So this is the unforgettable Bavaro beach. It's beautiful and pristine, as you can see. Employees even pick up loose seaweed daily, so as not to defile your
experience of white sand and clear water. There are designated swimming areas, and the Caribbean changes color depending on the time of day and amount of
sunlight and wind.
Watersports along the beach include scuba, snorkeling,
swimming, windsurfing, sailing, parasailing, kayaking,
kitesurfing, and so forth.
There are boats leaving to
nearby reefs for snorkeling and scuba diving, and
there is a diving school with a platform as well. We
saw some helicopter rides too, but I'd rather not
start my chopper adventures in a place where safety
measures are seen as a threat to fun.
Or, if sports are
not for you, then there are a few open air markets
where you can bargain for necklaces, banana leaf
cigars and dead endangered species. Be sure to bring
American dollars.
The beach is secured by resort guards around the clock
(although the semi-automatic weapon at night was a
little unnecessary). The only threat is from solicitors
trying to sell all kinds of deals, and the IFA Ocean
Village animación (translation: really repetitive
entertainment), which consists mainly of latino dance
classes on the sand accompanied by a lot of yelling
into a microphone "Turista I love you!" This rules
out taking a nap, but you can always relocate to the
shore of another resort. As long as you look like a
turista, no one really cares where you go.