The Isle of Capri

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When reading the tabloids, it is always fun to read about the awesome places that celebrities dock their yachts while on vacation!

While I would just love to have a small sailboat to dock in these locations, even for a day, I thought it would be fun to head out to one of those islands and see where those multi-million dollar yachts are anchored. Capri, located in the Tyrrhenian Sea has been a resort since the time of the Roman Republic and is a place where celebrity spotting becomes sport, especially in the square in the evenings as they leave their expensive floating homes for some ground time.

The ferry to Capri was located just down the block from our hotel and easy to get to, so we decided to make that one of our day’s destinations. Purchasing our tickets quickly, we were on the next departing ferry and forty-five minutes later pulling into Capri’s Marina Grande.

Our first views of Capri’s harbor were stunning! It would have been tempting to just take a seat along the waterfront to take in the scenery but we were on a mission and there was a lot to see before catching our departing ferry that evening.

One of the main attractions that we wanted to mark off of our list was the Blue Grotto (Grotto Azzurra), a cave-like cavity within the islands rocky parapets. Once inside the grotto, the sunlight entering the opening beneath the inlet passage give an intense azur color to the water. Spotting the ticket booth for the Blue Grotto boat tours, I knew that there were two ways to visit this primary attraction; bus and boat. Since the boats were departing here, it seemed like the logical choice to take the boat and after the boarding was complete, we headed out of the harbor and along the island’s northern coast.

The fifteen minute ride offered up beautiful views of the villas that top the high rocky cliffs that make up much of the island’s coastline. Finally spotting a cluster of boats, we realized that we had arrived at the Blue Grotto. Jockeying for position, we began to analyze the situation…there were a lot of boats, with a lot of people…waiting to board a small number of rowboats to gain entry into the cave.

Every time our captain moved our boat, we somehow thought we might be closer to our time to board one of the rowboats. Spying the buses dropping visitors at the top of the cliff and those visitors making their way down the wooden stairway, we began to notice that because of their proximity to the cave’s entrance and dedicated rowboats, their wait was quite short. Watching their quick movement and continually counting the boats around us, we realized that our stay here would be lengthy.

It was an extremely hot and sunny day and we had limited shade on our boat. We suddenly realized that although our boat ride to the Blue Grotto was cool and picturesque, maybe we should have taken the bus. After an hour and a half of tortuous waiting, the rowboats finally began to approach our boat. Deftly stepping into the tender, our boatman guided us over to the craft where the cave entrance admission was collected. After gathering our tickets, we headed toward the opening, our gondolier instructing us to lay down into the bottom of the boat. Pulling us through the tight opening with a guide rope, it took a few minutes for our eyes to adjust to the darkness all around us.

There were no fewer than ten other boats making their way around the small cave’s perimeter (25 meters wide and 60 meters long). As our boatman turned our craft towards the entrance, we gazed in awe at the fluorescent color of the water. An awesome sight! Our time was inside was short and before we knew it, we were laying down at the bottom of the boat to make our way outside, back to our waiting shuttle and to Marina Grande.

Checking our watches, we realized that much of our time on Capri had been devoted to that one activity. Grabbing a quick lunch, we then headed back to the ferry ticket booths. Thankfully, with the help of a kind ticket agent, we were able to switch our return tickets to Naples to ones leaving a couple of hours later…giving us some more precious time on the island.

Glad for our reprieve we decided not to waste any more time. Capri had so much more to see!

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Blue Grotto

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  • Hours: 0900-1700, daily. The grotto is closed to visitors during rough seas or high winds, and it’s always closed on December 25th and January 1st.
  • Admission: Shared boat service, 10€ plus cave entrance (cash only) paid prior to entering, 4€. Tip is expected from the boatmen. Children under the age of 6, cave entrance, free. Citizens of European Union under the age of 18, cave entrance, free. Citizens of European Union between the ages of 18 and 25, 50% reduction on cave entrance.
  • Getting There: Private boat (boat rentals located near Marina Grande. Shared boat service. Bus, from Anacapri, stop located 50 meters from Piazza Vittoria. On foot from Anacapri, follow Viale T. de Tommaso, Via Pagliaro and Via Grotta Azzurra (3.5 km).


Broke-Down Buggies

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As I get older and realize how much there is in the world to see, laying around on vacation, just doesn’t do it for me anymore.

Recently, I read an article written by a journalist who was sent to enjoy an all-inclusive resort.  Having traveled all over the world, the writer was apprehensive about having nothing to do but eat, drink and work on his tan.  In the end, he learned that his body needed to unwind and he loved the laziness of his days.

I wish that I could say that I reveled in laziness and walked away from my most recent trip to an all-inclusive resort feeling relaxed and revitalized.  Truth is, I can’t sit still for that long…that’s just me.

I finished that book I had placed on the back burner and after losing thirty pounds, finally dared to wear a bikini and bronze up my stomach to match my legs.  My husband hadn’t been able to accompany us and my teenage sons really didn’t want mom hanging around while they were trying to impress the ladies.  What else was there to do?

Having spent a lot more money on two jacuzzi suites than I had planned, I originally told my boys that there wasn’t going to be any excursions away from the resort.

That vow lasted about two days.

Laying in my lounge chair, shaded by a broad blue umbrella, pina colada in hand, I perused the internet, attempting to find something that we could all enjoy that didn’t drain the last of my recent paycheck.

Dune buggies.

As we were driven from the airport to the resort, I had noticed a group of dune buggies crossing the road a few miles prior to our turnoff.

This could be fun.

Arriving at the departure point and signing the obligatory waivers, we were asked to step outside so that our buggies could be assigned.  I was told that we were waiting for another family, however, we could leave promptly if we paid extra for a private tour…only fifty dollars…per buggy (we had two).

“No thanks.”  We opted to wait.

Our wait was short lived and with the other participants’ arrival a few minutes later, we were strapping on helmets, buckling in, forming a single line and soaring down Dominican back roads.

One of the selling points of this tour was how muddy everyone was going to get…it was recommended that you not do the tour if you can’t give yourself to the idea of being covered in muck!  They went on to elaborate on how refreshing the cave swim would be after the spattered adventure.  I guess it hadn’t rained in a while, because the only mud puddles I saw were near the shower area at the starting point.  The real problem was the dust.  Bandannas or something to cover your nose and mouth was recommended (they even sell them if you forget), but what you really need are goggles.  As a contact lens wearer, I spent most of the ride squinting as I tried to keep the dust of my eyes or wiping the tears flowing down my cheeks from the pain of the dust abrading my cornea under my lenses.  Thankfully, I had relinquished all driving rights to my oldest son.

Driving along the country roads, through colorful villages, we passed grazing cows and children who gleefully ran along side our buggies.  The roads were bumpy and narrow and we traveled together in succession.  Finally, we pulled up next to a small hut and shut down our buggies.  Here, we were educated on the production of cacao, coffee, tobacco and Mamajuana (a Dominican aphrodisiac elixir) and were given a choice to sample the coffee or hot chocolate.  These products were available for sale as well as other Dominican handicrafts.

Once the presentation was complete, more driving ensued until we arrived at the part of the tour that promised a swim in a picturesque cave.  A large grouping of buildings hawking food and souvenirs lined either side of the stairs to the cave and many buggies were parked here.  By the different types of vehicles, it was quite evident that many different companies come to this location.

As we approached the stairway, we were taken aback by how many other people were trying to make their way to the cave.  Finally reaching the entry to the small body of water, we noticed that people were being instructed to jump into the cool water and immediately make their way to the guide rope leading to the water’s exit.

That’s it.

No languishing in the water.

No swimming.

No enjoyment.

Get in.  Get out.

Then, fight your way up the stairway and get ready to go.

Not really what was advertised.

I am guessing that they don’t make money while you are swimming…why swim when you can peruse the cheap souvenirs at Dominican Walmart or Dominican JCPenney?

Let’s just say, I’m glad I stayed out of the water and kept an eye on the boys’ belongings.  That was really not worth getting wet.

Back to the roads.  The longest stretch of our drive was before us, retracing our steps back to the road past the starting point.  It was now our turn to hold up traffic and cross the highway on our way to Macao Beach.  As disappointed as I was with the cave stop,  this picturesque location made up for it.  One of the last ‘resort free’ coastal stretches in Punta Cana, Macao Beach offers an idealistic shore with amber sands, coconut trees and beautiful, seaweed-free, blue water!  This time, I was getting wet!

Placing our belongings behind a log, we waded into the azure waters and attempted to enjoy the brief stretch of time allotted for this stop.  Hard to do…there were so many people on the beach, we had to keep a close eye on our end of the log so as no one attempted to walk away with our stuff.

Finally, noticing our guide’s summons, we reluctantly toweled off and jumped back into our buggies.  Crossing the highway once again, we made our way back to the companies headquarters.

Instead of immediately jumping into the safari-style truck which was to take us back to our resorts, we were herded to a small area in order to view pictures that were taken during our ordeal.  I had noticed someone taking photos a couple of times during our tour, yet, apparently, everyone else had “gotten the memo” about the photographer.  There were only a couple of shots of me and my boys, yet there were countless images of other families posed at the cave, the beach, holding parrots…where were the parrots?  I even heard another family negotiated the $50 price tag, yet, when I pointed out that we were only featured twice, never briefed on the photo opportunities and I would pay $20, I was rudely shut down.

Time to go.

While it was nice to be able to enjoy a different aspect of Punta Cana, there are many other companies which offer Buggy adventures.  Our dune buggies were in poor working order, seatbelts not connected, bald tires and buggies being hot-wired in order to start them.  While parked at the cave location, I was able to inspect other company’s vehicles and while in short supply, there were others in much better condition.  Still, while I was happy to venture out from our resort for a while, I would think twice about partaking in this type of adventure.

Take my advice.  Go ziplining, book a tour to Santo Domingo or take a cab to Macao Beach.

You will be much safer.

Next time, I while reading my book under my umbrella at my all-inclusive resort, I may have to remind myself about Buggies Extreme…only then might I truly appreciate laziness and relaxation!

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