We spent a day exploring the town of Samaná. Actually, searching is a better term – we were searching Samaná: our mission was to find Bob this certain delicacy he has been talking about for the last three weeks: fried pork. Problem is, it’s not just any fried pork – you see, it’s fried pork rind – basically, fried fat. It is called chicharone. I know, I know, I’m thinking what you’re thinking – gross!! But apparently it is not disgusting- it is heaven, according to Bob. So, we are doing our best to find Bob his little slice of fat-and-calorie-rich heaven on the trash-strewn streets of Samaná.
An unsuccessfull chicharone search, but a fun day nonetheless.
The Grizz (Winnebago View - active duty)
1,800 miles and counting
The Hungry hippo (Popup camper - retired)
1,200 miles
The Gruffalo (Tow behind camper - retired):
12,000 miles and counting
The Baby Bison (Tow behind toy hauler - retired):
7000+ miles
Maine > New Mexico + adventures in between
The Great White Buffalo (5th wheel camper - retired):
3,000 miles
Free Range (Slocum 37 sailboat - resting; getting overhauled in Nova Scotia):
Traveled 2,400 nautical miles from Oriental, NC > Antigua (end of the road).