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Note: This thread is not new, this ride took place in May of 08. I just moved it here from the regional forums and fixed the spelling in the thread title. Enjoy. I have discovered that there are several photos with broken links and are missing so I fix this thread soon. That is why some of the captions don't make sense.
I left PDX (that's Portland Oregon for you non locals) on Saturday May 4th and flew down to Phoenix for a plane change. While in the Phoenix airport late in the evening I got hassled by TSA while wandering around stretching my legs.
While putting all my possessions back together I promptly lost my cell. #[email protected]&%*!!! I discovered it was missing about 1 minute before boarding for New York.
I ran into Ewan there in Phoenix. He was looking for his next adventure also.
He wasn't that talkative and was more interested in selling perfume. If it smells like motorcycles, smoke, dirt, etc. I will buy some and maybe even drink it.
From New York to Santiago I was one of 3 people on the plane that were not Dominican, The other 2 guys were Chinese and to hear their Spanish was really a car wreck.
Was greeted at the airport by the crew at Moto-Caribe and they took me for lunch before we had to pick up the next guest at the airport.
That airport is modern and fairly small. This is my advice:don't try to bring drugs into the country. Those guys will shoot you and that's if your lucky.
They don't feed you in Dominican prison!
Had a meet and greet with the crew after Craig arrived from KC Missouri. Sat on the bikes and talked a little about the country and culture. Ed, Craig, Dave, Robert
Just part of the fleet of 12. "This is gonna be great".
Got checked into The Gran Jimenoa hotel. The nicest place in the area. This part of the country is mountainous and is called the Dominican alps.
The bar at the hotel gran Jimenoa
The karaoke bar across the Jimenoa river where we had our orientation and first riders meeting.
We went down down Jarabacoa to get a feel for the local flavor.
The best way to describe the Dominican Republic for me is full color, 3D, non stop, with the volume turned up to 11.
(Notice the speakers in the the trunk of the car. Playing loud Meringue music.)
I left PDX (that's Portland Oregon for you non locals) on Saturday May 4th and flew down to Phoenix for a plane change. While in the Phoenix airport late in the evening I got hassled by TSA while wandering around stretching my legs.
While putting all my possessions back together I promptly lost my cell. #[email protected]&%*!!! I discovered it was missing about 1 minute before boarding for New York.
I ran into Ewan there in Phoenix. He was looking for his next adventure also.
He wasn't that talkative and was more interested in selling perfume. If it smells like motorcycles, smoke, dirt, etc. I will buy some and maybe even drink it.

From New York to Santiago I was one of 3 people on the plane that were not Dominican, The other 2 guys were Chinese and to hear their Spanish was really a car wreck.
Was greeted at the airport by the crew at Moto-Caribe and they took me for lunch before we had to pick up the next guest at the airport.
That airport is modern and fairly small. This is my advice:don't try to bring drugs into the country. Those guys will shoot you and that's if your lucky.
They don't feed you in Dominican prison!

Had a meet and greet with the crew after Craig arrived from KC Missouri. Sat on the bikes and talked a little about the country and culture. Ed, Craig, Dave, Robert

Just part of the fleet of 12. "This is gonna be great".
Got checked into The Gran Jimenoa hotel. The nicest place in the area. This part of the country is mountainous and is called the Dominican alps.

The bar at the hotel gran Jimenoa
The karaoke bar across the Jimenoa river where we had our orientation and first riders meeting.

We went down down Jarabacoa to get a feel for the local flavor.
The best way to describe the Dominican Republic for me is full color, 3D, non stop, with the volume turned up to 11.
(Notice the speakers in the the trunk of the car. Playing loud Meringue music.)