I was really looking forward to this excursion, and it was great to travel around the country and get to see some of the real life of the Dominican Republic - the homes, schools, and markets, along with some horse riding and a beautiful beach. Typically on holiday we like to travel around, so this was all good.
Even in light of those positive points however, this excursion was enough to strip me of the will to live.
The issue was simply one thing - our guide Leo. All was well for the first couple of hours, Leo had to shout over the noise of the open topped lorry we were in, but had plenty of knowledge to impart about the country as we traveled through it. The difficulty came later when he ran out of things to say, and just started bellowing utter crap at the top of his lungs. Talking to one person two feet away, talking in a silent room at the cigar factory, it made no difference, he would shout as loud as he could the most infantile crap again and again. The same lines got no better with repetition.
The last three hours were pure hell. By this stage only one person on the bus was prepared to talk to Leo, but his volume was still firmly set to eleven. We'd been told that speed bumps were called sleeping policemen about fifteen times, and then finally after ten long long hours we got back to the hotel and everyone bolted for the door to find some blessed silence.
Now I completely understand if you're thinking that I'm probably over doing this a bit, you do get all sorts of delicate souls posting reviews online. I would just like to point out two things - my wife is a nanny and pretty well accustomed to shouting & noise, and she literally had a nightmare about Leo that night.
Make of that what you will. To be fair the cameraman Jeff was a lovely guy, and if you got him instead you'd be fine. But if I were you I wouldn't hand over any money until you made damn sure that Leo wasn't on the bus.