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I think these girls have been taking bj lessons, because all the
girls were amazingly good at it. Want to be back there right now
in fact.
Having never been to Boca Chica, I decided to spend the last two nights of my week at that combination beach resort - open air whore house. Based on some advice I had seen on the net, I decided to stay at the Oasis hotel. Rooms there were $35 - $50 with no tax added. My first class flight from Chicago was relatively uneventful. I had carried on my baggage, so I breezed through immigration and customs and grabbed the first cab I saw to take me into town. The rate is still fixed by the government at $20 US. Just to make things easy, I think I'll just convert all amounts reported here into US dollars.
After arriving at the Ramada, I shower and changed and headed out to find a cab. Let me digress for one minute to talk about transportation in Santo Domingo. You need cabs to get around ( I don't recommend renting a car). In any case the cab in front of your hotel will probably charge you 400% of the normal fare. There is no haggling. You can get a cab much cheaper on the street, but several tourists have been beaten and robbed going that route. There are several taxi companies you can call if your Spanish is ok. But I found them to be unreliable. Last thing you want is to waste an hour waiting for a taxi. Some also have attitudes about going to the 'Casas'.
Best bet is to walk to the next hotel over (in my case the Sheraton). Here for some reason you can haggle (best to get several cabbies competing for your business). Now if you where staying in that hotel no deals. But because your staying elsewhere you can bargain at that hotel (screwy system huh). From your hotel, a trip to any of the cat houses, about 30 minutes waiting and the trip back for you and your true love will run you about $14. Just by walking next store to the Sheraton, I never paid more then $7. That difference can add up over the course of a week. I even arranged for my main man from the Sheraton (Louis) to pick me up right at the front door of the Juragua, but still only paid the $7.
Before I get into the carnal details, let me tell you that I'm terrible with names. Wherever I remembered them, I'll share them with you here. But please don't ask me for those I don't remember. Those of you that have read of my previous exploits know that my favorite place in Santo Domingo is Casa Rosada. For $100 per night (or about $96 if you pay with local dinero) one can find a gorgeous, light skinned and young latina to spend the night with. In my other two trips, I've had both great and good experiences there.
For all the hundreds of times I've selected a woman in a establishment such as Casa Rosada, I've never quite figured out the science of it. Generally the women fall into two groups. There are the eager beavers (pardon the bad pub) that sit close to you and try to get your attention. Then there are the coy ones who keep their distance. Unless you know the girl in advance, it's always a crap shoot. I've had good and bad experiences with both the eager beavers and the shy ones. The only rule that seems to hold most (but not all) of the time is that the best looking girls aren't the best lays. I've found that to be true in purely social situation as well. Sometimes it's worth the trade off just to be with a beauty queen. Other times I've gotten lucky and found a model type who is also wild in bed. They are rare prizes. And I've found a few of them at Casa Rosada. In any case that night there was a drop dead gorgeous girl who was kinda playing peekabo with me. Unlike many other Latinas she was tall and really built. Very light skinned, she looked about 17 or 18. So I gave her a go and selected her. In the cab ride home, I got my first hint that this wasn't going to be one of those life time memory nights. Instead of snuggling up next to me as had all the other exceptional girls, this one sat demurely on the other side of the cab.
Since I have a lot of girls to report on, let me keep my description of my first night brief. On the plus side she had and absolutely unbelievable body (no signs of child birth), a cheerful outgoing personality and was a very enthusiastic lay (I think I still have her claw marks on my back). On the down side she wouldn't blow me without a rubber, no mouth kissing, her concern about messing her hair was disruptive, and at 12 AM she asked to leave (this had never happened with a girl from Rosada). We had done it twice and I was exhausted from the trip so I let her go.
As for daytime activities, buy a Foder's or Birnbaum's guide book. Suffice it to say that at least during the daylight hours, I found Santo Domingo a nice town to walk around. The next night I was really in a quandary. Should I go back to Rosada or not. So based on some information I got from a street tout, I decided to try a different place called Casa Coco. On walking into this place my enthusiasm was almost instantly quashed. The girls here just weren't up to your Connoisseur's high standards. Many where down right dogs. There was one however that was certainly well in the acceptable range (your connoisseur has high standards). She was also in the eager beaver group. Sitting close and making a good deal of eye contact.
So I took her home for the night. Bingo, this one had a great personality. Lotsa warm foreplay, kissing and very good blow jobs without a rubber (I always use one for the horizontal hula). We went to the casino together and had a great time. I must confess that when we said goodbye the next day I was tempted to ask her to spend the week with me. But truth be known I am a slut and do enjoy meeting a lot of different girls on these trips.
The next day I wanted to take it a little easier, go to bed early and get a good nights sleep. So again on the advise of a street tout I tried what was advertised as the best massage place in Santo Domingo. I had meant to bring home that card so I could give you the particulars, but lost it somewhere. It's a couple of blocks behind the Sheraton and for a buck or two any street tout should be able to show you where it is. Be forewarned that they close by 10:00 PM. But since I wanted to turn in early that suited me fine. In any case, the place had about 6 or 7 Ok looking girls. I choose the cutest and paid the fee of about $60.
The rooms where nice with attached bath and AC. We both stripped and bathed (though not together). She proceeded to cover me from head to toe with some awesome honey perfumed hot massage oil. She then used her whole naked body to massage me. It was very erotic. She gave me some oral attention to Mr. Johnson, but it was mostly on the side (not a true blow job). She spent about 30 minutes slipping and sliding around on me. I tried to hint I wanted to be in her, but she wasn't buying it. I was having a great time so I didn't push it. I finally blew my load between her ample palongos.
Every night (and some days) I was down there I was gambling. Minimum bet at most tables is 25 pesos which is a little less then $2 American. My luck was excellent and I paid for about half the total trip cost with winnings. Then again, maybe I was just getting back some of the dough I left there on previous trips. Had I been playing in dollars and not pesos, I probably could have bankrolled the whole trip. I also shared my good luck with the locals and tipped much more generously then I normally would (I'm a big believer in Karma).
Night four I decided to try Casa Manolo. I hadn't been there since my first trip to Santo Domingo. You may remember that my first experience there had only been so - so. Again the fee was the standard $100 (about $96 if you pay in Pesos). The selection of girls was ok, but not as nice as Casa Rosada or Casa de Models. I picked a cute 'blond'. For some reason I remembered this girls name. It was Sara. Her name was the only memorable thing about her. She did an adequate, but unremarkable job back in the room. Tired, I sent her home at 1 or 2 AM.
Night five was to be my last night in SD. I choose to go to Casa De Models. Immediately upon entering I was smitten by a gorgeous girl. Her name was Elizabeth. I invited her to sit down next to me. After she sat down I began to wonder if I had made a mistake. She just didn't seem interested. No eye contact. No touching. No attempt at conversation. In the mean time there was another girl on the other side of the room that was really giving me the eye. She was very pretty, though a bit on the skinny side for my taste. I made a quick switcheruni. It was a good call. She was great in bed. After a couple of rounds in the room, we went down to the casino. My luck continued to hold and I won more then enough to pay for the evening.
Even my girl was able to turn the $10 I gave her into $70 (which of course she kept). About 3 or 4 in the morning my woman started to feel sick (sneezing and such like she was catching cold) so I sent her home. Several other poster have mentioned the hookers that hung out in the casino at the hotel. I flirted with them, bought them drinks, danced with them in the Meringue Lounge and gave them money for their kids. But most all just weren't up to your Connoisseur's very high standards. About half I wouldn't do for free. About five in the morning I was really making a good deal of money at the crap table and my good luck charm was this ok looking girl that had been trying been trying to get into my room all week. Having won so much, I just had to take her back to my room with me. I was sooooo tired I didn't think I'd be able to get it up, but Mary was unstoppable. She gave me a great swallowing blow job. You gotta love the swallowers. They are really hard to find. I just lied on the bed and didn't move a muscle (ok one muscle). Perfect ending to my stay in Santo Domingo. I gave her about $45 and sent her on her way.
After only a couple of hours sleep, it was time to move on to Boca Chica. Again I negotiated a cut rate cab ride of about $20. On arriving at the hotel, it took me a while to get acclimated. I had been staying in a 5 star resort. The room (a $35 one) was clean an functional, but that was it. A bed, a ceiling fan and a bath. Fortunately though it did have a safe in the room (the Ramada didn't, but the front desk safe boxes where available 24 hours a day). The hotel is run by an English speaking French Canadian fellow who is relatively pleasant to deal with. Knowing that if I returned from my trip with no tan, I be subject to comments and snickers from my home crew I headed out to the beach. Being a Sunday it was quite crowded, but still a nice wide white beach. There were plenty of hawkers and vendors about, but I just told them 'Yo no tourista' and they left me alone. A friend from Boston had told me about a place that is an American hangout of sorts called Ronnie's beach house. I headed over there and had a cold one or two with some ex-pat Americans who where able to fill me in on the ins and outs of living in the DR. I had expected to get some tips on the local flesh trade, but there were too many 'civilians' around to make discussion of the topic comfortable.
After spending a few hours on the beach I headed back to the hotel to shower and change. One thing I was looking forward to was the more casual dress of beach whoring. One of the dilemmas I now faced was that it was relatively early. I understood that the best girls really didn't come out till 10 or 11, but I was crashing. I tried to nap, but didn't get much rest. About 8 PM or so I headed down to the hotel's restaurant/bar for dinner (the food there was pretty good). It was here I met three fellow American whore mongers who I will refer to as Moe, Larry and Curly . Larry and Curly both had the 'suites' ($50 rooms) at the Oasis. The both also had a pair of dark skin teenagers living with them. Curly's pair were sisters. These girls where all a bit young and dark for my taste, but to each their own. I any case the 'stooges' where very kind to give me the lowdown on the scene in Boca Chica.
About 10 or so we headed
into town. On the way to the disco, I was accosted by almost a
dozen hookers. It was frightening, for not one was even
marginally up to my standards. What if all the women in this town
where so esthetically challenged?
I began to wonder if I shouldn't have stayed in Santo Domingo.
There are two main discos in town which are the center points for picking up girls. From about 10 to 1 the action centers on a place call Le Isle de something or other. Then by 1 most of the action has moved to a place a few blocks up called 'La Terazza' (sp?). By about 10:30 'Le Isle' disco must of had about 70 girls in it. Many where bowsers, but more then a few where quite fetching. Several where real knockouts. I circled around a few times to check out the action. From behind all of sudden, someone put their arms around me. I turned around to find an enchanting young creature. She was very pretty although a bit young and a bit short for my tastes. I asked her to have a drink with me and took her over to a table where two of the stooges where sitting with their harems. She told me her name was Nicole. I asked her age and she told me 18.
We sat there a while and had a few beers ($2 a beer). After a bit of 'feeling the merchandise' I asked her to go back to my room. She wanted about $75 for a 'few hours of love' but we settled on about $45. Had I known what was in store for me I would have paid $100. For those who have never had a young girl cum on their face…… words will not describe the experience. Nicole had a very hot young body that unlike most of the girls in SD had never been changed through child birth. In three hours I came three times with Nichole (once in her mouth). Given the lack of sleep and the full week of carnal delights, a magician would not have been able to perform such magic. Nicole was truly a Hall of Famer.' Rarely have I been sure that a woman was not faking it. With Nicole I had no doubts. On these cold New York nights I think of her often. We were spent, the bed was soaked in sweat. We showered and headed down to the disco La Terazza. On the way in to the disco the guard was hassling her. From what I could pick up in the my limited Spanish, he did not want to let her in because he claimed she was 15. I have him a couple of bucks and it ended the discussion. To this day I'm not really sure how old Nicole was.
I really enjoyed La Terazza. What a wonderful end to a wonderful night. We danced under the stars. As opposed to almost every other dance club I've ever been to, the DJ here knew just what music I liked. The mixing was perfect. As the sun was rising, I bid Nicole a good night and headed home to collapse in my bed.
The next day I awoke late and headed to the beach. I rented a wave runner for about $30 for * hour. Before I knew it was getting late and I returned to my hotel to prepare for my last night of debauchery. My friends the stooges had returned to the States so one of the 'suites' was available and I move into it. It was a little nicer then my own room, with a color TV (only local programming) and couch and a slightly bigger bed. Most importantly it was well off the street and much quieter then my previous room.
As I headed out for my last night, I was determined to again find Nicole. First I stopped at the one casino in town. I made about $200, more then enough to pay for the rest of my stay. At the Isle disco, I circled the room about three times but couldn't find her. All of a sudden, I was again grabbed from behind. I turned around to find another angel hugging me. This one was a few years older then nicole and a bit darker skinned. Still she was by any stretch of the imagination a fox. I sat down with Julie to have a beer, and figured I'd wait a while to see if Nicole showed up. When after 30 minutes she didn't and I took my new friend home with me. She accepted the same ~$45 I had negotiated with Nicole the night before. She was good in bed, but certainly nothing to compare to my previous night. Her body definitely bore the signs of child birth. And she was most definitely of legal age. After a couple of times, we went down to the Le Terazza disco. There we bumped into my love Nicole.
I'm not sure, but from what I picked up in Spanish, Julie and Nicole were friends. It seems earlier in the evening Nicole had sent Julie looking for me (what are friends for?). I was tempted to ask the two of them back to my room, but was afraid that after all that had transpired that week and giving my relative state of exhaustion, there would be no way I'd be up to it. So I just danced the night away with them.
The next morning a totally wasted Connoisseur headed home. I had hoped to over my stay get a good threesome going but it never happened. By the time I got to Boca Chica (where I'm sure a threesome can be got for about $50 to $70), I was just too tired. Next trip I think I'll start in Boca Chica and then move on the capital.
Boca Chica Trip Report
2/5/97
This is a travel
report on Boca Chica. As I write this, it is a beautiful sunny
day about 80 degrees and I am sitting on the beach outside Hotel
Zapata watching a blonde European (probably German) woman rub
suntan lotion all over her big tits.
Today is Sunday, and seeing as I am not to hung over, I decided
to write this report for all of you on TSM to give you an idea of
what my time has been like here in the DR. I was in Florida on
business and so decided to take a few days to see the DR, since I
had read much of the "chat" about it and was curious to
see what all the talk was about.
I left Miami on the 5:00 P.M. flight to Santo Domingo, which actually left closer to 6:30 and arrived in Santo Domingo Airport about 8:30. Its a 1.5 hr flight, with a one hour time change. The flight was crowded by uneventful, except for some very spectacular lightening we saw far off in the clouds.
After landing, I had to fill out a tourist card ($10) and go through immigration and customs. In total this took about 45 minutes to an hour. Since I did not check any luggage, I did not have any to find, so I went to the "cambio" money changer and changed some money. A warning. I tried to do this at the Miami airport and they were offering 12.5 pesos/ dollar plus a $2 fee. Here the exchange rate is 13.80 pesos/ dollar and no fee. So unless you will be arriving at midnight, you might want to change your pesos here, I found the exchange rates in town even better 14 or 14.10 pesos / dollar.
The Hotel Zapata is a small and relatively unknown hotel, so I had to give the cab driver the address, and even then he had to ask for directions once we got into Boca Chica. Pat had reserved a room for me, and it was nice, clean and relatively inexpensive. There were a few drawbacks to my room which I did not find out until later: first there is no phone, and actually there is only one phone at the hotel. Second, the showers have very little pressure and not much hot water, and finally my room is on the bottom floor of a two story building. Unfortunately the ceilings are not insulated, so when the people upstairs come home at night or wake up in the morning, it sounds like a herd of elephants re-arranging furniture! But all in all it is an OK room, with electricity, good air conditioning, a walk in closet, and a TV (only local stations).
My first evening in Boca Chic set the tone for the rest of the visit. The streets here suck! They are torn up and there are piles of sand and gravel and water everywhere. It is a difficult trip for cars and easier negotiated in a jeep , or by the local transport (motorbike). Never the less dressed in a T-shirt, shorts and sandals, I strode down Calle Duarte in style. My first task was to contact Pat (who many of you know from his weekly Monday DR reports and the Wednesday DR chat sessions. It took me quite a while to find a phone, none of the public telephones were working (at first I thought I was too stupid to work them, but the locals had the same problems I did, and so said they were not working. I walked down the street looking for a phone.
Calle Duarte looks like a main street that is trying to be a cafÈ, disco and whore house all at the same time. There are tables and chairs on the sidewalk and in the street. But there are also trucks, motorbikes and cars trying to negotiate this torn up (god knows why they do this in tourist season) thoroughfare. Half way down the street a young women in a very short black dress comes up to me and throws her arms around me like a long lost lover! Since I did not know her or, had not seen her, I pushed her away with a firm "no". She responded with the typical "no problemo" and promptly threw herself on the next unsuspecting tourist walking down the street.
I ended up sitting in one of these roadside bars to figure out what to do about the phone, to get some change and to watch the antics in the street and to better judge the lay of the land. There was a beautiful young Dominican girl with braided hair sitting across from me at the bar and an older women with a great big set of tits, sitting two seats down from me next to a German guy. I thought the women and man were a couple and together (later I was to find out from the women I was wrong), and focused on the cute Dominican women. It was not my intention to pick up any one, rather I bought a coke and requested change for the telephone. Although the Dominican women looked at me, she did not seem very aggressive, and so I waited for other signals and sipped on my coke. Suddenly a motor bike pulled up with a man driving and a young Dominican women on back, they called to the girl in green, she paid her bar tab, and jumped on the back of the bike and took off with them. So much for my second experience with Dominican women. In general they seemed quite nice, some more aggressive than others, and overall the attitude seemed to be very good towards men.
I set off down the road again to find a phone (thinking I would soon be joined by the tin man, the straw man and the lion) and was accosted only once more(but not by the wicked witch of the west). Finally, no phone in sight, I asked in a very nice Italian restaurant (Italy-Italy) if I could use the phone for a local call and they let me. I got a hold of Pat who I had talked to previously by e-mail, but by then it was 11:00, so we agreed to meet for breakfast at my hotel (which is included in the price of the room).
On the way back to the hotel, I stopped in another bar for a Cuba Libre ( Rum and coke) and found my self sitting next to the same women with the bit tits from the first bar. Seeing a familiar face, and having a few years of high school Spanish (30 years ago) I attempted to strike up a conversation. I found out that Joanna was 29 and had 2 kids (5&6) and that her mother took care of them, while she was at the bar or discos at night. She used to be a waitress in one of the restaurants, but now seemed to be dealing more with men. I bought her some flowers, a drink, and she asked if I wanted company in my hotel. I agreed and we walked back hand in hand to the hotel. There was no problem getting in and once in the room, we took a shower together, and had sex. Joanna was cute and nice, but did not seem to be into the sex part (yes we used rubbers!). She actually seemed embarrassed and shy about her body, which was fine, except for the scar from the birth of her kids. After we watched some TV, cuddled together and after about an hour she left to go home and see her kids. We agreed to meet the next day between 4:00 -5:00 at my hotel bar. She asked for 300 pesos (about $22) and left and I went to sleep.
At 10:00 the next morning , Pat a stocky man, with a wide grin and gray hair showed up and we talked about our pasts, what we were doing in the DR and I was looking for any travel tips, or social tips I could get. Boca Chica is a small community, so everyone knows everyone else, so of course Pat knew Joanna. And told me she was a nice girl, but was old (at 29) and could not compete with the 15 year olds. Joanna also is white, where as many of the Dominicans are darker skinned. I began to realize that in this chaotic environment, money speaks loudly. Although the tourists had money, many of the locals were desperately impoverished and were selling the only thing they had (themselves). But the had a pretty good attitude about it and there seemed to be no stigma attached to being a prostitute, either by the families, or the girls themselves.
Pat offered to show me
around and drove me around Boca Chica (which is pretty small)
showing me the sights, his house, his wife (many of the women at
his house for unwed mothers), some of the best restaurants in
town and the massage parlor.
This last item intrigued me, but we drove back to the Beach House
Bar (owned by an American named Ronnie) and hung out there with a
bunch of older ex-pats who were waxing poetic on the DR, giving
advice, and helping me buy fruit from the beach vendors ( a huge
plate was about 25 pesos) After a few Cuba libres Pat asked if I
wanted to be dropped off at the massage parlor. I said yes, but
on the way out, Pat mentioned that Hern, a Dutch man who he knew
was opening a private sex club that ePat saidvening and that we
(he, Dr.Lee and I) should go. So I agreed. (Pat does not see well
at night, so I agreed to drive). he would meet me back at hotel
Zapata at 6:30.PM.
I went to the massage parlor, picked a masseuse, a thin, cute Dominican women who gave me a passable massage and a hand job for about 500 pesos ($40). I walked back to my hotel, changed into my bathing suit and sat on the beach in the sun for a few hours. I walked down the beach, and checked out Treasure Divers and talked to Jacques and arranged to do a dive the next day.
Joanna showed up about 4:30 and we went back to my room for another quickie before we went to meet Pat. I met Pat and Dr. Lee at 6:30 ( Dr. Lee is also from the San Francisco Bay area and we had a lot to talk about besides women). The drive was un-eventful, and we found La Rosa pretty easily. It is a small hotel, 7 rooms, very clean and nicely decorated, with a bar, pool , etc. As a private club, it had some very upscale women (Elizabetha and Minerva, and a few others) and looked quite nice, but having had sex 2 times already that day, I was just not in the mood. Eventually after a few more rum and coke's I asked if Pat and Lee were hungry, so we went back to Boca Chica for dinner at the Colonial. I can recommend this place hloudighly, as the owner, another Dutch man not only provided good service, but had great taste in music (and it was not so we could not talk).
After a very pleasant dinner, Pat said he had to go down town to the main street to check on some friends from Europe that had just arrived. So we took a seat at some tables on the street (where the Americans hand out) and sat and watched the world go by. Pat's hypothesis is that the European guys would wander by eventually (they never did). However, many others did including Roland ( a merchant marine who owns a whore house on the other side of the island) Also Alexandra showed up. She is a cute Dominican, whore who used to work for Pat, and was known (in the Biblical sense) by all at the table jokingly as "cock breath" as she was known for sucking cock (which she does well I might add from personal experience). Alexandra was drunk, and was getting drunker by the minute, I sat and watched the antics with amusement on my face, asking Pat to translate every once in a while if I could not understand what was being said. However my Spanish was getting better quickly.
Alexandra introduced us to her hermano (brother) which I doubt he was, who kept appearing and disappearing. Finally Alexandra grabbed my hand and asked me to dance in the disco. There while dancing she rode my leg, rubbed herself against me and gave me deep tongue kisses. Now realize I had no intention of another sexual encounter, and my plan was to go to the hotel early, and finish a book I had started on the beach. However, Alexandra had other ideas. While leaving the disco, she claimed she saw the 80 year old (rich) Italian guy she was married to. She grabbed me and jumped on the back of a waiting motor bike and her "brother" grabbed her back pack and jumped on another bike. We rode off into the darkness, me fearing for my life, not only from 3 people on an overloaded, speeding motorbike, but I was not sure what I had gotten my self into.
"lions, tigers and bears… oh my!"
We drove around Boca Chica in a crazy caravan for 10 -15 minutes until I finally had them pull over and ask were we were going, Alexandra replied to my hotel. Now I was really not sure what was going on, why was her brother coming? Oh well I said, so directed them to Hotel Zapata, which was totally in the other direction. Even with the rough roads we all arrived safely. By now it was after midnight, I was very tired and a bit drunk from several Cuba libres. Alexandra was drunk and horny and she wanted the brother to come with us and sleep in the room also? I said, absolutely no! We negotiated and I gave the drivers some money for the trip, and the brother 200 pesos for a hotel room and they drove off. Alexandra went back to my room, undressed and had sex (she was a lot more enthusiastic (even drunk) than Joanna, and finally fell asleep about 1:30 am.
I awoke Sunday morning with her sucking on my cock, saying "fucki fucki" and then she climbed on top of me, so I had no choice a that time. We tussled around in the sheets for an hour or so and then she claimed she had to leave to go to Pat's house. I said OK. She asked for one of my T-shirts to wear back, so I gave her the one I had bought on the beach (150 pesos) and gave her 300 pesos and she left. I stayed in bed for an hour drowsing, finally got up, had breakfast, walked into town and cashed a travelers check, picked up my laptop in my room and decided to sit out on the beach and write up my adventures for TSM before I forgot everything.
I have 2 more days here, overall I would say it is a good R&R value, labor and food are cheap, there are plenty of women, and the island and water are beautiful. This place is barley controlled chaos, it seems like almost everyone in Boca Chica (at least all the ex-pats) seem to like it that way, so I don't see it changing in the near future!
Sunday was spent quietly on the beach reading a book. I got a manicure and pedicure from a girl walking by for about 150 pesos (never having had one I was curious). Most of these women will also offer massages for about 150 pesos for an hour, and you can negotiate a BJ for another 150 pesos if you wish (but that usually is in your room, not on the beach). Vendors came by offering me everything from carved statues with massive cocks to fried chicken and everything in between (watches, necklaces, pork rolls, T-shirts, shorts, shoe shine). I was kind of a pain, as I was trying to read, but eventually they must have decided I had no money and stopped bothering me. Unfortunately, by then I was pretty sunburned (used number 8 block when I should have been using number 15), and so went back to the room and took a shower and a nap. I woke up hungry and walked down to Ronnie's bar to see if Pat or Lee or anyone else was around. There were a bunch of very large (most about 6'4" or greater) Americans there who had been drinking beers there all day. Ronnie's wife and her sisters (who were very cute) were there also. I hung out and translated a bit, and then got hungry and asked Ronnie for a restaurant recommendation. I wanted seafood, so he recommend the restaurant on the corner Bruxa II. I had Lobster (Creole style) and fries and a coke for 300 pesos ($22), not a bad price for a good meal. It was a quiet evening after that spent reading and writing this article for TSM.
Today is Monday, my final day here in the DR. The electricity kept going out last night, but fortunately I had bought a candle at the grocery store and had a small flashlight in my toilet kit. It poured late last night, and the rain and the elephants in the room above woke me up once, but otherwise I slept OK. I guess today is another day on the beach, and then I will probably spend the night carousing!
Had a nice meal at Italy-Italy restaurant and went back to my room and packed. because of the downpour there were not many people on the main street, but it was still early (9:00). My trip back to SF was uneventful, except that you have to pay a $10 exit fee, and they do not accept DR pesos, so save $10 (cash) for that.
If any of you have additional questions after reading this report, I welcome e-mails, but Pat is the real expert as he lives there all the time, I just visited for a few days. In March I am off to Bangkok, and hope to file a report from there with as much detail as possible.
Be in good health, and have fun!
David