Last night, on our way to the U2 concert in Cabarete, the traffic was gridlocked. It took half an hour to get from Banco Popular to Banco Progesso. Had I thought ahead, I would have parked up before Cabarete and taken a moto into town. However I didn't and joined the rest of the queue that was going that way.
Everyone was patiently waiting for the traffic to move, when some idiot decided to overtake the long queue and cause a further block with the traffic coming the other way. I had my window down so I put out my hand. tapped his mirror and shouted "Hey where do you think you're going?"
He slammed on his brakes. The child in the back seat went flying, he got out, slammed his door and came to my window with a very angry face on. In Spanish, he asked me what my problem was. In Spanish I asked him why he thought he was more important than everybody else waiting patiently? He replied in perfect English "Because it's my f***ing country!"
He slapped the side of my car then got into his jeep reached into his glovebox took out his gun and started waving it at me muttering something in Spanish. Drove off nearly knocking over pedestrians and motorcyclists and caused another roadblock up ahead.
The Politur were around trying (but failing) to sort out the traffic so I mentioned to him what had just happened. My girlfriend also repeated what she saw. He was not interested at all!
Well we finally got through the roadblock, to find out that it was caused by some idiot who had practically abandoned his car in the narrowest part of the street.
So I have learned a valuable lesson to keep my feelings to myself on these roads as I'm likely to get shot!
The U2 concert was excellent though and more than made up for it!
Everyone was patiently waiting for the traffic to move, when some idiot decided to overtake the long queue and cause a further block with the traffic coming the other way. I had my window down so I put out my hand. tapped his mirror and shouted "Hey where do you think you're going?"
He slammed on his brakes. The child in the back seat went flying, he got out, slammed his door and came to my window with a very angry face on. In Spanish, he asked me what my problem was. In Spanish I asked him why he thought he was more important than everybody else waiting patiently? He replied in perfect English "Because it's my f***ing country!"
He slapped the side of my car then got into his jeep reached into his glovebox took out his gun and started waving it at me muttering something in Spanish. Drove off nearly knocking over pedestrians and motorcyclists and caused another roadblock up ahead.
The Politur were around trying (but failing) to sort out the traffic so I mentioned to him what had just happened. My girlfriend also repeated what she saw. He was not interested at all!
Well we finally got through the roadblock, to find out that it was caused by some idiot who had practically abandoned his car in the narrowest part of the street.
So I have learned a valuable lesson to keep my feelings to myself on these roads as I'm likely to get shot!
The U2 concert was excellent though and more than made up for it!