I have been holed up down here in the Dominican republic for near three months now. I was afraid that it might make me hate America, all of the poverty and whatnot. But -I tell you what- I've only had one hot shower in three months and my grunion is not any the better for it. I miss home.
I have had the oppertunity to travel from my hometown of Pedro Sanchez and visit some surrounding areas. This past weekend, I rolled
north to this park called Los haitsis. I think that the translation is "dead indians and crazy people." There are a lot of legends about beautiful women walking around the islands and through caves...with their feet on backward, and probably looking for people to eat. It's all Columbus' fault. Here, everyone is looking to eat you, Especially haitians.

We saw a good amount of Pre-Columbian cave drawings. The guide (the first Dominican that I have met that is aware of the concept of rules), wouldn't let me take pictures, so I reproduced some on paintbrush. enjoy.
is the freakin`JUNGLE. It rains every day. In fact, it rained on us while we were on this tour.
Also photographed is the bow of this serious old wooden boat that we took way out to some islands. the motor died several times on the way back. We tried to paddle for a while with a broken kayak paddle, but considering that we were in the ocean, and the boat weighed about 2 tons, we did not make much headway. I think the Dominican didn't buy enough gas. Ass.

Also photographed are some figurines that are thinking about joel. My "bus" that I took through Jurrasic Park. -Note the door does not shut, even while careening down steep mountain passes. And an ancient Taino warrior. Apparently the indegenous people looked like muppets...and enjoyed chewing their nails.
Also photographed is the bow of this serious old wooden boat that we took way out to some islands. the motor died several times on the way back. We tried to paddle for a while with a broken kayak paddle, but considering that we were in the ocean, and the boat weighed about 2 tons, we did not make much headway. I think the Dominican didn't buy enough gas. Ass.
Also photographed are some figurines that are thinking about joel. My "bus" that I took through Jurrasic Park. -Note the door does not shut, even while careening down steep mountain passes. And an ancient Taino warrior. Apparently the indegenous people looked like muppets...and enjoyed chewing their nails.
I don't really have a job here. I do the dishes and wash clothes. I also help this guy install water filters for 1 peso a pop. I suppose that I also built a garden. Considering our yard has an inch of standing water, that's not so weak of an achievement.
I have also been slightly influenced by the culture. I now have not one but two pairs of tight pants. think pippo-pants, but not tight on the ankles. and sexy.
laters,
jeffro
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