How to Choose a Mountain Guide

by Lauren on November 18, 2013

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I hopped on the back of the tiny motorcycle in Jarabacoa, a tropical yet rustic Dominican town at 1,736 feet above sea level. My driver was a soft-spoken man, who acted surprised when asked the night before if he’d bring me a helmet to wear.

He rested his backpack on top of the gas tank and between his arms. I tossed mine over my shoulders, wrapped my arms around this unfamiliar person, and we took off down a dusty road. It was 4:00am.

As far as I knew, I was the only woman in the Dominican Republic, awake at that hour, at that altitude, astride a motorcycle.

In darkness.

Had I made a smart decision? What if he kidnapped me? The wind chilled my face as I looked upwards; it was a spectacularly starry night. In that moment all fear disappeared.

“Yes, I am alone,” I thought. “And I’m going to climb the biggest mountain on this island.”

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