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Thread: Cabarete Diaries, part 2

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    OK which Gringo helped organize the road blockage and fire in Caberete to protest potholes. This is a worthy cause but blocking the road only irritates and alienates impatient people - especially the trash fire.

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    My buddy in Cabarete took his Drone to El Limon Waterfalls and shot this incredible short video...

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    Chapter 482 (Cashiers in the DR)

    (Anyone ever notice how cashiers in supermarkets, hardware store, colmados, etc. try and carry on different conversations while they try and ring people up at the same time.)

    I'm standing in line inside a hardware store. The line nearly snakes around the block.

    At the checkout, sits a cashier—protected behind nothing more than chicken wire and a bee-bee gun proof Plexiglass that resembles something you might find inside a porn booth at an adult bookstore.

    The cashier is surrounded by a lot of men who mostly stand around scratching their balls and then smelling their fingers. When the male staff aren’t scratching their crotches, they’re standing around shifting their penises from one side of their pants to the next--all the while, trying to look official.

    After the cashier rings everything up, a rather large man looks at each individual item and then checks them off, one by one, all the while trying to maintain different conversations with different people standing in line.

    Something that shouldn’t take more than 10 to 15-seconds takes nearly 10-minutes while he continues talking and carrying on conversations with different people.

    The cashier does the exact same thing. While ringing up your items up, she will stop and try and maintain different conversations with different people standing nearby. It’s almost as if they want to demonstrate to people that they can multi-task. But really, the only thing they manage to demonstrate is how totally inept they are when trying to do two and three things at once.

    It’s a sort of thing you might see at a state carnival show or with street hustlers, where people try to talk to you while masquerading their ruse.

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    Quote Originally Posted by frank12 View Post
    Chapter 482 (Cashiers in the DR)

    (Anyone ever notice how cashiers in supermarkets, hardware store, colmados, etc. try and carry on different conversations while they try and ring people up at the same time.)

    I'm standing in line inside a hardware store. The line nearly snakes around the block.

    At the checkout, sits a cashier—protected behind nothing more than chicken wire and a bee-bee gun proof Plexiglass that resembles something you might find inside a porn booth at an adult bookstore.

    The cashier is surrounded by a lot of men who mostly stand around scratching their balls and then smelling their fingers. When the male staff aren’t scratching their crotches, they’re standing around shifting their penises from one side of their pants to the next--all the while, trying to look official.

    After the cashier rings everything up, a rather large man looks at each individual item and then checks them off, one by one, all the while trying to maintain different conversations with different people standing in line.

    Something that shouldn’t take more than 10 to 15-seconds takes nearly 10-minutes while he continues talking and carrying on conversations with different people.

    The cashier does the exact same thing. While ringing up your items up, she will stop and try and maintain different conversations with different people standing nearby. It’s almost as if they want to demonstrate to people that they can multi-task. But really, the only thing they manage to demonstrate is how totally inept they are when trying to do two and three things at once.

    It’s a sort of thing you might see at a state carnival show or with street hustlers, where people try to talk to you while masquerading their ruse.
    But don't denigrate scratching one's balls - it's a universal pleasure, not just for Dominicans.

    Sent from my HTC One A9 using Tapatalk

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    Quote Originally Posted by chico bill View Post
    But don't denigrate scratching one's balls - it's a universal pleasure, not just for Dominicans.

    Sent from my HTC One A9 using Tapatalk
    I don't get the fascination with this ball scratching thing either ,but ok..
    Good Story though.

    and nice video of the waterfall at Limon.. as well.

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    I’m writing another book. It's only about 60-pages, and follows 30-days (from day-1 to day-30) of the absolute craziness and absurdity of some of the things that take place here on a daily basis in the DR when you are trying to open a restaurant or bar.

    It covers the bribes, the graft, and the insanity of construction methods, construction workers, and oh yeah...the officials and the permits, etc. It's pretty graphic in places, and sometimes funny in other places. It should deter any “normal” person from wanting to open a restaurant or bar in the Caribbean...or at least act as a warning.

    Chapter 4 (White Leather Shoes & Balls)

    Fatboy, the motoconcho (motorcycle taxi) driver, came in today to clean again. He was wearing his white leather shoes. I got to give him credit...this man is willing to work, and work hard! He was cleaning one of the deep fryers while standing in a 45-degree stance. His legs were spread so far apart they were nearly in different time zones. Any further and he would be in a full gymnastic split. He was doing his best to try and prevent water from splashing on his new white leather shoes. He was straddling puddles of water while he cleaned. He was now in a near full split and with his pants slowly ripping at the crotch. The crotch seams simply couldn’t sustain the position any longer. He didn’t care. He whistled and laughed as he worked. He treated everything as normal. He was just happy to be making money.

    I studied Fatboy. I turned him upside down and dissected him. He was remarkable. It was astonishing to see a full-grown man—who stands no more than 5’5, 250lbs, out of shape, doing a full gymnastic split. Apparently, his white leather shoes meant a lot to him. A whole lot. He was making quite a valiant effort to prevent any water from reaching them. And by all accounts, he was doing a damn good job at it. His feet were so far apart now that his genitals were now resting comfortably in a pool of water on the broken concrete floor. And what genitals! My god, the man had balls bigger than any full grown bull I have ever seen. They were enormous. Gigantic. All the construction workers were pointing at them and laughing. He didn’t care. He just smiled and whistled while he worked. He treated everything like it was normal. He seemed oblivious to being teased. I was studying him. He was amazing. More than that, he was extremely limber. His stance was a “10” on any gymnastics scale. One look at him and you just knew he had done this before.

    Everyone pointed and laughed as they worked alongside him. Of course, every Dominican in the room could also easily relate to his situation. Here in the DR, when it rains, everyone does their utmost to protect and keep their clothes and shoes dry. No one can afford to ruin their only good pair of leather dress shoes. Clothes and shoes are a premium on a poor island where people struggle to make US $50 a week. Shoes here are taken seriously. Very seriously. They describe a person’s personality. And Fatboy’s white leather shoes screamed Al Capone, but his balls screamed Porn Star. I kept taking sideway glances at them. They were gigantic. They were the biggest balls I have ever seen on a Human being. They must have attributed to at least 20% of his body weight. In any other country, he would be arrested. Not here. Here, this is simply the price you pay for saving perfectly good, white leather.

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    Quote Originally Posted by frank12 View Post
    Chapter 482 (Cashiers in the DR)

    (Anyone ever notice how cashiers in supermarkets, hardware store, colmados, etc. try and carry on different conversations while they try and ring people up at the same time.)

    I'm standing in line inside a hardware store. The line nearly snakes around the block.

    At the checkout, sits a cashier—protected behind nothing more than chicken wire and a bee-bee gun proof Plexiglass that resembles something you might find inside a porn booth at an adult bookstore.

    The cashier is surrounded by a lot of men who mostly stand around scratching their balls and then smelling their fingers. When the male staff aren’t scratching their crotches, they’re standing around shifting their penises from one side of their pants to the next--all the while, trying to look official.

    After the cashier rings everything up, a rather large man looks at each individual item and then checks them off, one by one, all the while trying to maintain different conversations with different people standing in line.

    Something that shouldn’t take more than 10 to 15-seconds takes nearly 10-minutes while he continues talking and carrying on conversations with different people.

    The cashier does the exact same thing. While ringing up your items up, she will stop and try and maintain different conversations with different people standing nearby. It’s almost as if they want to demonstrate to people that they can multi-task. But really, the only thing they manage to demonstrate is how totally inept they are when trying to do two and three things at once.

    It’s a sort of thing you might see at a state carnival show or with street hustlers, where people try to talk to you while masquerading their ruse.
    ...I think the problem with chewing gum and breathing,{ more than one thing}, is their frontal lobe is not ambi dexterious....

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    I guess bringing CHEAP Shoes or sneakers in a bag, to wear while working in the Kitchen would make too much sense ..
    And he could still ROCK his white Leather shoes , even make a big Display of it , taking them off and on, when he comes to, and leaves work..

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    Chapter 483 (Subgroup of Dominicans--and How to Integrate & Assimilate)

    The dynamics are hard to explain or even put into words, and even for me--being half-Dominican and completing part of my high school education here (Bonao)--I still have trouble fully grasping or explaining it. Nevertheless, here it goes...

    1.) Language barrier is probably the biggest hurdle to integration. Once you get past that, then you have…

    2.) Education differences. If you are on the same education level, great, if not, then the next hurdle is…

    3.) Income differences. This is where things can get murky and weird, and the world can get turned upside down. Dominicans with a lot of education and a lot of money will have more in common with someone like Bill Gates or Donald Trump than they will have with someone like you or me (I have a couple Dominican cousins in this weird and murky world, and we have about as much in common as two people from different planets).

    The very rich Dominicans--in particular the ones with a lot of education to go along with it—Doctors, CEO’s, International lawyers, Real Estate developers, Mega-Agriculture owners, etc. have maids and chauffeurs. Even their children have chauffeurs who take them to International Schools in SD—educations that cost US $15,000 or more per student, per year. They drive Porsche's & Supercars, and possess more toys then can fit in a triple wide American garage. They send their children to private colleges in the USA, and many of these kids attend very expensive Tennis Camps & other camps in Miami, Florida, and elsewhere, and get to travel around the world.

    4.) Dominicans that are Middle Class, and possess good educations with modest lifestyles are easier for me to relate to. But, sometimes, even with them--your life experiences compared to their life experiences can be from different planets or galaxies altogether. Often they have grown up in an environment very different than someone who's grown up in a western Industrial country with consistent electricity flow, harsh winters, snow, unemployment benefits, drinking from the faucet, disability checks, gangs, mega-high schools, efficient transportation--trains, trolleys, and owning your own car at 16yrs of age. Nope, in the DR, people are not getting a car at 16yrs of age, and 99% of Dominicans cannot relate to retiring early and collecting beautiful disability checks, significant unemployment benefits, decent SS checks, 401k Programs, etc. And Dominicans are not waiting until after high school to lose one's virginity.

    5.) Dominicans that came from absolutely nothing, but made it, and now own small businesses of their own, don't possess much education, but made it financially through sheer tenacity and hard work, are many. It will be hard for many expats to relate to them, simply because, although they have money, they are still living like they did when they grew up—only now with Beverly Hillbilly tastes and Green Acres type living with roosters & chickens running around their yards--even in the middle of SD. Many of the men have lots of girlfriends and concubines, and are doing things that—as an expat—you will never be able to even remotely relate too. I have a few of these cousins as well. (My father came from the Campo, and never lived with Main Grid electricity, a hot water tank, washing machine, a flushing toilet, an electric stove, A/C. a generator (Planta) or a car. and in fact, he had never even seen these things until he went to the US in 1959).

    6.) Dominicans that possess a little bit of higher education, and possess decent jobs--often are low-level manager's at Presidente, Coco-cola, Orange, Banco Popular, etc.--but they are not making that much money in the grand scheme of things, and their education and your education is different. Also, because of their very modest incomes, they tend to have car loans, furniture loans, scooter loans etc. They also tend to have their heads just above water, but not by much, and often they are only one or two paychecks away from getting their car or furniture repossessed. Yes, furniture repossession (many people buy furniture on credit) Yes, they have decent jobs, but they are so in debt that they cannot even remotely relate to someone receiving a monthly government check from the USA or Canada--and who's only problem in life is trying to decide what kind of steak to order at a restaurant, and which wine to pair it with. Nothing wrong with that, just two different worlds.

    7.) Dominican low salary workers--these are the people working in the service industry and supermarkets, colmados, hardware stores, hotels, phone stores, Banca booths, etc. These are low-income workers on salaries between 8,000 to $12,000 pesos a month. These people only qualify for high interest loans who’s interest rates reach up to the stratosphere and beyond. They pay unbelievable interest rates not from this planet or even this galaxy. They have no other way of purchasing their scooters, furniture, clothes, phones, and modest apartments. They have never been out of debt. They do not have phone minutes to call you back or anyone else. They are always borrowing money to make ends meet. They possess super-duper high interest loans that many of them have absolutely no hope in hell of ever paying down in this lifetime, or even in their next lifetime.

    8.) (Dominicans who left the island and then returned). These are people who were lucky enough to get off the island and reach some rich western country which allowed their hard work and perseverance to pay off (my father was one of these people. He left the DR in 1959). He, like many in this subset of Dominicans, came back to the island after they retired and lived happily ever after collecting their US SS checks in $$Dollars that is direct deposited on the 1st of every month. This sub group tends to have a more worldly views of things and the necessary education and income that allows them to live in a manner that they had never experienced before leaving the island.

    9.) Dominicans that have small successful businesses, or professionals that affords them a level of submersion into other economic groups which allows them to easily mix with expats and educated foreigners. This group--local lawyers, doctors, accountants, dentists, etc. tend to be older, live modestly and within their means, and possess no high interest loans, and therefore, do not buy their furniture, cars, or any real estate with high interest loans. Basically, they're just wealthy enough to live a comfortable lifestyle that is more in common with American Middle Class.

    10,) (Dominicans who left the island and drifted towards crime). These are people who were lucky enough to get off the island and reach a wealthy country--I.E- the USA, but because they possessed little, to no education, some of them turned to drug dealing or other kinds of illegal street activity--scams, etc (i have a Dominican cousin who went this route). Many of these people were a product of seeing too many mafia & action movies--saw Scarface way too many times--and internalized the values of Scarface, and therefore, wanted to have that kind of lifestyle without having to work or study hard to achieve it. These are the Tigueres that eventually get caught and get deported back to the DR, where, because they speak a decent English, are able to integrate themselves into different expat groups.

    There are more groups and sub-groups--and even subsets of sub-groups, but keep in mind that I'm only generalizing here, and to be honest, I haven't had enough time to really think about it, so i may go back and re-edit this several more times before I am satisfied with my answer.

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    Quote Originally Posted by frank12 View Post
    I have never taken that turn off myself, but Justin James, the musician--takes this route every week when he drives to Punta Cana to do a gig on the weekends. He said its by far, the best way to go--since you by-pass Boca Chica altogether--plus you save considerable time as well. Next time i go to Punta Cana, i will take this way.

    Frank
    Frank I am going to drive to Punta Cana soon (need a change from the North Coast doldrums and neighbors rooster.
    Is there anyway to plot this 5-hour route on a map and post it. Your friend Justin must have practiced for Nascar. Is he entered into the Indy 500 this weekend ?>

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