I stayed in Boca chica for a week in October and wanted to share an experience that seemed unreal. I met a girl who worked at a bar next to my hotel and asked her to accompany me to one of the outdoor food vendors. It was late at night and I was too lazy to head out to Calle Duarte to eat, and I felt safer accompanied by a local travelling along the beach at night.
We went back to where she worked and I sat down and ate my food. It seemed that I attracted a crowd of young guys who just mulled around us. She knew them all but it still made me feel uneasy.
I finished my chicken and plantains and set the plate on the sand for some stray dog to finish the bones. A young kid who was sitting behind me jumped up and shooed the dog away with his leg, grabbed the plate and stuffed everything that was left on the plate into his mouth.
I realize that poverty in the DR is quite different and so much worse than anything I have seen here in the States, but that incident still leaves me shocked.
We went back to where she worked and I sat down and ate my food. It seemed that I attracted a crowd of young guys who just mulled around us. She knew them all but it still made me feel uneasy.
I finished my chicken and plantains and set the plate on the sand for some stray dog to finish the bones. A young kid who was sitting behind me jumped up and shooed the dog away with his leg, grabbed the plate and stuffed everything that was left on the plate into his mouth.
I realize that poverty in the DR is quite different and so much worse than anything I have seen here in the States, but that incident still leaves me shocked.