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ON a normal day you'd expect about 80 flights to roar over the Puntacana Hotel on final approach to the resort's airport.
But the skies above the Dominican Republic were empty, with aircraft from Europe grounded by the volcanic ash. So I paced the beach like Robinson Crusoe, trying to figure out a way to escape.See the full content of this document
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A Taste of the Caribbeean
The watersports centre was a possibility.
Pedalos looked hard work but we could have stolen a seacat, caught the tradewinds and sailed to Miami. My Man Friday on the next sunlounger was more philosophical about a few days' delay."If we have to be marooned, there are worse places to be stuck than a...See the full content of this document
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