My god! The boredom! The stagnant city!
What is there to do? I must've been to cute little kiosks of artisans selling guayacan or horn or larimar or silver or amber necklaces about a thousand times. I've been to those presentations on "52 years of communism in Cuba", "The Era of Trujillo and Cult of Personality", "Duarte, Sanchez, and Mella - Courage for the Nation" and other gross performances of mental masturbation. I've seen the "typical" dancing in atypical dresses and hats. I've been to Guloya, Las Mascaras, the Dominico-Americano, and the Teatro Nacional. I don't know how many times I've walked a million times through the colonial zone (mostly because there's NOWHERE else one can freely walk without being hit by a car, be utterly depressed by any of the miradores or find yourself in the beautiful yet immensely boring botanical garden); down the same old streets hearing the tourist guides give five hundred different stories behind the supposedly noteworthy grate at the National Pantheon or who exactly lived at the Alcazar.
What else is there to do? Where can I go and not be surrounded by jevitos or, possibly worse (I don't even know anymore), being surrounded by inane political chatter, bachata and loudness? Where can I go to feel less like Napoleon in St Helena and more like a kid in a toy shop? Where is the culture? I don't mean music, colourful souvenirs and all those touristy things... I also don't mean the deep analyses of the Dominican Republic's contributions to Afro-Caribbean religious practices or studies on the political coups caused by mamajuana throughout the ages. No. I mean where can one go to be with decent people, talking about interesting, non-repetitive things, and enjoying a beautiful day without having to resort to cheap PLDPRDPRSC jokes or unoriginal observations about how "Nosotros los Dominicanos debemos/tenemos/hacemos/jodemos...."
I am going mad with boredom.
Stupid Wednesdays.
What is there to do? I must've been to cute little kiosks of artisans selling guayacan or horn or larimar or silver or amber necklaces about a thousand times. I've been to those presentations on "52 years of communism in Cuba", "The Era of Trujillo and Cult of Personality", "Duarte, Sanchez, and Mella - Courage for the Nation" and other gross performances of mental masturbation. I've seen the "typical" dancing in atypical dresses and hats. I've been to Guloya, Las Mascaras, the Dominico-Americano, and the Teatro Nacional. I don't know how many times I've walked a million times through the colonial zone (mostly because there's NOWHERE else one can freely walk without being hit by a car, be utterly depressed by any of the miradores or find yourself in the beautiful yet immensely boring botanical garden); down the same old streets hearing the tourist guides give five hundred different stories behind the supposedly noteworthy grate at the National Pantheon or who exactly lived at the Alcazar.
What else is there to do? Where can I go and not be surrounded by jevitos or, possibly worse (I don't even know anymore), being surrounded by inane political chatter, bachata and loudness? Where can I go to feel less like Napoleon in St Helena and more like a kid in a toy shop? Where is the culture? I don't mean music, colourful souvenirs and all those touristy things... I also don't mean the deep analyses of the Dominican Republic's contributions to Afro-Caribbean religious practices or studies on the political coups caused by mamajuana throughout the ages. No. I mean where can one go to be with decent people, talking about interesting, non-repetitive things, and enjoying a beautiful day without having to resort to cheap PLDPRDPRSC jokes or unoriginal observations about how "Nosotros los Dominicanos debemos/tenemos/hacemos/jodemos...."
I am going mad with boredom.
Stupid Wednesdays.
