To sum it all up, I live in a mix of Jurassic Park, The Land Before Time and the farm. It´s so beautiful here, so simple, so organic, so humble. I can´t describe it; you´ll just have to look at the pictures. We rode around all the different barrios here, ate dulce de leche (which is like cheesecake in a bar), tried some famous drink that they only make here (which I doubt you could get anyone to buy elsewhere, cause it was rather gross) and then headed for Pedro Sanchez.
Pedro Sanchez is a small rural town outside of El Seibo surrounded by hills (like California hills, not tiny Texas ones- not everything is bigger in TX). Along the way, we stopped at just about every new type of fruit tree so that Nouel could show me and pick some for me to eat. I ate tomato, mango and something called tamarindo, which I have no idea what it is. It looks like a pea and tastes like a sour prune. Go figure. We rode up the mountain to the top, where I took some incredible pictures. From the top, you can see the ocean and a town called Miches that´s right on the beach. The view was incredible, however it was cloudy so the pictures really can´t do it justice.
Pedro Sanchez is a small rural town outside of El Seibo surrounded by hills (like California hills, not tiny Texas ones- not everything is bigger in TX). Along the way, we stopped at just about every new type of fruit tree so that Nouel could show me and pick some for me to eat. I ate tomato, mango and something called tamarindo, which I have no idea what it is. It looks like a pea and tastes like a sour prune. Go figure. We rode up the mountain to the top, where I took some incredible pictures. From the top, you can see the ocean and a town called Miches that´s right on the beach. The view was incredible, however it was cloudy so the pictures really can´t do it justice.
Note: They make the fences here with branches, which then begin to grow, so the hillside is covered with lines of trees which are actually fences. Sooo pretty.
The whole ride was about 3 hours. Three hours on a motorbike, which I really think should be a called a mechanical horse here, cause you feel so sore afterwards. =) When I got home, I was covered in sticky fruit juice which had become a kind of brown paste after mixing with the rain and the dust that had surrounded us each time we passed a car. My hair was all knotted, my face was a new color brown, and I couldn´t stop smiling. God is so good.
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