I have used the boards on Club Hombre for much of my information regarding Sosua. It has been written up quite heavily and aside from new developments I believe the topic has been covered nicely.

So with that in mind, my observations will cover some philosophy and a slightly critical look at what Sosua is all about.

After my trip to Blackbeards, I learned something about the interrelationship between the ex-pats, the tourist and the general female population. I can say this will open up a can of worms about which much will be debated. The only way to avoid arguement would be to realize the population there is segmented and each segment has its own peculiarities.

Would you believe the individuals most in demand in this area (and perhaps all of the Dominican) is NOT the good looking young adonis but rather the older individual, preferably living in the Dominican and an ex-pat of Canada or the US. At the moment, there are many Canadians living in the Dominican Republic and enjoying the good weather and the good times.

The reason for the high demand for older guys is relative to the experiences the females have had with the younger crowd. The dominican female finds the dominican man too macho for their liking.

In addition, the females find the young lotharios are fly-by night. Here today, gone to-morrow. In order to satisfy their need for children and a family, they would prefer to associate themselves with the older, more stable types.

I stumbled across this anomaly quite by accident. I met the girl I spent all my time with by asking an employee at the D'Piero Residences if they knew of someone who would like to go for dinner with a Cabellero. (I consider myself a gentleman when it comes to my association with a female.) My request was immediately met and there was a young, slim huge busted young black girl from the Campo.(farm) She would be considered to be a campisena. She arrived for a casual date and wound up staying more than three weeks with me, close by my side and very attentive to my every need. We spent 24 hours a day together. We shopped at the supermarket, she cooked meals, and when necessary did my laundry. She scrubbed my back as we showered together.

At first, her behaviour was rather puzzling to me. Here I am, ready for the bone-yard and here is this attractive woman focused on me. In Canada, I am barely worth a glance from any female, let alone a nicely figured woman with a nice bust. She had a pleasant smile and she really started to catch on to my sense of humour.

I find the dominicans do not respond well to stand up jokes. However, I thought I would still try to get across any humor I might muster up and shout out in my broken spanish..which is a laugh in itself. There usually was a brief discussion and a time delay before the laughter broke out as the content of the story (joke) evolved. The Dominicans seemed to enjoy cartoons, serious TV conversations about daily life and a very limited amount of humour. Me, I can't help myself. Whenever I can I will let rip anything which will make the listener (and myself) laugh.

I actually forgot how old I was while in Sosua. Between my companion and the local pay-for-play girls grabbing at my crotch, my self-image of a has-been monger melted away. This in itself, was worth the price of the trip.

Regarding the putas. The discotek called Classicos is definitely the place to make contact.

However, the image of the girl from other villages arriving to make a few dollars through the tourist trade is only partially correct. There are free lancers who ply the streets and the bars and disco but then there are those whom I observed while standing across the street from Classicos.

I had arrived early to get a handle on what can be expected up-stairs in the dance hall. What I saw changed my nieve image of Sosua. Luxury vehicles with a well dressed driver would let off up to 10 girls per vehicle. This was not a taxi.

I saw other groups arrive as well, 6 or 8 at a time. When a girl arrived on the back of a moto-concho (local transportation on the back of motorcycle) I observed whether the driver was paid or not. Most of the time the girls were dropped off and left directly for Classico, went straight to the stairs and then upstairs with the presentation of a pre-paid ticket. What I made of this observation is that the Sosua scene is not so ad-hoc with free-lancers arriving for some weekend income. I saw this as an organized event and entreprenurial modus operandi. In the Domincan, prostitution is legal, but it is illegal to act as a pimp or to earn an income from the girls being dropped off. By the way, each of these girls were costumed out, nice dress and sexy looking which was an exhibition of more marketing skills.

I repeat, not all girls were connected. What I saw correlated directly with another mongers report which stated anyone who expected to pull a free-be out of the disco would be going home alone at the end of the evening. My holiday partner was at my side watching all of this and she too was fascinated at the sight.

I bought a ticket for her and myself and I gave both stubs to her which at 150 pesos per entrant entitled the individual to a single president beer. My partner got two. However, when I went to buy myself a beer, the price of this watered down tasteless product which sells anywhere on the street for 90 pesos or less, was priced at 225 pesos. ($6.08).

I floated around the dancehall to get a feel for the place and I can tell you there were some super specials (not necessarily at a discount and more likely at a premium) around. Had my partner not been waiting at the bar for me, I would have imposed myself (at least tried to) on at least several of these stunners.

I expected a latin-american feel to the disco. Wrong. Rap music was the choice and played at a very high decibel rate. The noise finally drove me out after having several of the more aggressive girls trying to entice me.

Upon leaving the disco accompanied, there was a local tout, speaking English, asking if I needed a moto-concho. I said no. What I did do was ask what was the fare for two of us on one bike. The answer was 100 pesos ($2.72) for a short ride up the street. I passed on this and went up a half a block and paid 50 pesos. I just do not like being ripped off. The money did'nt matter but the principle did.

While on the topic of Moto-concho any potential passenger should always ask how much before getting on the bike. Several tried to up-charge me because I looked like a tourist. In addition, when you consider how often I used the moto-concho the savings would make a difference, a substantial difference.

Now for those of us, who never expierenced a health emergency, including myself, I was in need of emergency medical care requiring hospitalization. With all the excitement, travel and exertion I was exposed to, I suffered a heart attack.

One evening while in my apartment with my companion I could not breathe and I was gasping for air. It took about two days to get me to the hospital but that happened only after my legs became swollen and my stomach became bloated. I was in early stages of renal failure caused my a problem with my heart.

As soon as I got to the hospital (taken there on the back of a moto-concho by my companion) I was ushered into the intensive care unit where I was impaled with intervenous and other electrical equipment. I had two doctors. One was a young relatively good looking female and the other was a male who trained in Cuba for 12 years. Yes, I got excellent care in rather a bizarre way.

I write bizarre because of the hospital was a contradiction of well laid out, clean and organized building equipped with what appeared to me to be second-hand equipment. At this point in my vacation, I really did'nt care or worry about myself and any outcome.

The young female doctor wanted to insert a catheder into my mal-functioning dick in order to measure the in and out flow of fluids. I said no. She said they would lubricate the catheder and it would not hurt. I told her to try it on herself first. The cuban trained male doctor said it was not necessary and I was relieved.

The attending nurse was on a 24 hour shift. I never heard of this before. She was there to look after me for tweny-fours around the clock.

Well, what happened, if you can picture this, is me on a bed all wired up and begging for a sleeping pill while the nurse was in the bed next to me having a good sleep.

The female doctor, who is a nice person, was having a problem, I believe, with her boyfriend. She was crying on her cell phone and when she saw me looking her way, she pulled the curtain around the bed she was sitting on.

Friends and family are allowed to come into your hospital room (after intensive care) and keep you company. This is where my companion really outdid herself. She slept on the easy chair in my hospital room making sure I was properly fed.

Speaking of food. The first night for dinner I was given mashed potatoes artfully stuck to the bottom of a plate with mashed carrots (I believe). Not appetizing. I could turn the plate upside down and the food would stick to it. I suppose this is what the locals eat.

Since I am here preparing this report you have already surmised that I survived (to the chagrin of my detractors).

As an aside, the English speaking intake person who co-ordinates English patient care in the hospital happed to be from Ontario, Canada. She is a good looking girl with a fresh nice smile and a victim of the dominican marriage as I have outlined earlier. The reason why she is mentioned here is an example of my sense of humour. I had to go back to the hospital for a follow up about four days after I was discharged. I met her on the way to the doctors office and she remarked how well I looked ( I was happy) and how great my colour was (face). I looked at her and without missing beat I said, "your colour would be really great too if you had your nuts squeezed nightly."

She took one look at me, rolled her eyes and she did let out a little laugh.

I told the doctor (male) my story and he laughed and asked when I was going to have a party.

To sum up: Sosua is not exactly what you may have an image of: there are girls happy to enjoy your company (for free) especially if you are a little older, and hospital and medical care is good. Four days in hospital with tests and doctors cost me a total of $1200 (which includes the exchange rate from pesos to dollars.)

Be gentle, I will be happy to answer questions.

Sorry to hear about the heart attack. Thanks for reporting this part of the trip because most guys don't tell you about the "bad stuff".

My observation of the DR was it was not about age or looks, but simply about $$$. The more $$$ you paid, the better service you got. The moment the $$$ ran out then the woman was out the door and you had to make sure she was only going out the door with the $$$ you gave her. In other countries I have been to, the women would at least put on a good act and make it seem that it was more then just $$$, but in the DR it seemed obvious at all times the women were just out for the cash.

Here is an option that I will be trying on my next trip:

http://www.lapassion-sosua.com/menu.php

The prices are definately high when compared to the ladies at Classico, but you get that guaranteed time.

Here is what you get at the La Passion:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93B6zsA4hhs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAeSsciS-O0

thank you for your report , glad your doing ok.

I wanted to add this to the above. Type in the following on Facebook in the search tab. They have updated pictures of all their ladies.

La Passion Bar & Spa, Sosúa - Republica Dominicana.

Portege: Thanks for your observations. Before you pay anyone, try to discuss your situation with an employee at your chosen residence or even a restaurant waitress. You will be asked what type of girl you like (as to size and body build) and then you will be introduced to a real date.
You are right about the $$ syndrome but it does not apply to everyone. There are girls who would like to go out with you, provided of course you tell them you are a gentleman. As to what happens on the date it is up to you.
If you go the Passions route, the best deal is between midnight and six am Monday to Thursday.
I still feel stunned at how well I was treated by my companion. This could be a one-off but I doubt it.
I also want to report on food and where I went to eat. Hopefully I will get it done tomorrow.

Interesting TR

From what I understand about heart attacks, the older you are when you have one, the better your chances of surviving…

During my one and only Mongering trip to Soua so far, I had a mixture of Pros and non pros.. Though the Non Pros cost me just as much as the Pros ( $100 LT ) , they were much better company.. Real GFE… Also I found the attitude of the girls varied widely… It all just depended on who ya got…

You need to be careful of the street girls. A lot of them are underage…

I think you not only need to check the street girl's id, but make sure they are not taking your id along with your wallet. I would worry about their age, but I would worry more about your personal safety and belongings. Its definately not a place where you can place a lot of trust in anyone...even if you leave out a little soap and shampoo in the bathroom then guess what...its gone.

Can't you just whack them with your cane Portege when they try to get your wallet?

what if the cane is underage? i got tiger blood.
ha ha

I took a girl back to my room who was in her late teens and forgot to lock my safe when I went to take a shower… you can guess what happened next…