I ll never forget how in december 2001 (not even rainseason) I almost drowned in my 1994 ford explorer, stowed with all my belongings (moving from one rented room to another), when I thought my 'yeepeta' was big enough to pass through the 'bad?n' in Lorenzo Desperadel (in front of Club Los Prados in Santo Domingo), laughing at the poor suckers in their toyota corollas that had to go back. When I was half way my vehicle started floating, then water entered, the water kept coming until it was above my dashboard! (the radio was under water). Happily I had manual windows so I could open a window and climb out, in my suit, the water came to my chest.
My (then) girlfriend (now wife) was sure that this would be the trigger for me to go back to my country, the only stuff I had here were CD's and books and my clothes....all wet...I told my 5 year old this story a while ago, and I heard him telling it to his cousins, it seems it had an impact on him. On me too, cause after 10 years, of which 5 we lived in Europe, I still am a little nervous passing through any charco of which I dont know how deep it is....