I'll try to make this short and sweet. Flew into Santiago with Bronxboy and was picked up and driven to the campo by a fellow DR1 member. We got to Villa Bao and I hung out in the campo for my whole stay with another DR1 member. The hospitality was incredible on all sides.
Trip purpose-to relax. To stock up on my much-needed medication. To do as little as humanly possible. To get the stuff I brought from NYC to all DR1 parties concerned.
I've known Bronxboy for years, but this was the first time we've hung out in the DR. Talk about the perfect wingman. When he came to pick me up to go to the airport, I had, along with my luggage, two huge bags of stuff for the peeps in the DR. He didn't even mention it on the ride over, didn't complain, and when we got into the airport terminal we got down to the process of getting the stuff in our already overpacked luggage while being cognizant of the weight limit. Thank goodness for the scales at the airport.
The first failed attempt he was over the limit and I was under. We decided to re-shuffle some things and his bag came in underweight and mine was over. A bit more finagling and we got it right. Since Bronxboy didn't have a carry-on we put some things in a plastic bag and he got on the plane with it.
We get to Santiago, no worries. On the flight, I had an aisle seat with someone sitting next to me and the window seat unoccupied. This is the third time this has happened to me, where we have an extra seat in the aisle and the person sitting next to me refuses to change seats so we can both be more comfortable.
Coming back there was an elderly lady in my seat who refused to budge, and I was not trying to sit anywhere but in the aisle seat. So someone was kind enough to switch seats with me and all was good. But the same thing happened. Some lady sat next to me with the window seat unoccupied and refused to move so we could BOTH have more room.
I've visited campos in the DR before but never stayed as long as this recent trip. Definitely an eye-opening experience. Here are some pics-
The local baseball field, "El Play de Villa Bao-
Typical campo road-
Tobacco drying in a shed-
Local tobacco fields-
Trip purpose-to relax. To stock up on my much-needed medication. To do as little as humanly possible. To get the stuff I brought from NYC to all DR1 parties concerned.
I've known Bronxboy for years, but this was the first time we've hung out in the DR. Talk about the perfect wingman. When he came to pick me up to go to the airport, I had, along with my luggage, two huge bags of stuff for the peeps in the DR. He didn't even mention it on the ride over, didn't complain, and when we got into the airport terminal we got down to the process of getting the stuff in our already overpacked luggage while being cognizant of the weight limit. Thank goodness for the scales at the airport.
The first failed attempt he was over the limit and I was under. We decided to re-shuffle some things and his bag came in underweight and mine was over. A bit more finagling and we got it right. Since Bronxboy didn't have a carry-on we put some things in a plastic bag and he got on the plane with it.
We get to Santiago, no worries. On the flight, I had an aisle seat with someone sitting next to me and the window seat unoccupied. This is the third time this has happened to me, where we have an extra seat in the aisle and the person sitting next to me refuses to change seats so we can both be more comfortable.
Coming back there was an elderly lady in my seat who refused to budge, and I was not trying to sit anywhere but in the aisle seat. So someone was kind enough to switch seats with me and all was good. But the same thing happened. Some lady sat next to me with the window seat unoccupied and refused to move so we could BOTH have more room.
I've visited campos in the DR before but never stayed as long as this recent trip. Definitely an eye-opening experience. Here are some pics-
The local baseball field, "El Play de Villa Bao-
Typical campo road-
Tobacco drying in a shed-
Local tobacco fields-
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