Eddy said:
Remember the big Hong Kong buses with the driver on the right and a co-pilot on the left looking through the dust to check for oncomming vehicles before passing.
LOL. Another change I enjoy is having a supermarket like Playero where we can buy meat without flys swarming around and no smell of blood. Shopping for meat in Samana meant going down to the farmers' market and either wait while a chicken was killed and plucked or taking one of the ready ones that was lying on the counter. For beef, we would point to a piece we wanted on a half or quarter cow and wait for the butcher to hack it off for us. We ate more canned tuna in those days than we do now.
Our first Thanksgiving there we ate with a group of cruising people anchored in the harbor. One of the boats contributed a turkey they had been carrying for the occasion and we had the Camilo's Restaurant buy a local range-fed turkey. Camilo's cooked the birds and carved them, except what they did was to lay the cooked turkey on the counter and chop it up with a meat cleaver. Consequently when you got your piece of turkey it was anchored to part of the skeleton of the bird.
We had dressing, too, and that was quite an eye opener for the restaurant staff. One of the people from the boat brought dressing mix and prepared it in the kitchen. The cooks were dumb founded that anybody would want to stuff a dead turkey with bread.
Imagine the sort of Thanksgiving dinners Scott would be organizing if times hadn't changed in that respect.