Day 3 continued. Carnaval
pequeno follows behind and i take one hundred pesos from my pocket. i peel off and walk towards pg and hand him the 100 peso bill. i place it in his hand and tell him "no quiero nada mas contigo." he got the hint and the dutchman and i crossed ave 27 and settled our nerves on a presidente grande while we waited for our taxi. i was still pissed about spending this much time on our last day to chase pussy in vein. i calmed down and we headed back towards the jaguar. we both did a preliminary pack and decided to see the sights of the carnaval before our 6:30 flight.
we go through the back lot of the jaragua towards the malecon. there was a definite excitement in the air and a pair of dominicanas walking 10 steps ahead of us. one was markedly better looking then the other. i start chatting up the less good looking one as to not make my intentions so transparent. we talk a bit and gain rapport very quickly. i then ask the good looking one what her name is and we begin small talk. i tell her that she is very beautiful and i was not lying. i ask her if she has a bf and she says yes. i then ask her if she is happy with him. she answers less than enthusiastically. i ask her if i can have her number and meet with her for a cup of coffee the next time i return. she punches her number into my cheap dominican cell phone as we approach the back of the presidente tent. the girls start speaking to the security at the stairs leading up to the tent. the less attractive girl tells us to follow them as she speaks to security. they place the green presidente wristband on our arms and we climb the stairs to the party. as we enter there are beautiful presidente girls handing out shirts, hats, and beads and the atmosphere is electric. i walk another step and workers hand me a cold can of presidente. the dutchman and i don't know how to react, forty minutes ago we were possibly facing being mugged, and now? we drink a beer and the girls settle in close to a small group of dominican guys. the dutchman and i settle in about 20 feet away. i am not sure if one of those guys is her boyfriend and i don't want to make the situation awkward. the dutchman and i can no believe where we are and ask ourselves,"how do we leave?" we somehow weaseled our way into the presidente vip tent complete with live tv broadcast.