Flea Market We walked into the Colonial Centre to look for a flea market which we had read about on the internet. We found the Plaza with few problems but as has been the case so often on our travels the market we were after was nowhere to be seen, we're not sure if it is gone completely or just there during tourist season. The Plaza itself was very pretty though and flanked on one side by a very old looking building which I presume dates from the original Sp...

The rum last night meant we hadn't gone out dancing and so were fresh and ready for our lesson this morning and after eating breakfast we headed into town for 11 o'clock. When we got there however Carla said she was very sorry but the teacher wouldn't be able to get over until this afternoon as his little boy wasn't well, so we re-arranged for 4pm and left a little disheartened, not sure what to do with ourselves for the next 5 hours. We stopped by the little emp...

After our breakfast we decided that since the veg men only seemed to be about during the mornings we would go and look for one immediately. Of course since we were actually looking for one there were none about and we spent a good hour or so wandering the streets around our apartment with no success. During our walk we also went down to the shore to see if there was a beach where we could sunbathe and swim. What we found however was that since this area is next t...

We woke around 10 after a rather hot night, it doesn't drop below 25 degrees here, and got up for some breakfast before practising some dancing. We had decided to go over all the lessons we had done at various congresses and along the way so as not to forget anything and so the next 2 hours were spent revisiting the lessons we had done in Alaska covering salsa, bachata and some shines. Hot and sweaty when we finished we had a quick, refreshing shower, sometimes t...

Check in was no problem for our flight this morning and we even managed to skip the gigantic queue of people since we weren't going to America. We spent a couple of hours pottering around the airport shops until our flight boarded at just after 10am. The plane we were to take ended up being a rather small and old looking twin turboprop which conveyed us safely if very noisily to Punta Cana airport, oddly the busiest in the Dominican Republic despite not being in ...