Santiago

[Tempoecorto]

A lovely report, Tempo, and I loved your poem.

It brought to mind the great Rumi poem "The Caravan" which so beautifully reminds me that each day is new and life is a tabula rasa on which we may write a beautiful beginning.

Perhaps you know it? If not, please indulge me to gift you and this great DR board:

Come, come, whoever you are,

Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Even if you have broken your vow a thousand times before,

It doesn't matter. Come, come yet again, come.

Whoa, I am humbled. I definitely did not know this poem, nor did I expect people here to know Rumi's name, let alone enjoy him. Just shows how presumptuous I am. There is so much to learn and. Evening is approaching fast.

[Tempoecorto]

Yes, but was milk chocolate or dark chocolate? Why do you omit the interesting details? Have not seen K yet, but sometimes she is in colmado on PC.

He he! Chocolate cake is available in milk or dark? I am just a bloody Indian. Chocolates are not my forte.

No rush for K. Cannot exactly do anything remotely.

BTW, enjoyed your pingpong repostes but not sure if it will get across. Calls for some gray matter (smiley).

[Frannie]

Nice that you wondered. The day she left, she told me she will come clean with her mom and I wholeheartedly supported that action plan. She wrote me later that things were fine. She had carried a chocolate cake and a bottle of cider I had bought for her (so her mom could share).

Yes, but was milk chocolate or dark chocolate? Why do you omit the interesting details? Have not seen K yet, but sometimes she is in colmado on PC.

[Tempoecorto]

Excellent post. Sounds like you had a great time. Hope she did not get into trouble with mother.

Nice that you wondered. The day she left, she told me she will come clean with her mom and I wholeheartedly supported that action plan. She wrote me later that things were fine. She had carried a chocolate cake and a bottle of cider I had bought for her (so her mom could share).

[PolyOrchid]

a lovely report, tempo, and i loved your poem.

it brought to mind the great rumi poem "the caravan" which so beautifully reminds me that each day is new and life is a tabula rasa on which we may write a beautiful beginning.

perhaps you know it? if not, please indulge me to gift you and this great dr board:

come, come, whoever you are,

wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.

ours is not a caravan of despair.

even if you have broken your vow a thousand times before,

it doesn't matter. come, come yet again, come.

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.

[Frannie]

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.

excellent post. sounds like you had a great time. hope she did not get into trouble with mother.

[Tempoecorto]

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.

[Pussy Engineer]

First, very nice floating tits on the Playa Rincon girl! Nicely done!

Thanks for details on room pricing. At first I thought it would be crazy expensive and not possible to stay more than 4 hours or the night but she assured me it was. Good to have confirmation of that. Good tip on xtra sheets and AC. Hate when it is super cold in hotels.

I have attached pics of the novia (this is not the Sto Dom med student posted earlier!). She is girl next door type (total Gazelle in Helpmann's nomenclature) who very comfortable with her body, wants to go to nude beach, have sex on beach, pose nude for magazine or website, go to a sex club (well that is more my idea but she has not ruled it out yet). Yada yadda. Maybe even do some softcore video. It is like the Seinfeld episode where Jerry stumbles onto the bi-chick and George tells him his luck "is like discovering plutonium by accident!" But that was in the 90s. With girls coming of age in the Facebook "look at me" era is it really that rare? I know of one adult agency in South Florida but you have to have full US documentation and they don't travel. She has a cute face and nice body. Might be something we might want to explore. Even though adult industry seems flooded with content these days.

Anybody know of reliable or established adult modeling contacts in DR? Is there a DR porn industry?

Be very careful how 'vocally' you promote her porn ambitions. There have been some arrests recently of foreigners being accused of promoting immoral acts (just basic porn). As for reputable porn, if she's super stacked, you could try to contact score. If she's willing to do group sex, you can try contacting thehabibshow. Com as they have done some tours of the Dominican Republic in the past.

If all that doesn't work, you can PM me her contact details and I'm happy to make some videos with her.

[Orgasmico]

Anyone know the best options for getting to the Samana area from Santiago? I'm thinking about renting a car or taking a bus from Santiago.

Thanks

[It Travel]

Some cabañas have a type of "how to guide" posted on the wall near the sex chair apparatus.

Saw it jsut today. Wonderful positions for a chica enculada!

IT

[Tempoecorto]

Anyway, in a short space of time you managed to have sex with a variety of women, even though you were in an industrial city not noted as a sex resort, so not a bad trip really. To me Sosua is more fun, but finding out for yourself is real fun.

Good to hear back, Frannie. No I ain't complaining at all. Besides, water tastes sweeter after a draught. It was nice to have a taste of both places. Both are stimulating (pun intended) in their own ways.

Finding out all by yourself is even more fun as is learning about another culture including food. This of course means at times one has to take a chance including bearing with solitude and boredom but I can live with that. I took the bus and that too was nice offering me a glimpse into the land and people.

Not that I can wax about what's in my pants but in my college days, my stomach was flat, there was no wallet to speak of and I had a head full of hair. Somehow I still see myself that way in my mind's eye. The problem is that the girls see me the way you mentioned. Well. I am a f. Ing romantic. As the Singer manu chao sang: que voy hacer. Je ne sais plus.

I hope life is treating you well.

[Jaosousa]

I agree with everything you have posted about the two Hodelpas. But I always wondered about the massage. Was a sexual service available? (was the masseuse worth looking at?).

I once had a cab driver recommend to me a massage at Gold's Gym; he claimed the ladies there were quite willing to provide any type of happy ending I desired. My masseuse was beautiful but she had me leave my shorts on, she buttoned her shirt up to hide her considerably large breasts, and barely muttered a word during the 45 minutes I was with her. I never got around to making the request as I was certain I already knew the answer. The massage, by the way, was quite good.

It is a nice massage room, nice table. The air-conditioner blows about mid-section of the massage table. I have gotten massages twice at the Hodelpa, two different chicas, both had good size breasts (Santiago probably has more chicas with ample breasts than chicas with ample ass). The second massage, the lady told me to lay on my back (she also stayed in the room while I took off all my clothes). I laid on my back (most massage chicas tell you to lay on your stomach to start) , I covered my junk with a small towel, the chica removed the towel, the A / C was blowing directly on my junk. She got as close to my junk as possible without touching it. No freebies, no happy endings. The first massage chica climbed up on the table and used her forearms and bit of her elbows to massage my back.

Golds Gym is in Plaza Internacional, Moma Bar is in Plaza Internacional as well.

[Member #4643]

You can try to reserve a private taxi or a shared transfer before your trip online. You could try a2b transfers:

http://www.a2btransfers.com/

Or coco tours:

http://www.cocotours.com/.

At the Hodelpa El Gran Almirante, there is a nice pool, with a bar, gym and a massage room. I got a massage there my last trip (not cheap by Dominican prices, about $40US for a 1 hour massage). I was naked on the massage table, the massage lady removed the towel which covered my private parts.

I agree with everything you have posted about the two Hodelpas. But I always wondered about the massage. Was a sexual service available? (was the masseuse worth looking at?).

I once had a cab driver recommend to me a massage at Gold's Gym; he claimed the ladies there were quite willing to provide any type of happy ending I desired. My masseuse was beautiful but she had me leave my shorts on, she buttoned her shirt up to hide her considerably large breasts, and barely muttered a word during the 45 minutes I was with her. I never got around to making the request as I was certain I already knew the answer. The massage, by the way, was quite good.

[KingAdam]

My Spirit Flight arrives in Santiago at 2:00 am in the morning. What is the price for a taxi to the Hodelpa Centro Hotel? Where are the reliable taxi cab vendors when you exit the airport that will not try to price gauge a gringo.

I'd say about $20 bucks US or around 700 Road. They will have a ton of taxi's waiting outside the airport.

The King

[Jaosousa]

My Spirit Flight arrives in Santiago at 2:00 am in the morning. What is the price for a taxi to the Hodelpa Centro Hotel? Where are the reliable taxi cab vendors when you exit the airport that will not try to price gauge a gringo.

You can try to reserve a private taxi or a shared transfer before your trip online. You could try a2b transfers: http://www.a2btransfers.com/ Or coco tours: http://www.cocotours.com/. There are probably other reputable taxi companies in Santiago, I don't have their contact info. At 2am should be an easy, fast ride to Hodelpa Centro Plaza Hotel. If you trust the taxi driver, you could ask him to stop off at Pasion (next to Zeus cabana) on the way from the airport to the hotel.

Hodelpa Centro Plaza is a good hotel, I was there last July. They have smoking rooms with balconies that overlook calle de sol. The guys who work at the Hodelpa Hotels (el gran almirante and the centro plaza) have always been excellent with me. Hodelpa Centro Plaza has free wifi and a good breakfast buffet with a guy who will make eggs (omelettes) the way you want. When I stay at the Centro Plaza, I use the pool at the el gran almirante hotel, (you can stop at the front desk of the gran almirante and they will give you a key that opens the door for the pool deck).

At the Hodelpa El Gran Almirante, there is a nice pool, with a bar, gym and a massage room. I got a massage there my last trip (not cheap by Dominican prices, about $40US for a 1 hour massage). I was naked on the massage table, the massage lady removed the towel which covered my private parts.

Freddy is the long time bartender at the pool bar. I never had a problem entering with whomever I wanted at the El Gran Almirante or the Hodelpa Centro Plaza.