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Laguna Dudu

ziplining into the blue lagoon

sunny 30 °C

All of the amazing people who had been staying long term at the castle, and those ones who had not stayed so long yet had made a huge impact on my life, were readying themselves to leave for their countries again. One of the things a lot of us really wanted to do was head off to the Laguna Dudu – or the blue lagoon. We had heard a lot about the place as a hot spot for diving, cliff jumping, and exploring caves. We hired a car and off we drove, me driving at first to the overstuffed cars dismay – I had not driven in nearly a year and was now driving on the other side of the road! But thanks to the love and support of my amazing new friend Suleima, I managed to drive for at least 45 minutes without a single bump or hiccup. I was just the slowest driver on the road who seemed to be too far left and too far right all at once!

When we finally arrived at the lagoon after asking for directions and still driving right past the entrance, I cracked up at the painted ticket booth:

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No guns, No weapons, and no shisha… Of course those are the three most important things to never enter!
The lagoon itself was a lot bigger than I had imagined and the water was a really deep but transparent blue. Not the Caribbean blue I had expected either.
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I was scared by the giant zipline that lead across the lagoon as it meant holding on for at least 10 seconds before dropping down into the fresh cool water at least 9 metres below. I was only scared because of my lack of faith in my own body strength, it had nothing at all to do with the drop itself.
So instead, I threw myself off the huge cliff and straight down into the water to cheer on the others who were using the zipline.
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Finally, I knew I had to do the zipline or I would be letting down my entire country, my best friends at home, and the amazing people I was with who were daring and triple daring me and who believed I was not too heavy that my arms couldn’t carry my weight for 30 seconds. So up I went and I got ready to fly… and then I chickened out.
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Then I convinced myself I could do it… and then I chickened out…
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I must have done this a good 10 or 15 times, with my friends all screaming support from below and the Dominicans at the top cheering me on also. Finally, from that secret spot deep inside my stomach where I know I can always reach to for the confidence to literally do anything, I got the courage and I knew it was for real this time…
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And wow, it was amazing! I flew right over the lagoon and found my arms had no trouble at all carrying me right across to the safe drop zone where it was time to let go.
It took me a little while to surface as the drop was quite high, but when I did everyone cheered and I was screaming with excitement. And in true Katy style, once was simply not enough and so off I went to join the others as we flew and dropped over and over again and again and again.
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We swam in the water and tried to dive right down to see what was at the bottom. Apparently there are diving opportunities so we wanted to see what was down there...
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After our ears were aching from the change in pressure, and our bodies were shaking from the change in temperatures, we went off to explore the rest of the park. We found emus and turkeys and then the caves with the Caribbean Blue water I have grown to love with my whole heart and soul.90_46542240C926A165788B91421DE8CB2F.jpg
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We left the park with bodies waning in energy as the adrenalin was wearing off, so we headed to Playa Grande for dinner. The beach itself was super lovely – typically Caribbean with its blue water and white sand. The rainbow beach hut style restaurants called out to us, and we sat on the sand and picked our fresh fish from a giant platter.
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It really was the perfect end to the perfect day, before we returned home for a perfect night of dancing bachata until the wee hours of the morning.
Bliss!

Posted by chasingsummer 12:35 Archived in Dominican Republic

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