Sosua Reports

[QUOTE=MrEnternational;2826724]He said he gave her 5000 pesos for the week. You would have been a broke ass back in the day because all he did was describe the Old Sosua. Almost every chick was the exact same way he described this chick. That is what GFE is, not some chick sucking your dick without a rubber. You see why the vets complain now, while some people say adapt or get lost? Back in the day it was not about just sticking your dick into a hole for 3000 pesos. It was perfectly just as he described and for the exact 1000 pesos per day that he paid.[/QUOTE]Yeah you need to re-read that again hermano. He said that she "ask" for 5000 peso. He NEVER said that he paid that amount or any amount. And that's good that he found GFE like back in the old days. Still theres nothing wrong in helping her out a little more with her current desperate situation. Especially when she's been cool and sincere the whole time and not coming at him as if he's an ATM. Also you know that it would greatly help uplift her life at the moment. If she wasnt a diamond in the rough then I wouldn't even suggested in helping her out more. And I was there back in the good ol days and have helped out a couple of those diamonds in rough. Felt good to help out a sincere female that wasnt playing games but may have needed help at that moment while taking care of my every needs and desires.

This aint rocket science. I know when I'm being played and when a female is trying to come up by using me. And from what IronQuinn described that's not what happen at all. So when a female constantly fucks the dog shit out of me, washes my back on the daily as if I'm Prince Akeem, cooks, cleans, and have a puke bowl by myside of the bed while I'm sick, then yeah if I have the means, I'm going to return that karma and help her out. Especially when I know shes struggling in life

One day youll realize that you don't have to be Pimp Snooky from Pimps Up, Hoes Down and constantly count your pesos on every female you come across jajajaja.

I'm sure I'm not the first and that it's super annoying but here goes anyway, LOL.

New to this forum (I'm active in the USA forum in the DMV area) and new to Sosua. I've been reading and taking it all in as I have a trip planned and already booked in September for a week.

The only thing I'm missing is a good guide / connect if anyone would be willing to hook a brother up.

Also, I won't ask a bunch of questions that have already been asked but if anyone has a link to a useful part of the thread that would be helpful for a newbie that would be awesome!

I'll def. Be sharing my experience in real time when I touch down in DR.

[QUOTE=BiscayneOG;2824727]I want to plan a trip to Sosua this summer. It will be just me, and it will be my first time in DR. I like to go big or go home. That and I'm fluent in Spanish.

I'll be reading through the forums, but if anyone wants to DM any advice I'll read that, too. I need to figure out where to stay, when to go, cheap flights, etc. And obviously anything and everything about the chicas.

Thank you, Gentlemen.[/QUOTE]Me too man, going in September for the first time. I'm staying on the main strip at a nice spot about 10 minutes walking distance from the beach.

[QUOTE=CoolieHigh;2826823]Yeah you need to re-read that again hermano. He said that she "ask" for 5000 peso. He NEVER said that he paid that amount or any amount. [/QUOTE]You got me on that. Attention to detail! I figured he paid what she asked.

[QUOTE=BlaqBim;2826862]II've been reading and taking it all in as I have a trip planned and already booked in September for a week. The only thing I'm missing is a good guide / connect if anyone would be willing to hook a brother up.[/QUOTE]You do not need any guides in Sosua. The place is all of 3 blocks. There are chicks out. You simply ask them how much and take them back to your hotel.

[QUOTE=BlaqBim;2826862]The only thing I'm missing is a good guide / connect if anyone would be willing to hook a brother up. Also, I won't ask a bunch of questions that have already been asked but if anyone has a link to a useful part of the thread that would be helpful for a newbie that would be awesome.[/QUOTE]Ask brother. An experienced traveler can answer you question quickly and you avoid having to wade through the piles of shit they litter the forum with here.

[B]The best information on Sosua is not found in Sosua Reports.[/B]

[QUOTE=SubCmdr;1892373]I've been in this game for years. It made me an animal. There's rules to this shit. I wrote me a manual. A step-by-step booklet for you to get your two balls drained while many pesos remain.[/QUOTE][QUOTE=BiscayneOG;2824727]That and I'm fluent in Spanish. I'll be reading through the forums, but if anyone wants to DM any advice I'll read that, too.[/QUOTE]Hit me via PM and I will give you my Whatsapp number. The fact that you speak fluent Spanish tells me you will be fine. Keep your head on a swivel and don't be led around by anyone. Have the girls keep their hands off you until you get into your room. And if the facility you are staying does not take a girls cedula, take a picture of it while she is holding it next to her head. This is a business transaction. Don't get caught up in this GFE bullshit right off the bat. It takes time to develop those types of contacts.

People helped me. I help people. That is how I pay if forward. I never forgot the idiots posting in this forum that jumped me when I was new. Some are still posting here. And don't you know, two of the original idiots from the Dominican Republic forum jumped me first thing when I posted in the Medellin thread. Human nature is wonderfully consistent.

Plan a trip to Puerta Plata. And get off the strip into the regular part of Sosua for a different change of pace. My advice is that pussy is pussy. Stay focused on the deal and not the girl. Keep an abundance mindset. There is a pussy out there at the price point you want to pay if you hold frame and let the negotiation get accomplished with your upper head.

Here is the two-day side trip I took to Haiti. As I mentioned in my last report this was an idea born out of a night drinking rum with my Haitian buddy on the beach. He needed to renew his visa. I was going to help him pay the late fee and in return he'the take me into Haiti. My girl (who at the time I had just met) was coming with us. As a side note, I wouldn't attempt this without the company of an inside man. Because my buddy was Haitian, he could speak both French and Creole (neither of which I know), he knew the route, the ins and outs at the border, and how to safely navigate once inside the country. Southern Haiti is basically a war zone right now controlled by gangs with automatic weapons. This violence has not yet reached the north, which was where we crossed.

First, we had to get to the border. I had the idea of renting a car. So, we met the next morning at one of the rental places in Sosua. Unfortunately, there was a catch: they needed me to leave my passport there. Obviously, I needed that to get into Haiti, and I couldn't tell the guy I was taking one of his rental cars there, or it would be a definite no. I offered any other compensation, but this guy was firm on the passport, so there would be no rental car.

My buddy said we could take public transport. It would take all day, but we'the get there. The journey would consist of two shared taxis and a bus. In the second taxi, about half an hour into the ride, I heard a faint thumping sound, and the car began to vibrate. Soon after, the car dropped sharply, and sparks showered against the driver's side of the car. The car swerved into oncoming traffic, which forced other vehicles to swerve out of the way, and then shot back over to our side of the road before stopping next to a ditch. After putting my heart back in my chest, I got out of the car to see what the hell happened. The front driver's side tire had flown off and was sitting in the ditch behind us about 200 feet back. I included a picture.

Between not being able to get a rental car and this tire incident, I wondered if the travel gods were trying to tell me something about traveling to Haiti. The driver of the taxi called back to his station to send another vehicle to get us. In total, this mishap set us back an hour. We continued to the bus station, catching the bus to the border, which was thankfully uneventful.

It was just getting dark when we arrived at the Ouanaminthe-Dajaband border crossing. This was pure chaos. There was a form to fill out (bring your own pen and use the wall for a desk), along with official and "unofficial" fees thanks to the color of my skin (they would hold my passport behind steel bars until I paid this unofficial fee). There were two immigration offices to go through, one on each side of the border. Actually crossing the bridge over the Massacre River (that's really its name) I had to show my passport at least half a dozen times. There was also a group of guys that stood in our way. My buddy looked down, not even daring to look them in the eye. He said, "You need to give them a little money. " When your inside man is scared, it's best to take his advice. I gave the lead guy 200 pesos, which I guess was enough to appease him, since they nodded and walked away.

Going across the bridge into Haiti was in stark contrast to the DR side: people in tattered clothes, garbage scattered around, and just a general rundown appearance in the condition of everything. But it was the people I kept my eyes on. They stared at me (since I stuck out like a sore thumb) with dead eyes and followed us. Have you ever had one of those moments where you think, "What the fuck did I just do?" This was one of those times.

As the people crowded around us in a 360-degree circle, everyone was speaking at once in Creole. My buddy and my girl hung onto each one of my arms and were yelling back at the people as we pushed through them. We caught two motorbikes and drove out of there into the center of town. Thankfully, once we got into town the attitudes of people seemed to ease. Yes, I was still stared at constantly, but it wasn't with those dead eyes. Some people just started following me around out of curiosity. By now it was completely dark and there weren't many lights on in the street. The first order of business was to change some money into Haitian Gourdes and find a place to stay for the night.

I'll write part 2 later.

[QUOTE=IronQuinn;2827220]

I'll write part 2 later.[/QUOTE]Holy shit, what a story! Looking forward to the next part!

[QUOTE=IronQuinn;2827220]Here is the two-day side trip I took to Haiti.

I'll write part 2 later.[/QUOTE]Lovely story although I am not sure I am going to try it (I was in Dajabon and looked across the bridge that crosses the river you write of) despite the fact that I too, like Haitians. Their body is taut, all those carrying stuff and walking keeps them lithe and muscular. Question: I presume you got to Santiago and caught a Caribe Express bus to Dajabon. What about the two shared taxis, where to where? Thanks.

[QUOTE=Tempoecorto;2827270]Question: I presume you got to Santiago and caught a Caribe Express bus to Dajabon. What about the two shared taxis, where to where? Thanks.[/QUOTE]Sosua to Puerto Plata, and Puerto Plata to Santiago.

Changing money on the street was the only option at this point. Here in the border town Dominican pesos were accepted, but I needed Haitian gourdes for going further into the country. I also received a crash course in the Haitian dollar. Haitians will tell you prices of things in "dollars". At first, I thought they meant US dollars, but no, they meant Haitian dollars. Here's the catch: they don't exist, it's a mythical currency. My buddy said that one "dollar" is equal to five gourdes. So, whenever I was told the price of something, I had to multiply it by five, and pay that amount in gourdes. Confused yet?

I secured a room for my girl and I at the Constellation Hotel, based on my buddy's recommendation. He said it was the most secure in town with a steel gate at roadside and a 24/7 guard armed with a shotgun. The price for a basic room was the equivalent of 50 bucks. I was finding prices here were similar or a little higher than in the DR. My buddy was staying with a friend for the night. We had looked at three rooms with AC units, but none of them worked. Finally, we settled on a room with a fan that did work.

For dinner we went to a little eatery across the way (my growing entourage following). It was a good dinner consisting of chicken, rice (with some kind of sauce), beans, and fried plantains. They also have this great rum called Barbancourt that comes in flask-sized bottles. The only unnerving part of the meal was the six Haitians that had accumulated around our table who were watching me eat. They just sat there staring at me. About halfway through the meal I just couldn't finish it. I felt like some privileged asshole eating a nice meal, while these people were obviously hungry, but couldn't afford one. I offered the last couple pieces of chicken and half my rice to them. The food disappeared in a matter of seconds.

That night the three of us went out to a "dance club". I use that term loosely. My girl was wearing a little dress she had picked out from a street vendor that cost me around 5 bucks, well worth it to see how much she liked it, and how good she looked in it. Dodging the mud puddles in the light drizzle we arrived at a little dilapidated building off the main road. There were a couple speakers playing the typical fare for the area, no door to the establishment, a bar the size of a shower stall (with three stools), three plastic tables, six plastic chairs (three of which were broken), and a large mud puddle in the entranceway. There were about ten people hanging around, some sitting. The three of us sat down at one of the tables with drinks. There was one light on in the front of the place and a little disco light in the back that shot out multiple-colored lights on the 8'x8' dance floor. There was nobody dancing, so I took my girl by the hand, and we had the whole back of the place to ourselves. My buddy took pics of us with my phone (all of which were blurry since he was already drunk from the rum at dinner). You know, even in that shitty little dive, the two of us got lost in the music, dancing with smiles from ear to ear.

Leaving my buddy, my girl and I made it back to the hotel in the rain. I turned on the fan, since it felt about a hundred degrees in that hot box of a room. All that dirty dancing had riled both of us up. The clothes came off, and we attacked each other like a couple of super magnets. Then, about ten minutes into it, the power cut off. No electricity. I'm in pitch blackness, I've got her in doggy balls deep, and looked up into the darkness as the fan made its last rotations. You've got to be kidding me. I shrugged and kept going, sweating my ass off, while I worked on hers. Afterward, we felt our way to the shower. All we had was cold water, but I was okay with that. We just rinsed off, and then climbed back into bed. I lay on my back sweating profusely. She curled up next to me, put her arm around me and her head on my chest (that's how she likes to fall asleep). Body heat was the last thing I needed, but I just smiled and shook my head. Hey, I was in a new country sleeping next to a naked Haitian goddess. Eventually, exhaustion got the best of me.

I'll conclude the trip report later in part 3.

[QUOTE=IronQuinn;2827421]Sosua to Puerto Plata, and Puerto Plata to Santiago.[/QUOTE]Thanks! The first leg is well known but I did not know about shared taxis to get to Santiago, from Pto Pta. By the way, Caribe Express from Sosua would take you to Santiago without a sweat. I. e. , in air conditioned comfort for a piddly 190 pesos or so but perhaps you already know it.

[QUOTE=IronQuinn;2827537]
For dinner we went to a little eatery across the way (my growing entourage following). It was a good dinner consisting of chicken, rice (with some kind of sauce), beans, and fried plantains. They also have this great rum called Barbancourt that comes in flask-sized bottles. The only unnerving part of the meal was the six Haitians that had accumulated around our table who were watching me eat. They just sat there staring at me. About halfway through the meal I just couldn't finish it. I felt like some privileged asshole eating a nice meal, while these people were obviously hungry, but couldn't afford one. I offered the last couple pieces of chicken and half my rice to them. The food disappeared in a matter of seconds.
[/QUOTE]Jesus that is unnerving. All seriousness that maybe the most unnerving thing I ever read here on ISG. Literally folks surronding the table, watching you eat like a lost hungry puppy but theses are human beings instead. When you see that type of supreme poverty it makes you extremely grateful of your life and more appreciative of the little things we take for granted here in western society.

BTW how did the mosquitoes treat you in Haiti? When I went to Haiti in 2011 those mosquitoes were some aggressive assholes LOL. Like they smelled fresh meat and ate me the fuck up. Literally in one night I had well over 50 mosquitoes bites. DR mosquitoes are bad but Haiti mosquitoes are on another level. Like fucking full fledge Vampires 😳.

I just read how Haitians are being run out of the the Dr like they have the plague. Last year 75,000 were deported. It is becoming a national past time. Haitians are blamed for every ill in the DR. I once read in a DR paper that 80% of working girls in Sosua were Hatians.
Gangs are running the country with no regard for any authority. They have better weapons than the police. Haiti may be the most fucked up place in the world. Iron my hat is off for you. Thanks for giving us a look into world we have not seen. Hard to imagine how rough their lives are and how powerless we are to help.

[QUOTE=CoolieHigh;2827868]Jesus that is unnerving. All seriousness that maybe the most unnerving thing I ever read here on ISG. Literally folks surronding the table, watching you eat like a lost hungry puppy but theses are human beings instead. When you see that type of supreme poverty it makes you extremely grateful of your life and more appreciative of the little things we take for granted here in western society.

BTW how did the mosquitoes treat you in Haiti? When I went to Haiti in 2011 those mosquitoes were some aggressive assholes LOL. Like they smelled fresh meat and ate me the fuck up. Literally in one night I had well over 50 mosquitoes bites. DR mosquitoes are bad but Haiti mosquitoes are on another level. Like fucking full fledge Vampires 😳.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=CoolieHigh;2827868]Jesus that is unnerving. All seriousness that maybe the most unnerving thing I ever read here on ISG. Literally folks surronding the table, watching you eat like a lost hungry puppy but theses are human beings instead. When you see that type of supreme poverty it makes you extremely grateful of your life and more appreciative of the little things we take for granted here in western society.

BTW how did the mosquitoes treat you in Haiti? When I went to Haiti in 2011 those mosquitoes were some aggressive assholes LOL. Like they smelled fresh meat and ate me the fuck up. Literally in one night I had well over 50 mosquitoes bites. DR mosquitoes are bad but Haiti mosquitoes are on another level. Like fucking full fledge Vampires 😳.[/QUOTE]I had been stared at before in some places I've traveled, but never so blatant and while I was eating like in Haiti. It was an in-the-face reality check.

I bring a small bottle of Ben's bug spray with 30% deet when I go to the tropics. That usually works for me, though I still had some bites in Haiti, like they were laughing at my bug spray.