Santiago (and Puerto Plata). A travelogue
had my third trip to d. r last week for six days.
1. got to santiago at an ungodly 2. 00 am or so, thanks to a jetblue flight. had some qualms about hitting the road at that hour and in fact the dominican traveler next to me on flight told me, he too will stake it out at the airport until the first rays of el sol. so went and hung about the eating place at the airport. the area has internet which was a serious blessing. i also chatted up a woman serving food, while had a beer and a day old empan ada at that wee hour. i got her phone number too but she was married and was not too keen on taking chances. the best thing was that she told me the way she travels to the airport. being the cheapskate that i am, i hate to pay the 700 pesos i had to pay last time for a short ride to town. i found out from her that a carro publico (forget the number. p-a?) plies between the airport and the city center for "20" pesos. of course with other six people in a toyota corolla. so at 6. 00 am when i could not take it any longer, i ventured out and caught this carro, with no passenger yet, just outside the airport gate. put my small bag in the trunk and the driver babbled something in his domenican, most of which i did not catch. except that he will have to do a detour. i said fine, that i was in no hurry. so he takes off and soon we are in "campo". banana plantation and dirt road. just a little while back, i was like. wow. i like this adventure in the madrugada. but suddenly, i was getting a little frazzled. where the h. this guy is taking me? you could see guys walking their cows to somewhere through the early morning light and then the driver comes and stops in front of a small house and hollers. a woman responds. and then we wait as he kills the engine. slowly, with probing, i find out he picks up these people from the boondocks and takes them to where they work in town. soon the car had three women (old and older.) in the back. they were all courteous. all saying 'buen dia' as they boarded. i paid the guy for me and the in-existent passenger on the front seat plus an extra for my luggage (a princely sum of 100 pesos) and he would later deliver me direct in front of the hotel where i was destined (go figure. it was a route taxi). by the time i was dropped at the hotel, i was the lone passenger again. the driver happily yakking about his second marriage in his fluent dominican. and i straining my ears to catch all the missing 's's to make some sense. it was fun!
2. soon, around 10. 00 am my first visitor showed up. i came to know her last trip but did not 'consummate'. this time, finally! i had a lot of tension which got released in two separate go-es. god, that was good and then she took off, with the deal she would show up the next morning. the high schools here start at 600 pm – what a good thing! (smiley). that night was uneventful and i needed the sleep not having slept a wink the night before.
3. the second morning was equally pleasant. with the same 19 yr old high school-er. the evening got me a little upset though. met a woman around the monument and restaurants there are pricey but after some good food, it ended up with nothing. not even a promise! f. k!
4. the third night, met a girl who turned out to be beautiful (for my taste). had a great sunny smile and wonderfully attractive breasts that domenican women are not shy to flaunt! but because of rain, she came very late and so we had to go to look for food elsewhere. in what i thought was a fancy place while i was looking for simple domenican food – white rice, habichuela, and meat. what struck me was that the girl chose some real simple and not-pricey food unlike the woman the night before. i started to take an interest in her. there was a plan to go to dance but it was late for her so let her go but first she came to the hotel to try out a gift i had for her. unfortunately, she made a dash soon after. next day, she texted that she does not want to come to the hotel room. and. in the evening she was in my room and we spent at least an hour chatting and drinking bailey's i had bought exclusively for her. before heading out to ahi. i had a most enjoyable time there. first at the bar, kissing this young college woman in public with her coyly warming up ( (thanks to the dominican tradition, reminded me almost of my f. ing native india, where no one shows any affection in public) and later in the dance hall. where in the classic dominican style, the women dance the reggaeton, grinding against their menfolk's crotch which apparently is just, well, fine. go figure! i already described my ride back with her in a taxicab in another forum. she in the darkness of the cab, relaxed allowing me to enjoy kissing as i sucked on her delectable tongue.
5. the fourth day, i realized that i was tense again and not having any option during the day, took the help of p4p. by the time the night came, i was at the las colinas mall, waiting for another large breasted woman, who came from la vega. this girl had already made me promise that i would not take her to the hotel. so we ate, drank at the top floor and went for a dominican movie a typical 20 year old woman (or man) would enjoy. you know, the 'inane' ha-ha stuff! she had to go back to work to her town (but she had a cop father in santiago who was keeping her daughter.) the next morning so i did not have much to hope for but halfway during the movie, she got a call about the child so she left in a huff. she texted me the morning after: 'sabes estaba loca por probar tus labio q me regalaras un beso pero como no melo pediste why me daba verguensa desirtelo' all in its sweet time baby as i acted the perfect debonair!
6. i packed my bag for puerto plata the next morning as a young woman was coming to see me there for a day traveling four hours. on the bus i met a bunch of girls and a guy who are from my neck of the woods. it was nice to be able to chat with someone in an intelligible language again. they were all college kids, doing internship in santiago at the catholic university.
7. the girl in samana turned out to be a beautiful experience. she came for a day but had to stretch her stay for one more day because of a strike and was worried stiff that her mother would be upset as she had spun a yarn. she too was so shy that i laughed my heart out. she would have no trouble doing a fellatio but you could not shake her out of the towel she wrapped herself in. only by the second night, she had grudgingly agreed to sleep in the nude under the sheets, though. she took me to the local dominican restaurant. for 250 pesos we had a great meal including beer. she tried the bikini i brought her and her large breasts were beautifully overflowing. she then went for a swim, i did not feel like. so she was frolicking all alone in the water waving at me. i was looking at the beautiful blue color of water as the sun slowly peeked through the clouds, and looked at this marvelous young lass – brimming with energy and a song from india slowly formed on my lips, written in the classical omar khayam couplet style by a muslim indian poet:
' o giver of all things, give me the boundless energy of the waves,
and, just for once, give me my youth back'
'even if you were to fill the goblet with nothing but water
i swear on your youth my pretty bar tender, that i will get tipsy'
and my eyes fogged up. when she came out of the water, she noticed my eyes were red and asked me why; how can you explain to an 18 year old, what went through my mind?
the rest was a blur.