Adventure: Viernes

As the saying goes, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry much better than expected.

On Friday morning, the plan was originally to meet in Las Terrenas, me via bus from Santo Domingo and Robin by moto from Cabarete, where he was staying and surfing at the time. It didn’t work out that way, at all. Continue reading


June 21

I have a new page, its name is Goals. It was born on June 20th, three days after my mother’s birthday that I forgot about, and one day after Father’s Day which I also forgot about. Who wants to adopt this wonderful, caring son?

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June 15

First off, congratulations to the Bruins and all of their fans for winning the Stanley Cup kicking the teeth out of the Canucks through the back of their collective skull. Wish I was there. I’ve been experiencing the rabid fanbase from up close all season, and I’m glad it didn’t end in futility like said rabid fanbase saw with my beloved Seahawks this year (I’m still ‘In’). I don’t really follow hockey, but through osmosis the Bruins seemed to be a team I’d root for. They have an unconventional old goalie who is funny, doesn’t worry about contract situations or anything like that, and puts up beastly numbers alongside ghastly ones. I’m pretty sure he’s getting MVP. They also have a pretty ugly (Marchand, Chara), old (Recchi), and tall (Chara) squad, and beat the best, dirtiest, and favored team in honor of their compadre who was unfairly taken out of the series and endangered bears worldwide. I guess you can compare them to the Packers this year (#6 seeds). Oh also, I hate two Boston teams (Celtics and Patriots), mainly because of the way some of their fans are, but the only Bruins fans I’ve met have always f…reaking loved them more than anything, which makes them better, although sometimes not less obnoxious. I actually think in 6-10 years I’ll know about 5 little babies with the names “Tim Thomas ___”, gender unseen. Did I just write that much about hockey?

Anyways, this week:

– Today I left the house with about 330 pesos (~$9) on my way to following another set of meetings in a new barrio different from last week. That’s not that much, but it wasn’t hard at all to make it last. This is how it broke down:

  • 7:45 – 25 pesos for carro público to meet up with my ride to Los Alcarrizos
  • 12:30 – 94 pesos for lunch; a serving of arroz somethingsomething and a serving of cerdo (pork)
  • 4:15 – 200 pesos for the taxi back to Santo Domingo proper, which dropped me off where a carro publico route starts
  • 4:30 – 48 pesos for the carro publico. I started from the very beginning and apparently halfway through you have to pay again if you’re taking the whole route. I only had 23 pesos left at Avenida Abraham Lincoln (they love naming streets after foreign dignitaries)
  • HOLY #$(% the biggest cockroach I have ever seen just flew by my head in my room
  • Anyways, the guy let me get away with 2 pesos, and I got home safely.

– Seriously, about that cockroach. I had no idea they flew, no wonder they have survived for so long (and will outlive us when the second coming happens in May October) and have a song just for them. I wish I did. I towel-whipped that thing as hard as I could against my door, and it just landed and crawled to the corner. I hunted that mudder down and hit it again, and it had the balls (seriously, bigger than mine) to crawl through me to get to the door outside. I even had a 2-month old vicious beast guarding the doorway…Fine, the pup didn’t even notice.

– I went to the local gym with a buddy for the first time after running along the Malecon yesterday. It’s on the sixth floor in Zona Colonial, with an awesome view all the way around. As for the inside, the thing is a true sweat-box. It’s pretty awesome though, there are three floors of pure working out, just steel and rubber and club music and reggaeton and Dominican music and Dominican women and power lifting and sweat and all that. The windows are open and a few ceiling fans are on for ventilation, but this place isn’t about comfort. It was twice as hard doing my normal routine, but I like it. I don’t know how anyone could work out in Marino (NU gym) anymore, it’s so comfortable compared to this I’d feel like taking a nap. “Oooh, can I please have the latest Home & Garden, I’m going to grab my favorite Stairmaster near the air conditioning, then move to the treadmill with the television in time for the re-run of Real World.” They had a couple stairmasters with televisions on them in this place, but they were either off or had a very blurry man in a beater yelling at the person telling them they’re demasiada gorda, gorda gorda gorda!!! Also, this place is only going to set me back $17 a month.

– I’m leaving for Cabarete tomorrow night for 3 days of surfing and partying and staying in a “Tarzan’s Treehouse” on the North side of the Republica. I’m not going to brag too much yet, but this is going to be a great kickstart to seeing the whole island (I know…Haiti).

– My Kindle developed a case of epilepsy and is not cooperating with anything I want to do. It shows multiple screens at once and won’t get fixed through reseting. This is a real pain in the azucar. I’m 80% through the book I’m reading (another pain is the lack of page numbers and not knowing how fast your pace is), and now I can’t finish it. Hey Amazon, if you’re going to advertise that you have something just like a book but better because it’s all of them, make sure it works everywhere a real book can work. Especially the g-darn beach. Really? Did you do any field testing? I was even super careful not to get it wet or get it near any sand, but apparently I should put some sunscreen on that little turd next time. My 5 year old (ancient) computer is acting like a Tim Thomas right now through the heat and humidity and ants, and this brand new book has folded like a piece of used book paper (oh how I miss that). Alright, luddite rant over. There’s a reason a book hasn’t been improved in millenia.

Stay classy, hombres. See you Sunday night.

Reading: I don’t want to talk about it

Listening: In Through the Out Door, Led Zeppelin

Dominicanismo: I’m starting to run out of these, so I’ll just point them out when a funny one comes along.