a little girl picking lice out of her moms hair while selling fruit), smelly (all those butcher stalls wave a cloud of under refrigerated meats at us) and dirty (lots of garbage piles everywhere that makes me regret wearing open toe sandals very quickly). People here are poor, the drive mopeds, whole families and their daily shopping on one 50 ccm Honda, the little kids sandwiched between the parents. The local people are all friendly, never too pushy and the police regulates the traffic, always stopping the moped invasion when people want to cross the streets. One observation is that we did not see any beggars or even homeless people, despite being so poor. The little they have they share. The social scissors are very narrow, meaning that the difference between the poorest and the richest people is not very big. The poorest people have just the bare minimum, but it is enough to keep them off the streets.

The big church in town is basic with beautiful stained glass windows.


Puerto Plata is known for two streets. One is the pink street, which is as the name suggests, pink. The street itself, the buildings, the decorations, everything is pink!


And the other famous street is the umbrella street, which is self explanatory.

And of course there are lots of tourist. Unfortunately the Royal Caribbean Cruise ship is in port with us, that means an extra 5k people swarming the town. But I shouldn’t complain, the Royal Caribbean’s might have the same thought about us: darn, those Norwegians are everywhere!
After a few hours of floating around town, we decided to walk back to the ship and relax. Timo gets his coconut, Ted gets his nap and everybody is happy!







