I got out at Sabana Perdida and boarded the next one, to Charles de Gaulle, a very appropriate name for a transit station in Santo Domingo Norte since that dude had such strong connections to the local community
And when I got there somebody told me that it is mandatory that you get out because they do not let you stay on all day, so I got out out, walked around and then got back in. Now, an investor staying at a posh hotel such as Barcelo and riding a limo to this tourist attraction, then seeing the riparian residents’ living conditions might ponder ways, like a chess player, to make a buck investing in a business that would incidentally put persons to work. The first order of business is to remove the bureaucratic obstacles to investing.
Now imagine a female alighting at that transfer spot and reading the sign,
Estás en Sabana Perdida and replying, “I am not in the sabana and I’m not lost.” (It probably wasn’t funny the first time somebody said it.)