Presently in Boca Chica and plan to do most of my trip report after I return. I need to straighten out some network/security issues. I did want to start a report for random thoughts and observations.
I arrived last Thursday and had the good fortune to have Sr. Tranquillo and Ken show me the ropes. Ken is a great guy although Canadian. I would also like to note that Ken is Yayow’s nephew-in-law. A good story in its own right.
Second morning I decided to stop down to the Tucano for its legendary breakfast. It was of course closed and appears to have been for months. I go across the street and had coffee, a pastry and a fruit juice. I carefully ask (in Spanish) if it was a fresh fruit. I was assured it was. I verified that it did not have ice. She verified that it did not. I ask what kinds they have. She replied orange and pineapple. I ask for an orange. She then said that they were out of oranges. I looked at her and said in that case I believe I will have the pineapple. I see her take a pineapple and some type of syrup to the back and hear the blender running. In a few minutes I am relaxing and take a big drink of my fruit juice. It is a thick smoothie obviously made with ice. I ask the girl about this. She says that is correct, it is made with ice but she assured me that it was not over ice. Again I had a refreshing reminder of Dominican logic. I obviously did not ask the question correctly. I also had a premonition that this may not be a good thing.
Saturday afternoon I had a friend from Dominican cupid come up for lunch. As the day went along I realized that things were going bad quickly. Mid afternoon I told her that I was not feeling well and that she should return home. I added on the bit about me not feeling well, that I care for her so much and that I do not want her and her daughter to get sick. Also that she should come up the next weekend and stay over. She readily agreed and we set it up for the following week.
Quick side note on Dominican cupid. When you see beautiful photos of perky breasts, a flat stomach, and curvy behind these may be photos of before she had the daughter. When they are 23 they bounce back quickly but not necessarily all the way.
Saturday evening not feeling well. Go to the pharmacy and get multiple medications. On the way back to the hotel I have two hardcore putas latch on to me.
Me: Lo siento no tengo tiempo.
Puta 1: Nos solo hablar, hola mi amor.
Me: Lo siento, pero no, mi le gusta returna a mi hotel.
Puta 2: Poque esta su muy mal? Nos solo que gusta hablar. Le gusta un massage??
Me (patience nearing and end): Uno- no me gusta un massage.
Segundo – no me gusta sexo.
Tresero – no me gusta “freeky-freeky.
Yo infermo en me estomago. Yo nessasita me bano. En un minute me pantalones possible me bano. Le gusta ayudame con me mierde?
At that point they both let go of my arms and stared at me. Blank stare (lights are on but no one home) the only expression was “why does he no want freeky-freeky with me?
To be continued……
Originally Posted by Count
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