Sosua Reports

[Member #2128]

Yeah, I too loved the free-flowing report delivered by TWO HANDS. It brings back the Sosua Life, although his is a lot different than mine. I don't dance. Or buy cervezas for the table. But it was good to hear about his gang of jealous and loca chicas. Some of them he mentioned were like hearing about "old friends" from the High School reunion you weren't able to attend.

Especially touching was hearing about one of my favorite Haitiana amigas, MIMOSA. I did her several times on several evenings....all from the rear when she was VERY pregnant with the little boy Two Hands mentioned. He must be about a year old now! She was a total character and I didn't believe any of what she told me. At the time, she was very involved with the Dad and was sneaking around so he, or anyone else wouldn't see her going off to f*ck a tourist. Hooking up with her was like working undercover for the CIA. All part of the play (the good part that is) that is Sousua.

Two-Hands, thanks for sharing your great "vacate-ion" with those of us who are stuck (for the moment) in our 9-5's.

Until my next POP landing,
#2128

[PartyPoooper]

Anyone know where there is a gym/workout facilities in Sosua?

Cost? Location?

I would like some alternate exercise beside the chicachanga!

Thanks.

[Mikecnyc]

Hey guys,

I'm headed to Pop, Sosua, and Santiago at he end of my trip. This is my first visit to this area. I will be leaving at the later part of October and will sty in Blue Bay for two nights, 4 nights at BB, 3 night at Garden Inn, and spent a night in Santiago prior to my departure from STI. I plant to sty at the Court Yard Marriott Santiago near the air port. I will be renting a car during my trip. I need some advise from you rookies.

Is anything going on at Blue Bay Adult Resort?

I have a TOMTOM GPS, does it work out there?

Where can I find or purchase paper map of Santiago?

Is renting a car a good Idea?

Is Platinum Castle in Santiago open?

Any suggestions on nightclubs (both pro and non-pro). If anyone else is in town and wants to meet up for a beer, let me know.

Mat,

I've never been to the Blue Bay, but I know you can buy a nice map from the rental car counter in STI (I got mine from National)-- leave the Tom Tom safe at home. I personally like renting a car. They are relatively cheap if you reserve on line a head of time and its nice to have the option to drive around.

Have fun.

MC

[Lobo42]

Does anyone know a better way to get a room reservation other than the hotel's email on their website? I have tried to contact them 2 or 3 times, but no one is responding. Thank you.

Viper10

Diego can be a little slow on responding to e mails it took him a week or so last year to get back to me. If you don, t feel like waiting call him aroud 10am or so he is usualy there around that time.

Good luck,

Don

[Viper10]

Does anyone know a better way to get a room reservation other than the hotel's email on their website? I have tried to contact them 2 or 3 times, but no one is responding. Thank you.

Viper10

[Mat213]

Hey guys,

I'm headed to Pop, Sosua, and Santiago at he end of my trip. This is my first visit to this area. I will be leaving at the later part of October and will sty in Blue Bay for two nights, 4 nights at BB, 3 night at Garden Inn, and spent a night in Santiago prior to my departure from STI. I plant to sty at the Court Yard Marriott Santiago near the air port. I will be renting a car during my trip. I need some advise from you rookies.

Is anything going on at Blue Bay Adult Resort?

I have a TOMTOM GPS, does it work out there?

Where can I find or purchase paper map of Santiago?

Is renting a car a good Idea?

Is Platinum Castle in Santiago open?

Any suggestions on nightclubs (both pro and non-pro). If anyone else is in town and wants to meet up for a beer, let me know.

[Crossfire1]

Wow Twohands, your reputation preceeds you. Although we have never met. I feel like I know you. Why? Because from reading your post I know that we are fucking the same Chica. You see Yo tengo una amiga de Santiago tambien. Her name is "A". She speaks fluent english, brown skin, 5'3", flaca, linda, has 2 cell phones (one ending 144 and the other ending 045), one child and has her own 1st floor apartment in Santiago. Shall I go own. What gave it a way? She also tells me that we are "Amigos con beneficios." She always tries to wife me when I'm in town and dosen't like me to be with others and I have had simmillar drama in the club before with her. She is good people though and I talk to her to this day.

In the pass when ever I would come to Sosua an not tell her I was coming her friends in Sosua would always call her in Santiago and let her know I was in town and she would be pissed. This time one of my amigas saw her in town with you and my amiga even told me your real name wich I will not mention on the board.

It is funny to see you post your story here. Because I heard about the drama and your friend meeting you at the airport even before you posted any of this and we have never meet and I have not been in Sosua for months. You are truly a legend and very popular with all the chicas in Sosua. I'm glad you had a nice time.

PS: It is good to read reports like yours because, no matter how far from Sosua and how far off the trail a chica is you have to remember --Once a chicas has been to Sosua there will always be other guys fucking her and you are never her "Only special friend." Things like this help to keep one grounded.

[Koki9290]

Have stayed there two or three times over past four months. Nice hotel but runs about $65 a night. The beds are like double king size which is great for sex but many rooms have mediocre a/see units. Pool is great and included breakfast is good. Staff is very helpful and friendly. Last time I was there I left after one day because there was a blackout and they did not have a planta for backup electricity. Last time I checked there was still a problem with the planta.

[Danesi77]

[QUOTE=Twohands]La Vida Buena.

After 8 trips to Sosua in less than 4 years I not only anticipate but have adapted to certain rituals – you know, quirky things that only seem to occur on vacations to this slice of heaven, like gorgeous bartenders who wrap Presidentes in cute little napkin "skirts", blackouts practically everyday and the most pleasant. Dealing with less than solid waste management issues during bathroom visits. So it was with anxious anticipation that I gladly participated in another DR custom as the wheels screeched to a rolling stop beneath my seat on this AA flight from Miami.

BEST EVER ! I totally subscribe to your views when it comes to Sosua!

I'll be there again for the second half of Sept with my best pal.

Anyone for a Presidente?

[DR Monger II]

Twohands, thats such a great report. It's too bad that a non speaking spanish person like me can't have that experience

[Bq Ribs]

Thanks alot Frannie! Have you heard of Hotel Cayena as well?

Nice hotel, but not cheap by Sosua standards. I will be there August 16th for my second stay there.

[Frannie]

Thanks alot Frannie! Have you heard of Hotel Cayena as well?

I have heard of it, but I don't know anything about it.

[MiamiHeatLuver]

Perla de Sosua Apartment Hotel - Tel: 809 49 49 834.

Talk to Hans.

No it is located behind the NEW Banco Popular, down a quiet cul-de-sac, very close to the beach. Close to mini supermarket, pharmacy, Morua Mai restaurant, etc.

If this phone number gets deleted, then look on the sosuatoday.com Web site for the number.

Thanks alot Frannie! Have you heard of Hotel Cayena as well?

[Frannie]

YESSSSS ive been to the DR maybe 18 times my passport says, but everytime I used to go it was to monger never to entertain a normal girl. Moved on to bigger and better things and know go once or twice a year. Perla de sosua seems quite nice where is it located? near HALIGALI? or Behind, like near Verizon? I did a google and all im getting is brokers, Id rather go through the owner directly if anybody has the number. Ive been and seen many German families stay at europa maybe I can trick her? lol I just like DIEGO and KNOW what im getting, but willing and able for a change. REGARDS!

Perla de Sosua Apartment Hotel - Tel: 809 49 49 834.

Talk to Hans.

No it is located behind the NEW Banco Popular, down a quiet cul-de-sac, very close to the beach. Close to mini supermarket, pharmacy, Morua Mai restaurant, etc.

If this phone number gets deleted, then look on the sosuatoday.com Web site for the number.

[Twohands]

la vida buena.

after 8 trips to sosua in less than 4 years i not only anticipate but have adapted to certain rituals – you know, quirky things that only seem to occur on vacations to this slice of heaven, like gorgeous bartenders who wrap presidentes in cute little napkin "skirts", blackouts practically everyday and the most pleasant. dealing with less than solid waste management issues during bathroom visits. so it was with anxious anticipation that i gladly participated in another dr custom as the wheels screeched to a rolling stop beneath my seat on this aa flight from miami.

i clapped and cheered along with 200 other tourists and residents for i was back on dominican soil after a year’s absence and trips to other parts of the world with arguably much more to offer than tiny sosua. and yet sosua will forever hold a special place as a quick 3-hour alternative to my new love – brazil and more specifically. rio de janeiro. but brazil is literally 1, 000s of miles away from me as i made my way down the ramp into customs, dancing a two step to the frantic rhythms of a trio who accepted my crisp $5. 00 propina with a smile. after getting a stamp in my passport and grabbing my bags, i entered dominican heat!

oh it’s hot in new york this summer. when i left the forecast called for 93 in central park. but there’s something to be said for caribbean heat. i ain’t complaining ‘cause i like it hot, but it takes a minute to adjust. and just as i’m ready to shed my shirt and go bare-chested, i’m noticing taxi drivers wearing jackets and hats! i turned away. but not before borrowing one of the driver’s phones to call mi amiga who agreed to meet me at the airport.

i called and as i indicated where i was, i noticed her speeding around the corner on the back of a motoconcho screaming my name and laughing as she came closer. she hopped off the bike and ran to me arms outstretched in her cute little corduroy jacket. wow, sometimes you never realize to what extent someone is missed until you go two years without seeing them. but after catching up on each other’s lives, and reflecting on our history together during the drive to sosua, it was as if we were never apart.

after checking into my hotel – sosua by the sea, we settled in and walked to activate my cellular and change my dinero. we walked to bailey’s and met another friend of hers for lunch. it was getting late, and i was getting tired, mi amiga decided to stay in the hotel with me and i had no problem with that. the plan was for me to take a quick nap and hit the clubs around 10: 30 or so. yeah right! we were both out and at 1:30am i rolled over and said "oh, well. "

the next morning we had breakfast overlooking the ocean and i walked her to the highway where she boarded a taxi to the bus to return to her hometown. i thanked her for meeting me at the airport and gave her a linen armani exchange blouse (one of many i bought in nyc to give to my girls.). needless to say she thanked me. i gave her a hug and a kiss and she promised she’d return before i leave. cool.

susana’s is probably my favorite restaurant in sosua (with restaurant central in charamicos coming in close second). the food is fresh and it’s a bargain by any measure. susana is always on site to greet you with her warm smile and as per usual, she gave me a great hug to welcome me back "home". as i enjoyed my rather delicious lunch of chicken, rice and beans, i watched all of sosua pass before me. several of the kids on the street, i’ve known for years and as a result, they feel comfortable approaching me and wanting to hang out. of course, i’ll buy them something to eat if they’re hungry and today was no exception. so me and my "kids" enjoyed susana’s dominican cuisine before i headed off in search of chicas whose photos i wanted them to have.

each year since my first trip in 2004, i have photographed the good, the bad and the sexy of sosua – and since nothing (nude) has ever appeared on the internet, the chicas all literally line up to be photographed. this year was no exception, and as i’ve done in previous years, the photos i took last year i gave away as regalos this year.

it was in plaza sosua, as i made my way down pedro clisante on this beautiful afternoon, that i ran into paola – the prima of a novia from last year. the "novia" had no idea when i was coming, but she knew i would be there soon, as i told her i come every year for my birthday and she knew my birthday quite well considering i met her fine ass on my birthday at classico’s.

but to be honest, i was trying to avoid getting "wifed-up" so soon in my vacation. not that i wanted to necessarily hit other chicks, but i like the idea of possibly having an opportunity to do so. all those dreams quickly vanished when the prima gave me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek. then she pulled out her cell and dialed the "novia". damnit!

"el es aqui ahora mismo. ! " i didn’t hear another palabra – only "chao". paola turned to me, laughed and asked me to buy her a beer. it was 2:00pm. at 6:30pm the hotel reception called and said i had a visitor in the lobby. i took one look at her beautiful caramel skin and size 2 frame (i like the flaccas.) with incredible full breasts and nice tight ass and thought "are you crazy? " the hotel doesn’t allow guests – a plus for me – ‘cause frankly i don’t wanna be hounded 24/7 by chicas. when i wanna see ‘ them i’ll see ‘em in the streets. if they’re really cool, then i’ll go ahead and check ‘em in and they can stay in this ai with me and feast and drink and lounge by the pool in peace.

i told the receptionist she would be having dinner with me and we proceeded to the restaurant overlooking the ocean and beach. she was a little tired after the ride from san francisco de macoris and i completely understand, but i wasn’t down for checking her in – not yet anyway. i still had my regular coming from santiago on the weekend.

after dinner we proceeded to the pool area and watched stars and each others bodies as our hands explored territories clothes could barely hide. she has an incredible body and i knew i had to make a move to my room, but alas, i couldn’t so i told her to meet me tonight at the club and we’ll go from there. i gave her regalos from ny. she thanked me, gave me a nice hug and stuck a wet tongue in my ear. i immediately had to stick my hand in my shorts’ pocket (if ya know what i mean.) and watched as her cute little ass left the hotel skipping carrying a big saks fifth avenue bag.

apparently word spread fast that i was in town. as i was leaving my hotel, the world-famous julissa came speeding around the corner on her moped with blausi riding in the back. i must admit julissa is looking rather delicious these days. they both literally screamed my name and i thought to myself "these chicas eres locas. "

donde tu vas? sosua life. ven aca! ok. and so it was that i had a nice sandwich on my first night out in sosua with julissa driving and blausi offering a birthday happy hour for nada. julissa seconded it by saying she’s been knowing me for 4 years and i never sex her.

duh. exactly! they’re cool as "amigas" and definitely good for vacation laughs, but i ain’t trying to hit chicks that seen more dick in ‘em than the urinal at madison square garden. i go for the less aggressive, off the beaten path, don’t live within 20 miles of sosua chicks. and their friends.

and after arriving at sosua life i solidified my opinion. there were some serious dogs this trip. not a good selection at all. granted, i’m picky. but most of these chicks were busted. too much makeup, too many beers and not enough crunches, and if that weren’t enough, they’re not very sophisticated. subtlety goes a long way with me, and these girls obviously skipped that course at soranji’s finishing school. so like t-pain, i was with the bartender.

ms. san francisco arrived with her two cousins and we all grabbed a few presidentes. we were ushered into latino’s and seated in the "vip" section – which i didn’t like – it gave the impression that we were somehow "better" than the main crowd on the dance floor, so i kept leaving the area to dance with the crowd. in my mind, "vip" is how ya carry yourself, not where you’re seated. so i didn’t return. but the music was hot!

i instantly fell in love with this one song i believe it’s called "destination" – and it’s on some hypnotic, rhythmic and other-worldly beat tip that’s bananas! all i know is that every time it came on i had to move and so did everyone in the clubs. it’s that hot.

we made our way to classico’s which is still going strong after all these years. my usual perch is near the dance floor as i’m a dancer. i don’t go to clubs to profile, i go to move! because of this fact, in the dr, i had a plan to dance with each and every chica in sosua and tonight i had a good start with maybe 10. of course with the new hours, just as the party is getting good, it’s closing time. so i made my way with ms. sf to my second hotel – la isla bonita – 600 pesos for the night. you can’t beat it.

after downing shots of tequila with me, we were both feeling pretty nice and after removing our clothes, we were looking even better. it’s amazing how sobering the art of sex is. as usual, this 23 year old made good use of her beautiful full lips for what seemed like an eternity as she slurped and slowly licked me before demanding "fug-me" um, ok.

two hours later, we were a sweaty mess as the electricity checked out as we slept. i didn’t mind and she woke me – bad breathe and all – with a great messy bj, finishing with riding me for all she was worth, screaming "i cum! "- completely oblivious to the fact that our window was fully opened. hey, if she don’t mind, i certainly don’t. and 10 minutes later, i had her on hands and knees, ass perfectly angled as i slammed her from behind, giving her a leche stream that slowly oozed down the beautiful curve of her spine. after a quick shower, we changed and headed out to laroca for desunyuno – delicious if somewhat pricey i might add.

not that i’m superstitious or anything, but today is friday, the 13th. and after giving ms. sf dinero for a motoconcho, i returned to my hotel, hoping to head to the gym and then to the pool to bask in the sun for a few hours. two years ago i purchased the greatest gadget for my ipod – a player that has great sound capacity and is compact for travel, so needless to say, it’s a constant companion on the playa, in my room and by the pool.

well today on this 13th day of july, it decides it doesn’t want to operate. that’s right. no sound, no power. nada! damnit! of course because the player also serves a dual purpose as an ipod charger, my ipod will soon die as well. i spent the better part of the day running to puerto plata and then out to caberete in search of another player or a charger to no luck and eventually gave in to the fact that it’s not gonna happen. i did find a repair shop in charamicos that from the looks of the shop made me cringe when they said they could fix it. but after 3 days, i returned and the greasy-fingered repairman handed me my now mangled player and said "no es possible". gee, you think? ! jerk!

oh, well. i thought of my last trip to rio this past new year’s eve – when it rained practically everyday. i told my friends to look on the bright side. yeah, it’s raining, miserable weather, but we’re in rio. so i took a dose of my own medicine and said, "it’s broken, but you’re in sosua, you’re not behind your desk in manhattan. get over it". and i did. of course it helps when you have ms. santiago, calling saying "te amo" and "i’ll see you in a few hours. "

cool. now there’s some good luck.

ms. santiago and i met on my first trip and have been (in her words) "amigos con beneficios. " every since. i do have feelings for her and i believe hers for me and yet we can’t seem to get along longer than 4 or 5 days. go figure.

later in the club, i was with ms. sf and trying to delicately explain (again) that i have ms. santiago coming up to spend time with me for my birthday. understandably, she doesn’t like ms. santiago at all and views her as a serious threat. i explained that there’s no need for drama ‘cause it’s my vacation and ultimately i’m gonna do right by all parties involved. just play your role. yeah right. that went over like rosie on a pole vault.

a friend of ms. santiago came over to me at classico’s and whispered that ms. santiago was on the other side of the club. i thanked her and told ms. sf i’d be right back. i wasn’t gone 5 minutes and as i was talking to ms. santiago, ms. sf comes storming over yelling and screaming that she came up here for my birthday and ms. santiago doesn’t love you, blah, blah, blah. of course this got a lot of attention in the club – as she stormed off crying. ms. santiago tried to grab my hand saying "let’s go! " and i told her, "no. you go. "

and so i was alone. at last. i went to my bartender and asked for a shot of brugal for the road and leisurely made my way down the stairs exiting the club solo feeling like this is way more than i wanted in theatrics. several chicas passed me on my out saying "diablo", "mafioso" and other malo names with smirks on their faces, i just nodded my head, like "that’ll be me. "

just goes to show, sometimes, you can’t even be honest with ‘em. i headed to the casino where i danced with some chicas i know. i got a tap on my shoulder and turned around to be greeted by ms. santiago’s gentle kiss on the lips. i gave her a hug and she smiled mentioning how i’m always causing problems. i told her i learned from the best.

i was introduced to her girlfriends and primas and we danced ‘til 4:30am when we returned to their apartments at casa cayene. we were all done so we all crashed on one giant bed. all six of us – me and five bad-ass chicas. only in sosua! i woke up and had to move them off me as i left for my hotel. but not before ms. santiago grabbed me and off we creeped to the bathroom for a somewhat quiet quickie.

i made my way to playa sosua today for the first time this trip and incredible as this may sound, every visit feels like the very first time. it truly is a peaceful yet lively setting with a stunning view of that perpetually cloud-shrouded mt. isabel. i leisurely strolled the shore, marveling at how love has company in the international language department. laughter – a child’s laughter in particular. it’s probably the purest form of shameless self-expression there is. it made my day and i pulled out my camera in an attempt to capture a glimpse of their joyous revelry.

after strolling the entire length of playa sosua, i returned to sit in my boy’s section and immediately ordered fried fish, french fries and a cold cola. as usual, the food and the sun were very satisfying and relaxing and before long, i was dozing. off. to. sl.

my cell phone’s vibration buzzed me back from a rather lengthy sueno and i answered half groggy as ms. santiago wanted to know where i was and why wasn’t i with her. i ended a rather sexy call by telling her i’ll see her tonight at sosua life.

fred jackson is my boy. love him to death. i first met him in 2004 at voodoo lounge when he and i sang the temptations’ classic "my girl". it’s so rare to find someone at one of these karaoke places who actually can sing that we both hit it off instantly. in subsequent years fred went on to open and run the sosua life bar opposite classico’s and since last year he owns a nice little spot further down pedro clisante from la passion’s called cubre libre bar.

i had been in sosua for two days, so i knew it was high-time i made my appearance. i came in and as usual marveled at his ability to hire some of the sexiest (if unreliable and untrustworthy) bartenders in sosua. i quickly ordered a cold one and gave a few of his bartenders photos i took of them last year on the beach in cabarete.

i invited fred out for my birthday celebration and he mentioned he would stop by classico’s. as is his custom, he invited me out for a picnic on my birthday with several of his bartenders and his novia. how could i say no? it’s on.

i left with a promise to see him soon and headed back down pedro clisante where of course i had to see the work peter is doing in lapassion’s. it’s a good look! although the pool had no water, its location and the willingness of the ladies to display what one could touch while basking in it, made it all worthwhile. one cutie took me by the hand and gave me a guided tour, removing her hand from mine when we were alone to grab another digit. i wasn’t complaining. but i told her i had to get going and that i’d see her again.

as i walked along the street returning to sbts, i heard my name called from a dark entrance to what appeared to be a deserted bar. i glanced inside and saw mimosa. the loca haitiana that in previous trips was a highlight of any trip for me. she nearly squeezed the life out of me before grilling me for not stopping by sooner (she heard i was in town). i honestly had no idea where to find her. as we talked the cutest of kids came out from the back and she introduced him to me as her son from some dude who she says has no part in his or her life anymore. interesting. but she seems to have adjusted well to motherhood. who’d thought that? before i became too impressed with her parenting skills, she excitedly told me she’ll be at the clubs, as she has to be on my dance card. sounds like a plan. with that i gave her a kiss and kept it moving.

at the club it was all good as i watched and felt sorta sad for ms. sf looking desperate trolling the bars with her cousins in a straight line, weaving thru the crowd like some misery train looking for somewhere to derail. i later found her in the company of some dude and as she walked past me, she rolled her eyes ‘til she went to sleep and i laughed.

i partied with ms. santiago and a slew of other sosua regulars and watched my back as the clock struck midnight. if you don’t know, i’ll tell you what someone didn’t tell me 2 years ago. dominican tradition states that when it’s someone’s birthday, their "regalo" comes in the form of a cold cerveza poured over the head. and for someone like me who’s sportin’ designer clothes, that ain’t the coolest prospect in the world. they got me that one year, but i’ll be damned if i’m drenched and smelling like a distillery for the remainder of the night. luckily the dj gave me a shout-out and the chicas gave me hugs and kisses and the chicos gave me high-fives! now, we’re talking

dude looks like a lay-day. ! i live in new york, a place packed with all kinds of different people with alternative lifestyles, and yet somehow, someway it all works – for the most part. we live and let live here. i said that to say that gays, cross-dressers and transvestites are not that big of a deal here. they’re everywhere and it’s a price you pay for living in this great, liberal, artistic metropolis.

sosua, this eternal yet ever changing ho-asis, now apparently has a market for babes with balls for i counted at least 5 dudes that were in full drag and were almost always busy with clients. i’m making mention of it, ‘cause two of them were friends with ms. santiago and her girls, so i was introduced and subsequently took pix of them. they were cool. a riot in fact. but there’s no way in hell any dude in their right mind could ever think they were anything but (biological) men. in other words, it isn’t what it isn’t.

one of them had to be about 6’ 5" and had on high heels to boot! and no matter where i was dancing, "she" somehow ended up dancing next to me. of course, i would speak and after a few days, she was stopping by to say hola. it was on one of these occasions at the casino that as i’m shaking her (rather large) hand to say "hola" that she pulls me in closer to say "i like you. " yikes! i politely told her i understand and respect who and what you are but i don’t get down like that. she stood up, flipped her hair and said "que lastima" (what a pity) and walked off. yeah, you go, girl.

hunger of course is a beast that is best dealt with swiftly and luckily there’s a guy right outside the casino who’s serving up some pretty good grub. of course i’d never eat off a cart in the middle of midtown manhattan, but at 4:30am, my defense is pretty weak, particularly when a cutie haitian has been eyeing me (with ms. santiago) all night. as i’m investigating what’s cooking that’s smelling so good, i go for funds, and wouldn’t you know it, mr. big spender has 200 pesos – enough for a motoconcho and nada mas. i’m not one for the atm machines at this hour, so i guess my curiosity will have to wait for my dinero to catch up.

not so fast. as i was turning to leave, a cutie that i had seen a few times said in her broken english "why you don’t wanna try? it’s good". i honestly told her ‘cause i’m broke’. taking a break from devouring their sandwiches, and without missing a beat, this girl made my night. she motioned to her girls who nodded in agreement. "we looky you pay muchas cervesas for everybody, so we buy for your birthday. "

now there’s a first. ok, bueno. not sure how they knew it was my birthday, but i ended up spending another 20 minutes with them sitting outside laughing and talking until ms. santiago came out and saw us. oh, boy. i calmed her ass down by saying "give piece a chance" and gave her a few bites of my delicious sandwich.

we all piled into a taxi and i spent the night at ms. santiago’s and struggled to sleep against the apparent wishes of a rather animated rooster outside the window at 11:30am who refused to accept the fact that dawn had long since passed!

i got up and made my way back to sbts. as i made my way to the coffee machine, i noticed some of the guests staring with a look of "where the hell is he coming from? " i eventually approached a nice couple from london and introduced myself and asked if they’d like to see the "real" sosua.

a co-worker of mine called me a week before i came down and told me he was making his first trip to sosua – at the same time i’d be there! so i had him book a room two doors down from me and when he arrived, i took him on the grand tour, explaining how in my mind’s eye, sosua is a mini-manhattan. it’s an international party town with many people from all walks of life, engaged in all forms of activities. the motoconchos are manhattan’s yellow taxis. hell now it’s even turned fab-you-lus with all the rupauls running around. not to mention, it’s crowded, noisy yet lovable in its own unique way. just like my neck of the woods.

it was interesting to watch someone’s first view of sosua thru their eyes. and to hear that infamous question – "they’re all prostitutes"? ! yes, and you’re fresh meat, buddy.

ms. santiago had to return to santiago (hot damn! ) later that night while out solo, ms. sf saw me again and this time she sadly eased up beside me and gave me a kiss under the chin and i gave her a hug. i’m not mad at her, but she’s – really all dominicanas. have this childish view of relationships. particularly when i know she’s in the game, even if it’s on a part-time basis. she said she was tired, and didn’t want to be with anybody but me and that she was going home. i told her i’d call her tomorrow and kissed her goodbye.

the following day i met fred and picked up ms. sf and we all headed out to eat in caberete. it was a cool outing until ms. sf showed a side of her that damn-near had me ready to pull an "oj". long story short? i don’t like mayo. i had a plate of fries that i would dip into katsup. ms. sf thought it nice to offer me a fry she had dipped in mayo, i told her "no me gusta, gracias" and as i continued talking to fred, ms. sf took another mayo-dipped fry and put it in my open mouth. ok, ha, ha – really funny. i playfully put her in a headlock and continued talking. 10 seconds later, she did it again! what the? ! "what part of ‘i don’t like mayo’ didn’t you understand? " "i’m serious. cut it out. " she laughed and i got pissed. i continued to talk and as i’m talking she takes a french fry dips it in mayo and makes like an airplane and does dives close to my face. i’m ready to knock her the hell out. fred and his girl are in shock like this chica is loca. she eventually eats that one as i stopped talking now and i’m only barely containing my anger as my hand is visibly shaking.

five seconds later she takes another fry loads it with mayo and smears it on my burger. i looked at her with disgust and thought of smashing that burger up her nose, but then i didn’t want to be the ugly american making a scene in a restaurant. so i got up and left the table and walked the beach for 20 minutes to calm down. when i returned she’s all crying with the "lo sientos – es bromas". in plain english i told her "fuck you! "; yet i don’t hold grudges so by the time we returned to sosua, i was fingering her in the backseat with plans on fucking her back at la isla bonita. but now i see that’s all we’ll have in common, i can’t roll with a kindergartener.

i left her there and headed back to the hotel where i met my buddy for a few drinks at the bar before heading out with the london couple in tow. all three of them were scared to try the motoconchos – and who can blame them. but i reassured them it’s the quickest way around town. if he’s going too fast, tell him to ease up a little, very simple.

once at the club, ms. sf arrived with her cousin looking her usual stunning (but boring) self. i greeted them and as we chilled she became increasingly irritated at the prospect of ms. santiago having my ai bracelet from the hotel and was perplexed why she didn’t have one this year as well. i told her it was too much of a hassle and with that she starts ranting that i love ms. santiago and not her and that i should be with her and how she came here for me. i tuned her out and she stormed away. whatever. her loss. i was very decent and patient with her crazy, spoiled ass. and finally, for the first time this trip it was me, myself and my boy! no hassles, no petty jealousies – just babe ogling.

ms. sandwich from the casino came in with her girls and gave me the hugs and kisses and of course i had to buy her a drink and take her photos. we hung out and ended up at classico’s dancing salsa ‘til they kicked us out (god i hate the new closing times.) just when the party is jumping it’s closing time and it takes a minute for the party to build the momentum it had at classico’s in the casino, but what can we do?

while dancing by myself – as i sometimes tend to do – within a minute, chicas always come near. tonight was no exception. this gorgeous thick girl with a black hat and black gloves – looking like alicia keyes came grinding up behind me – "hola. ms. keyes". she laughed and began frantically moving her hips as i tried in vein to keep pace. damn she was hot. i usually go for the chicks in the featherweight category, but this one could definitely get it!

i told her the club was about to close and she should ride with me to the casino and vamos – we headed out. in the backseat i asked could i see those boobs that were hypnotizing dudes in the clubs and she gladly whipped the most perfectly shaped carmel colored globes out for my viewing pleasure. i immediately placed my tongue on the nipple and sucked and gently bit them for the duration of the trip to the casino. every so often i’d stop to kiss her. i hope the driver was paying real close attention to the road, ‘cause everybody else was all in our lustful party.

it was getting late, i was tired and she was ready to go. but i knew i had no energy ‘cause i was gonna go horseback riding in the morning. when i told her she said "you can ride me. " and then she turned around, took off her hat and let her long hair down and offered it to me as though it were reigns. cute. she has a sense of humor, but i’ll pass. i got her number and told her i’d call. and to this day i’m regretting that i didn’t get with her. oh well.

the next day i was up and out by 8:30am for a tour of the country side on horseback. for those who’ve never done it, i highly recommend it! it’s a six-hour excursion that includes a tour of a barrio with live music on a farm as well as touring the mountainous regions of dr with stops for a swim in a natural lake with waterfalls, drinks and a big home-cooked meal at the end. all for $60. 00 us. i did it for the first time last year and made it a promise to do it each year. it’s organized by chiquino and he can be found near sbts and its beach.

of course when we returned i was so drained i just jumped in the jacuzzi to relax the muscles and chill. all and all this is a good vacation. drama? sure. petty chicas? claro. but time spent with them is still priceless in comparison to bs nyc chicks.

my amiga who met me at the airport called and said she wanted to come up to sosua for another visit before i leave. ok. so she arrived early the next day at 9:00am and i met her in the lobby and took her to the pool where we chilled out and talked with my boy from new york. she was hungry and i was pretty much done with the food at sbts, so we made our way to la roca (i wanted susana’s but she didn’t wanna be bothered with folks on that end of the calle) she was sporting my regalo and it looked great on her! she loved it (of course) and said she wouldn’t lose it – like she’s done to other rather expensive gifts in the past.

after more small talk, it was time for her to take the bus back home and so we loaded her into my boy’s car and drove her to her stop and i gave her a big hug and kiss goodbye and she flashed that smile that lights up any room and said "chao chao". it was sooo good to see her. no matter what, she will be with me one way or another for the rest of my life.

when i returned ms. santiago called saying that she heard i was with a lot of girls. "y"? of course i’m dancing and flirting, but i ain’t hitting these girls and she knows it. but it’s good drama – so here we go again. i told her to get her ass up here and she can find out who i wanna get with. she laughed and said she’ll see me in 4 hours. cool.

i told reception as i wanted her to stay with me in my hotel tonight.

ms. fashion plate arrived with the heaviest of suitcases for one night. i’m like who’d you kill and stuff in here? "it’s makeup, sweetie. " ok. we stayed in our room and made up for lost time for a few hours and as usual, my toes were sufficiently curled and i was ready for the night. after changing, we headed out and met her cousins/friends and partied like rock stars – totally dude.

i made my rounds around the club and said my gracias and adios to my folks and made it back to the hotel by 4:30am where me and ms. santiago attempted to beat our own world record for consecutive orgasms. for the record it’s 5 in 7 hours.

after checking out, i pulled a few tables together at the hotel restaurant and ms. santiago, the london couple, another couple from birmingham, england, my boy from new york and the manager of sbts had a goodbye brunch together and it was a nice way to say so long ‘til next year to one of my favorite destinations in the entire world.

i left from sti airport and ms. santiago rode with me – that road is no joke. i’d never do that at night, but it is stunning. very colorful with rich vistas in every direction. we talked for the first hour, but soon the drive thru the mountains got the best of us and we were knocked out until we arrived in noisy santiago. she made a stop to show me her very lovely apartment and then we were off to the airport some 20 minutes away.

i thanked her for another great trip and as they announced my flight she started with the tears. god i hate that part. but she knows i’ll be back. i always come back. and how could i not? for it is what vacations are made for. to vacate your normal everyday life and few places allow you an opportunity for pleasure on so many levels like mi sosua.

it is indeed a good life. yo amo sosua.

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