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[QUOTE=Oakie;1545952]OK guys, I fucked up, my apologies to all, and I'll try to do better.[/QUOTE]Dude, no need for an apology of any sort.
Maybe I should apologize of the way the post sounded. I was just wondering what was going through your mind when you handed the clown your hard earned "play with the chicas" money.
Hell, you just paid 10 bucks to enter the country.
We all know you are a seasoned veteran; no worries.
[QUOTE=Wrx2005;1546331]I'm sure I must have past it dozens of times, but didn't know the name.[/QUOTE]More or less across the road from Meringue Bar.
Cabarete.
Because I sit at a bar all night, four nights a week, I get to meet a lot of interesting people and hear some really crazy stories. Absurd stories. Funny stories. Bizarre stories. I thought I would share some of these stories.
This past Saturday I took my usual spot at the corner of the bar where I could gaze out over the ocean and scan for any topless females as well as keep an eye on the waitresses. I'm always fascinated by Domincian waitresses. I'm amazed at just how much they can sit around and talk about each other's hair while simultaneously gossiping about the latest sexual debauchery taking place among the staff.
Sitting directly across from me was a 6'6 African American New York city cop. I introduced myself and we started talking about some American football and basketball games coming on TV later. Sitting on the bar, directly in front of him, was a new Samsung Note 3 phone and a 10-inch Samsung tablet. I asked to look at them. The phone was huge but extremely thin, with an amazing screen. He had just bought them recently in New York and I think just the phone alone cost $700.
The cop and I spent 5 hours talking at the bar. He was there when I came into work at 4:30pm, and he was still there at 11:00pm. During the night, he ate, and then I ate. He ate again, and then I ate again. He drank beer throughout, and I drank coffee. 5 hours later I was flying on a caffeine buzz. He couldn't drink anymore beer. I thought, Fck it, and drank another coffee.
Several girls came throughout the night and sat to his left, and then to his right, and then across from him—all trying to make eye contact with him and get his attention. He is good looking, extremely well built. 6'6, about 215lbs, and with a fantastic, easy going demeanor. He laughs easily, and is constantly smiling. He looked like Denzel Washington. The waitresses began staring at him and more than a few were smitten with him. I was smitten with him. He was damn good looking and strong.
After sharing stories with him for a few hours, he told me a crazy story of what happened to him last year in Sosua at the bar Classico. He was standing inside; standing at one end of the bar, drinking and watching the girls parade around him in high heels that were three sizes too small and twisting their ankles. An African American walked in briskly and stood next to him. This cop towers over everyone. This guy started making small talk with the cop. It turns out that he too was from New York. A few minutes later, a group of Dominican men walked in and were searching for the African American who was standing next to the cop. They approached both men. They assumed the cop was friends with this guy. This guy had had some altercation outside with these men, but the cop did not know this.
One of the Dominicans grabbed a beer bottle and swung it at the cop. Glass hurts. The cop leaned back—avoiding the glass. Glass cuts. He grabbed the man and put him in a headlock. Headlocks hurt. Meanwhile, people were jumping on the cop trying to get him off. Security came rushing inside. The cop told him that he would release the guy as soon as everyone stepped back. Everyone stepped back. He released him. He was asked to come to the police station. He did. At the police station he was told that he would have to pay for the guys injuries. The guy had cut his hand on some glass on the floor. The cop asked, 'Why should I pay when it was him who swung the bottle at me? ' Wrong question. Never attempt logic with Dominicans. He refused to pay and was locked up.
The next day, he was transferred to Puerto Plata jail. There, they told him that he would need to pay $7000 US dollars if he wanted the charges dropped and to get out of jail. He refused. They left and came back a few hours later and said they would settle for $5000 US dollars. He refused again. They told him it could be a month before his court date came up.
Meanwhile, his friends were urging him to pay and be done with it. He refused. But then, he saw a group of Haitians in the corner of the jail cell, they were washing their clothes—pants, shirts, socks—with a quarter inch bar of soap and a small water balloon of water. It wasn't enough water to even get one sock wet, and yet, here they were, washing their clothes with it.
The cop stood there watching this. He started thinking about this possibility of spending a month in jail. He called for the captain. He told him he wanted to negotiate. The police smiled. They went to an office and started negotiating back and forth and settled on $2500 U. S dollars to have the charges dropped and get released. When he gave them the money, they were seated in some office. There was a lawyer there and some more cops. Right in front of the New York cop, they started to distribute the money to each other. They had no shame. They counted the money and started dividing the money amongst themselves. Afterwards, the cop was free to go.
Part 2 will be about what happened to his Samsung phone and Samsung Tablet.
PS. I don't have time to re-read through all of this and make spelling corrections. These stories will all be unedited.
Frank
No surprise in any of that, makes you think twice about going back though; the luck or bad luck, of being at the wrong place at the wrong time is always there. Its just in the DR you have less back doors, to be able to escape. If anyone knows the secret to lay low, have fun and not get hustled in the DR, please interject.
[QUOTE=Gas6459;1546525]No surprise in any of that, makes you think twice about going back though; the luck or bad luck, of being at the wrong place at the wrong time is always there. Its just in the DR you have less back doors, to be able to escape. If anyone knows the secret to lay low, have fun and not get hustled in the DR, please interject.[/QUOTE]First, get out of Sosua. Better yet get off the North coast, too many people with nothing to do but watch and plot. Hit SD or Santiago, big cities where people have agendas besides hustling a gringo. You must know Spanish, not knowing Spanish makes you an instant target and limits your options. In SD and Santiago use cabanas, never take girls to your gated apartment unless its your main girl. Don't fuck with Dominican dudes unless they have major status to get your ass out of trouble. Just having the card of a high ranking officer who is your friend can keep you from being hassled by low ranking Dominicanos.
Never meet a chicas family, too personal. Also the hands for charity will come from all angles when the family locks in. Never answer personal questions with anyone. Develop a Dominican dress. Jeans, loafer shoes, shirt tucked and belt to match your shoes. Don't become a regular at Dominican spots late at night. The big cities have movies, baseball games and a zoo. Don't become a gringo who gets drunk and chases pussy all day. Pussy is everywhere in the DR and easy to get, but doing normal shit to blend in is an art.
[QUOTE=Wrx2005;1546331]I'm sure I must have past it dozens of times, but didn't know the name.[/QUOTE][url]Http://detrasdelrumor.com/index.php/2012-08-08-22-36-42/regionales/4020-incendio-reduce-a-ceniza-bar-en-sosua[/url]
What the NY cop should have done was offer the dirty police an extra 500 bucks to beat the shit out of the guy who swung the beer bottle at him! If that didn't work, I would have paid a Haitian to do it.
I read that story about a year ago with the tall cop from NY, sad story. It gets even more crazy when you hear what happened in Cabarette with the phone.
Here is a story that I personally was involved in years ago: I was sitting at 4 Roses at 2am waiting on a waitress to get off work. I saw the police go running into Europa hotel and since I was staying there decided to see what was going on. Earlier in the day I had met these 4 Jacksonville state troopers and we were drinking in the back part of Europa by the jacuzzi. My lady was with me as we drank and her father is a Puerto Plata cop. Anyway when I see the cops run into Europa I go and see the DR cops questioning this Jacksonville cop. They take his passport and said they will investigate and left.
The guy comes and sits down next to me at 4 Roses and tells his story. He was in Classicos and he went to dance with this girl on the floor. The girls lesbian lover came out of nowhere and attacked the cop, leaving a gash under his eye from her finger nail. The cop decides to leave and when he gets to the bottom stairs of Classicos the lesbian jumps from the top stairs like a ninja warrior at the cop. He nailed her with a right and knocked her out then left and they found him at Europa.
As me and the guy sat at 4 Roses I felt sorry for him. I called the girls father and told him to meet me at the Sosua station because my friend was in trouble. At the station the Father explained that they were both cops and should be able to work it out now. He explained that the cop had a gash under his eye and was attempting to leave the scene when he was attacked again. He told the two cops to"settle it". I told my friend to be polite and slide the cop a couple 1k red notes but he only had one and a 500p note. He came out the room with a relieved look on his face and his passport.
I told him to stay out of Classicos and he became a late night hangout partner at 4 Roses with me. The girl I was banging at 4 Roses knew she was only a sometime late night option for me but she also had options. One of the other Jacksonville cops asked if he could make a move on my 4 Roses girl. I said she makes her own moves so go for it. The next afternoon we were all partying again at Europas jacuzzi, me and my girl and the cops and the 4 Roses girl. Homeboy fell in love with my 4 Roses girl and retired her from Sosua, oh well.
[QUOTE=Gas6459;1546525]If anyone knows the secret to lay low, have fun and not get hustled in the DR, please interject.[/QUOTE]No secret, but 99% of mongers seem to manage it OK. Alcoholics, racists, loud-mouths, exhibitionists, drug-takers, bullies, and the terminally stupid will usually find trouble eventually.
My tips to improve the odds in Sosua (cannot speak for other locations) :
1) Avoid "the Strip" by night. That area attracts all the scum of the island, and a lot of scum from abroad.
2) Choose haitianas rather than dominicanas.
3) If you have to drink, do it by daylight.
4) Have as little contact with Dominicans as possible. There are many decent Dominicans in the DR, but not many in Sosua.
[QUOTE=Charles Pooter; 1546651]No secret, but 99% of mongers seem to manage it OK. Alcoholics, racists, loud-mouths, exhibitionists, drug-takers, bullies, and the terminally stupid will usually find trouble eventually.
My tips to improve the odds in Sosua (cannot speak for other locations) :
1) Avoid "the Strip" by night. That area attracts all the scum of the island, and a lot of scum from abroad.
2) Choose haitianas rather than dominicanas.
3) If you have to drink, do it by daylight.
4) Have as little contact with Dominicans as possible. There are many decent Dominicans in the DR, but not many in Sosua.[/QUOTE]This is good advice. I would avoid drinking altogether as it can only cloud your judgment, though if this is your only route to sexual ecstasy, then I guess you have no choice.
There are plenty of decent Dominicans in Sosua, however you will tend to find them in places like hospitals, clinics, schools, gymnasiums, pharmacies, dentist offices, banks, churches, and so on and not in places frequented by mongers like chica bars, chica-friendly hotels (as knocking-shops are quaintly referred to) , casinos, massage establishments, police stations, etc. Also a significant percentage of taxi drivers are religious types who play gospel music in their cars and display religious insignia in their vehicles.
A good risk management strategy as regards the popular crowded bars where fights seem to break out is to reduce your actual time there by entering, finding a girl, and taking her somewhere else fairly quickly and by avoiding these places very late at night. 11:00 pm is better than 1:00 a. M. As people get progressively drunker and / or more desperate.
Having said that, I have been in places like Classico disco and D'Latino's more times than I know, but have never seen a fight or a violent incident. Then again, I don't stay longer than necessary.
[QUOTE=Frannie; 1546679]This is good advice. I would avoid drinking altogether as it can only cloud your judgment, though if this is your only route to sexual ecstasy, then I guess you have no choice.
There are plenty of decent Dominicans in Sosua, however you will tend to find them in places like hospitals, clinics, schools, gymnasiums, pharmacies, dentist offices, banks, churches, and so on and not in places frequented by mongers like chica bars, chica-friendly hotels (as knocking-shops are quaintly referred to) , casinos, massage establishments, police stations, etc. Also a significant percentage of taxi drivers are religious types who play gospel music in their cars and display religious insignia in their vehicles.
A good risk management strategy as regards the popular crowded bars where fights seem to break out is to reduce your actual time there by entering, finding a girl, and taking her somewhere else fairly quickly and by avoiding these places very late at night. 11:00 pm is better than 1:00 am As people get progressively drunker and / or more desperate.
Having said that, I have been in places like Classico disco and D'Latino's more times than I know, but have never seen a fight or a violent incident. Then again, I don't stay longer than necessary.[/QUOTE]I'd second that, and add a couple of things I've learned. It's been said before, but:
Never carry more money than you need right now.
Use the ATM and take the moto concho there and back when you need more.
Never, ever, get drunk where there are strangers.
Spend your money in the same places. They get to know you and they look after their customers.
Learn a little Spanish, cultivate a girl friend who knows her way around.
Personally I've found some great people down there (compared to my home town) and it's partly that what keeps me going back.
Be polite but firm and walk away from trouble. Don't argue.
Remember you are in their poker game, so don't try and set the rules. It's corrupt, and always will be.
If you get into trouble, drink too much, complain a lot at home, you'll do the same down there but worse.
Remember, your just a john down there, and she is a puta. You're not a missionary, so don't get on your high horse and try to "set them straight". They won't change.
Have fun and do try the 'strip" at night. It's where all the fun is.
[QUOTE=Frannie;1546679]Also a significant percentage of taxi drivers are religious types who play gospel music in their cars and display religious insignia in their vehicles.[/QUOTE]Approaching the end of a long life I can say that I have never noticed any correlation between being genuinely "decent" and being "religious" and those who make a public display of their religiosity usually prove to be assholes sooner or later.
Of course I agree with you about the "other" Dominicans in Sosua.
As ususal, the big boys are on here today giving great advice as always. Keep it going!
After the New York City cop and I hung out for 5 hours at the bar on Saturday, he got up to walk up around a little. Not long after he left, he was followed by a well known working girl that usually hangs out on the east end of Cabarete near the Fuji film store. The waitresses wanted to follow him around as well. Hell, I wanted to get up and follow him. He was damn good looking and strong. He was chick magnet!
Anyone who has lived in Cabarete for any time will instantly recognize her—she has long bleached blond curly hair, walks with a limp, is around 5'3, and is very, very skinny. Many people here in town know here as a drug addict and thief. I've never seen her inside any restaurant or bars here, but I do see her every evening hanging out in the street. She likes to hang out on the street near the new condos called Morning Breeze, right past Scotia bank, near the Fuji film store.
She was following the cop around and explaining to him the 'Happy Hour' special she was running. He wasn't interested. He walked to his rental car which was parked on the street, opened the door and got in. She immediately opened the passenger side door and got in as well. He told her to get out. She said would get out as soon as he gave her some money. He refused. She said, 'Ok, ' and got out of the car and started walking briskly down the street with a limp.
Before he drove off, he reached for his phone. It was not there. Nor was his new 10' Samsung tablet. Both had been on the passenger seat. When she got in, she sat down on them. It was nighttime. He had been drinking a wee bit. He forgot about them on the seat. They both were sitting directly underneath the Happy Hour special of the bleach blond.
He got out of the car and started walking in the direction she headed in. The motoconchoos and some other people saw her take off down an alley. He asked them if they knew where she went and explained what she had just taken from him. They told him to wait right there, and they took off in her direction. Twenty minutes later, they returned and said they found her and that she had already sold his stuff to someone else. They said that the guy who bought the stuff wanted $700 US dollars. He said, 'keep the stuff' and walked away.
They followed him back to his car and said they could probably get it for $500 US dollars (another Happy Hour). Meanwhile, two cops showed up. He explained to the cops what happened. A few minutes later, a guy showed up with his phone. It was his new Samsung Note 3. It's a $700 dollar phone in the USA He told the cops 'that's my phone he has in his hand! ' They told him there was nothing they could do about it, but if he wanted to press charges they could go to the police station and file the paper work. He told them he didn't have the time.
While the Dominican man held his phone in his hands, the New York cop started contemplating how much it was going to cost him to replace the tablet and the phone. It would have been well over $1000 US dollars. Now, here he was standing with two Politur officers, a Dominican with his phone in his hand, and other people listening to the details of the negotiation.
Side note: this is exactly why I cannot ever own a gun in this country. In this situation—with two Politur officers standing there doing nothing while a Dominican held onto my $700 dollar phone, I would have pulled out my gun and told the guy to immediately hand over my phone or I will shoot you in the balls, and then I will shoot the Politur officers in the balls. Not a smart move over a stupid phone.
He negotiated a price of $17, 000 pesos, or roughly $420 dollars. He got his stuff back and I saw him in the bar on Monday night (during the Monday night football game) where he told me, the owner, Big Frank, and a US foreign Officer (Brian Gallo) that works for the US State Department in Washington DC & Afghanistan.
Ps. After he got home on Saturday night and tried to check his phone, he noticed his Us SIM card was gone and so was his Memory card which held all of his photos.
Frank
[quote]He walked to his rental car which was parked on the street, opened the door and got in. She immediately opened the passenger side door and got in as well.[/quote]I am guilty of having items like that in my possession too. But from his example, I will try to remember not to have those items in plain view, especially anywhere in the passenger area of my car. Have to secure all vulnerable stuff before allowing anybody in the vehicle. Speaking of allowing somebody in the vehicle. If you can't open only the drivers side to get in, then I wouldn't get in the car until the riff raff is clearly out of range. In fact it's probably better to deal with the riff raff before even approaching the vehicle. Once inside the vehicle though, make sure you lock your doors.
[QUOTE=Mr Gogo; 1546579]I read that story about a year ago with the tall cop from NY, sad story. It gets even more crazy when you hear what happened in Cabarette with the phone.
Here is a story that I personally was involved in years ago: I was sitting at 4 Roses at 2am waiting on a waitress to get off work. I saw the police go running into Europa hotel and since I was staying there decided to see what was going on. Earlier in the day I had met these 4 Jacksonville state troopers and we were drinking in the back part of Europa by the jacuzzi. My lady was with me as we drank and her father is a Puerto Plata cop. Anyway when I see the cops run into Europa I go and see the DR cops questioning this Jacksonville cop. They take his passport and said they will investigate and left.
The guy comes and sits down next to me at 4 Roses and tells his story. He was in Classicos and he went to dance with this girl on the floor. The girls lesbian lover came out of nowhere and attacked the cop, leaving a gash under his eye from her finger nail. The cop decides to leave and when he gets to the bottom stairs of Classicos the lesbian jumps from the top stairs like a ninja warrior at the cop. He nailed her with a right and knocked her out then left and they found him at Europa...[/QUOTE]How do you avoid these types of situations I would like to take my first trip to Sosua but when I hear stories like this it scares me.