Since the shower in our shed still only drips water, and even that trickle is cold, we currently go day three without showering. The body is covered with Caribbean salt, and there is probably no place where sand can't be found. At the same time, this situation is getting a little annoying, so we start to consider possible alternatives. Plan B goes into action and we inform our shed owner that we will be leaving her residence a day earlier than planned. I'll book us a hotel room in La Romana, where we should have gone anyway to catch the bus to Punta Cana later. We do a thorough research first, to make sure that the shower is available and we don't step on the same rake again.
This morning, for a change, they tried to offer us regular fried eggs instead of scrambled eggs, but Scott, who does not eat separate egg whites and yolks was having none of it and still asked for them to serve them scrambled.
After breakfast, four more Estonians arrived on the island (we had met them the day before yesterday at the Bayahibe cafe), and considering that the whole island currently accommodates about 40 tourists, the percentage of Estonians is remarkably high.
We consider the options of going to different beaches, but in the end we just stay in the hammocks reading books.
Neighbors smoke a lot, and since the walls here are paper-thin and there's a gap between the wall and the ceiling, our bathroom smells like underground bars back in the days.
We had a couple of lame empanadas for lunch, and for dinner we went to Paradise Restaurant again. Did I mention that there is no menu at the joint and if you want to know what they have on offer you have to ask them to read the options to you very slowly? We can understand about half of what they say, and the other half will always be a surprise. Like Forrest Gump once said - Paradise Restaurant is like a box of chocolate, you never know what flavor you're going to get. This time we got brown rice made with pieces of sausage, macaroni salad, tomato and cucumber, me fish and Scott chicken. Although, for the sake of truth, it should be said that the "chicken" was not mentioned even once when placing the order. Macaroni salad became Scott's new favorite and we even asked for more.
On Friday night, one of the booths played music, and two local guys were busy playing dominoe there.
This morning, for a change, they tried to offer us regular fried eggs instead of scrambled eggs, but Scott, who does not eat separate egg whites and yolks was having none of it and still asked for them to serve them scrambled.
After breakfast, four more Estonians arrived on the island (we had met them the day before yesterday at the Bayahibe cafe), and considering that the whole island currently accommodates about 40 tourists, the percentage of Estonians is remarkably high.
We consider the options of going to different beaches, but in the end we just stay in the hammocks reading books.
Neighbors smoke a lot, and since the walls here are paper-thin and there's a gap between the wall and the ceiling, our bathroom smells like underground bars back in the days.
We had a couple of lame empanadas for lunch, and for dinner we went to Paradise Restaurant again. Did I mention that there is no menu at the joint and if you want to know what they have on offer you have to ask them to read the options to you very slowly? We can understand about half of what they say, and the other half will always be a surprise. Like Forrest Gump once said - Paradise Restaurant is like a box of chocolate, you never know what flavor you're going to get. This time we got brown rice made with pieces of sausage, macaroni salad, tomato and cucumber, me fish and Scott chicken. Although, for the sake of truth, it should be said that the "chicken" was not mentioned even once when placing the order. Macaroni salad became Scott's new favorite and we even asked for more.
On Friday night, one of the booths played music, and two local guys were busy playing dominoe there.
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