OK, i made it to Las Terrenas on a scooter. It took 2:20 to reach downtown from Cabarete--155km so far and i still have a quarter tank of gas left in a scooter that only holds 1.5 galloons. I got a late start from Cabarete, so i got here when it was dark.
Anyway, back to sex, relationships, and cruise ships. Yeah, i know ships. I also know poontang; i just ordered a trio of poontang right here at Alisei in Las Terrenas. I worked out of old San Juan for one year straight: 6/1/90--6/1/91. All of the cruise ships dock together in Old San Juan. There used to be a bar in Old San Juan called...wait...are you ready? "Black Angus." Whenever the ships docked, the officers, staff, and crew went running...I mean running to the "Black Angus." Once there, they were in heaven. yes, the place was air-conditioned. They also had an oval bar which seated around 40 people. They had all kinds of desserts coming around. Above the Black Angus was a motel with a back staircase that went from inside the bar up to the motel. Upstairs, they had off-duty San juan police officers standing guard. They also had fully armed off-duty police officers in the parking lot and front door. It had to be the most secure place in town.
But listen, this is what i want to tell you about my religious experience at the Black Angus...while all the other officers, staff, and crew--literally hundreds of them--ran down to the Black Angus to indulge in the festivities, i was busy trying to convert the girls over to Christianity. I'm serious. I was upstairs trying to throw everyone's legs up to Jesus. Let's face it, you're never closer to Jesus then when you are in a glorified brothel on a small island, in the middle of the Caribbean, throwing everything you have into late night bible studies.
Every island in the Caribbean has a special house for worship and throwing one's legs up to Jesus--i know because I've been to many of them throughout the Caribbean and paid my respects. These places of worship are visited by sailors throughout the world. Sailors always know where to find the lord. It's been that way for centuries. I think it started with Sinbad, then continued you on with Blackbeard, Bluebeard, Redbeard, Brownbeard, and Blondbeard.
My co-workers aboard ships told me that the Black Angus is no longer with us, however, new places of worship has since taken over and cruise staff now flock to new places to throw their legs up to Jesus and sing his praises.
Hallelujah! Love Frank
