Live the same

Still going, though I probably won’t finish this story this year, haha. After visiting a restricted area, bribing our way in, and chilling on an island, we headed back. It was already getting dark. The plan was to disembark at the village of Bayahibe, hop on a party bus, and get the tourists back to their hotel.

We got to shore, and I quickly found our ride and tried to get everyone on board... but then, out of nowhere, they all needed to use the bathroom.

Bayahibe isn’t a very big place (although it looks bigger on the map than I remember it being, haha). There’s just one road leading into the village. There’s a large parking lot for tourist buses, lined with blue porta-potties (back then, there was no proper restroom yet, but they were building one). Beyond the bathrooms, the road runs along the beach and basically ends in a dead end. There’s also a cute green building with a veranda and a rocking chair.

All the other buses had left, it got dark, and my tourists had vanished...

Oh, right, an important detail for the story—I got the biggest tip of my life on the yacht, a whole $300! It got dark, the tourists disappeared, and our bus was the only one left in the parking lot. I asked our driver to help look for them, and luckily, he remembered seeing them when they put their stuff on the bus

First, I headed to the café—it’s a nice spot, and they serve alcohol, so it seemed like a logical place to check. But nope, they weren’t there. Then I walked along the beach and even down a little path that led into some mangroves

I decided to head back to the bus, and as I was walking, our driver came running toward me, shouting something. I couldn’t quite catch what he was saying, but he was clearly telling me to hurry up and come with him.

We didn’t have to go far. Just behind the public restrooms, there was this cute little green building with a veranda and a rocking chair the same one I mentioned yesterday. The driver told me they were in there

And yep, they were. In handcuffs