From the island of Antigua we headed for the Dominican Republic. En route, we made an express visit to a number of islands.

The first one was Saint Kitts where we saw a toylike town with a clock tower on the main square.

A fountain in the style of that in the All-Russia Exhibition Center in Moscow.

The next stop was Santa Cruz, an island in the Caribbean, which is an American protectorate, a district of the U.S. Virgin Islands, and a possession of the United States of America.

AMERICAN PARADISE, as written on a sticker.

Entrance to the harbor is narrow and winding. The GLONASS system was precise as usual.

The GLONASS system operation was satisfactory in the GPS’ home country.

Once berthed, we found out that there was a take-off strip for hydroplanes nearby. At first, we got pretty much scared.

A pink and yellow town in the country style and Barbie girl style.

US tourists were feeding huge fish with chips near a coastal cafe.

During the passage to Puerto Rico, Lena was painting coconuts and fishing for barracuda.

We didn’t enter Puerto Rico proper, for this required US visa. Therefore, we stood on an atoll.

We studied the life of pelicans.

We thus reached the Dominican Republic and met Anya and Sasha, friends of ours. We were illegally staying for a week at an all inclusive hotel with them.

We had rest in this and that way.

Traveled around the Republic a lot.

Visited the Dominican upcountry.

And the Dominican savanna.

And the Dominican mountains.

We didn’t dare to try the local delicacy.

We reached Santo Domingo, the capital of the Dominican Republic.

We took a walk through the local Arbat.

Santo Domingo is a beautiful city, especially its old part. No wonder, as it’s a UNESCO world heritage site.