Now Samana is one of the most inter-cultural of towns in this part of the DR. With several large hotels, served by cruise-ships and with it’s own ex-pat community, it is well used to seeing gringos. But even so we were surprised to find a french restuarant (complete with Eiffel tower statue – albeit one being ravaged by a whale) – and even more so a french restuarant serving excellent pizzas. Replete and exhausted we headed back to our hotel for an early night. Lights out for the kids at 8pm. 8.15 for the adults (though with fractious sleep until the hubub from outside died down around 1am).
Our other dining-out experience – at Chinos on Sunday night – was an experience at the other end of the spectrum. Al has written about this in another blog – and yes, she really was pinned to the ground by the 12-stone Chinese manager and really does have the bruises to prove it.