The Dominican

I will not tell you everything that goes on during my R&R’s; one because I’m shady and two to protect the innocent. But on my first 2 weeks off from Algeria I was looking for a place close to the US where I could blow off some steam and still save days for the tax break. I ran into a guy in Algeria who was from Puerto Rico and said that the Dominican is where it’s at. And he happened to know a friend that rents out his place in Santo Domingo for cheap…Sounds perfect, I’m not really a resort type guy anyway so I figure this will give me a bit more chance to taste some Latin flavor; so to speak. Anywho; I decide to go down there in October which incidentally enough is hurricane season. As I step off the plane the guy I’m renting from calls me and tells me is going to pick me up from the airport, his English is not great and his sense of urgency is even worse. As soon as I get outside the sky opens up to torrential downpour; like curtains of rain. As I sit outside the airport waiting for Jose for 2 hours while it rains bananas I can’t help but wonder if this was all a terrible mistake. But as I come to find this is nothing but true Dominican fashion and it clears up to leave not a single cloud in the sky, Jose shows up, and we are on our way.

I wanted to know what the locals do for fun in DR. So I pressed this question upon Jose and he told me that what they like to do on a normal Friday night is gang up to the liquor store, buy a few bottles on wine, and park their cars in the parking lot and blare their ridiculous systems. Seemed a bit high school to me but I was game. So we get a few bottles of wine and sure enough there are several cars with insane systems in them cranked up to near deafening level and the vibe was pretty cool. But things got interesting when a redbull truck pulled up, folded out to a DJ stand, and everyone synced their car together through the radio. At which point a stage was pulled out and they had a dance off by some deliciously scantily clad females shaking their ass in favor of applause. The girl with the most crowd support got to dance on a lucky guy in the crowd. It came down to two girls and the crowd couldn’t decide so they both danced on a lucky patron. I looked over to Jose and I see that he had a crazy look in his eye and ran up to the MC and spit some Spanish to him, and all of sudden…

MC: GRIIINNGOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

So they pulled me up to the stage while these girls danced on me like they were trying to make molds of their private parts in my thighs. As I previously mentioned I am a gringo and can’t dance a step so I just stood there and let this happen like I was in my own private strip club.

This place is awesome