As soon as I turned the corner from Calle Danae (on Google maps shown as Garcia Goody) onto Independencia and heading west past Hotel La Casona Dorada, I saw her, and she saw me. She was plying her trade out in front of an open air bar right next to Hotel Duque de Wellington on the south side of the street.

She had me in her sights and there was no way she was letting me get away. From 50 yards or so and the illumination of the street lights she looked quite attractive—chaparita, negrita, flaquita, bien energetica. As she approached, becoming more and more in focus, I began to really like what I saw.

If you were to draw up a composite of the physical attributes I personally would be looking for in a street girl in Santo Domingo, she fit the bill. Her bod was nice. She had a smiling happy look about her. She asked where I was going, I pointed to a colmado on the north side of Independencia and she expressed disapproval, saying a much better option would be drink beer at the open air bar on the other side.

Since it was already nearing midnight on Saturday, I had planned to walk down another block to Pasteur and check out some of the joints I had read about on the board, but she had cut me off at the pass. I hoped this would not turn out to be an undesirable outcome, mentally crossed myself and followed her into the bar.

We sat down toward the back of the big dimly lit locale. We were the only customers. There were about three male employees pretty much just lounging around passing time. I ordered two 24-oz Presidentes and as soon as the were served a fist fight broke out at the colmado across the street I had originally planned to go. Maybe this girl was my guardian angel. LOL.

We downed the beers and chatted a while, of course I ordered a couple more. She then started her pitch. I had her stand up, turn around, then patted her on her tight firm ass. I asked her if there were any areas in the back where she could give me a “sexi baile privado.”

She probably doesn’t get that kind of request too often since most of her customers are drive bys. She went up to the bar and chatted with the barkeep about something, came back, and said yes, there is an area for that kind of thing, and she wanted to show me.

I said let me finish my beer. Ten minutes later she got up, I followed her to a glass door at the back of the bar which led to a hotel—Hotel Navarro. I thought, here we go, this is going to cost me to rent some kind of short time deal. BUT NO. She immediately walked into the women’s restroom and told me to come on in. Not a soul was stirring anywhere that I could see. In short order, she closed the door, took off her shoes, her pants, her panties, and her bra. Standing there as naked as she had come into the world.

I had wondered what her titties would look like as she was wearing one of those industrial strength push up bras so uniformly common among bar girls, strippers and hookers in the DR. Her titties were outstanding—no more than 22 or 23 years old, not a sign of sag, with nice perky nipples. Seeing her like that was like mainlining a shot of Vitamin V and C for me. I was immediately very aroused. I couldn’t believe the luck. Standing there in a woman’s restroom with a frisky little naked hottie just isn’t an everyday occurrence for me. TO BE CONTINUED…

What are you posting this real time :-) LOL

LM, actually made the trip a month back, in mid-May...

When I woke up the next morning I felt felt like my head was gone. I felt like my thick old tongue been lickin something sick and wrong. Reality check. Saturday was my fifth night ever in the DR and now Sunday morning was coming down in Santo Domingo.

My arrival late Tuesday afternoon in Puerto Plata was delayed due to some funny non-mechanical problem with the airplane, which eventually caused a three-hour delay leaving Miami, which was no big problem, since the itinerary had a programmed 2 p.m. arrival. Turned into a 5 p.m. arrival. Gran cosa.

Visiting the DR had been on my radar for quite a while. Never could figure out why plane fares were so high. I always said if I could find a RT fare for under $400 USD, I’d go. Well that finally happened when I was monkeying aound on the internet travel sites in April for travel in May—which I often do even if I don’t particularly have plans to go anywhere. Just thinking about visiting erotic/exotic destinations makes my mind wonder.

Early in my long-distance travel career I always gravitated to Spanish speaking ports of call, because it’s a language I was fortunate enough to study and learn at a fairly young age. Many years in the South Texas border region had, I thought, up until now, forged my Spanish by fire and real-life experiences. I was in for a bit of a rude awakening, as the Spanish spoken in the DR, and most of the Caribbean is a bit like English “ebonics.” Not the clear, neat sounds of well-spoken Mexican Spanish. More like people dropping off the ends of words, copious use of grammatically incorrect everyday slang and conversation. In other words, most of the locals sounded to me like they had a mouth full of marbles. Try this on for size: Como ta tu? WTF.

It was not at all difficult to talk to any of them one-on-one. But get them in a group and they’ll have your brain bouncing like a ping pong ball in a lottery bin.

Once I booked my short trip--only nine days, I had to figure out the best way to maximize my fun in a compressed time frame. After going back and forth several times on my agenda (thank goodness Bookingdotcom lets you cancel/rebook as many times as you want with no penalty) I settled on spending my first four days in Puerto Plata (Playa Dorada), then three days in Santo Domingo, and finally two nights in Sosua.

I actually chose an all inclusive deal at the Barcelo Resort in Playa Dorada. I got a real good deal for just over $240 USD all in for four nights. It looked like I'd be close to everything and I'd be able to travel like the locals do on motos and public taxis. My logic turned out to be flawed however as the opposite happened and I ended up paying way too much in transportation costs with this option.

One of the main reasons I chose Puerto Plata to start out was because I wanted to check out the Blackbeards and Field of Dreams adult resorts. FOD was literally just across the road from the first of two main entrances to the Playa Dorada resort complex--which somebody told me has 11 total resorts. So it is big, damn big, and walking in the dense tropical heat from my resort on the beach out to the main gate was doable but not desirable.

My guess is that from my room to Field of Dreams would have been about a mile walk and it was plenty hot in mid May. It would have been safe however as the complex has very good security and they really check to see if you have a current resort armband when you enter. There is a great, wide sidewalk which winds all the way through the complex and would have been great for cooler nighttime strolls, but far more people were getting drunk by then than exercising.

I was pleased with the Barcelo resort. It had all the things an all inclusive deal is supposed to--three meals a day, night time entertainment, huge swimming pool etc. etc. and all the booze you cared to slog down for free.

There was a semi-large presence of loud gringo college kids who I guess had just finished the spring semester somewhere and had descended on Playa Dorado to let off some steam. Ping pong and booze by the pool, volleyball and booze in the pool with a swim up bar. The drunk chicks may have been louder than the drunk dudes.

Fortunately they tended to start early so they were mostly crashed out by midnight. I doubt those kids ever left the resort. They took full advantage of the economic aspects of an all inclusive.

The day I arrived (Tuesday) I planned to take it easy, save some money (LOL) and just enjoy the resort. The travel day started early, but it is by no means a long grueling trip, so when I arrived I checked out the “Viva Las Vegas” show with about four free Presidente draft beers, then had a change of heart and felt like hitting the Puerto Plata nightlife beyond the gates of Playa Dorada.

Had one of the ubiquitous taxi mafia guys take me to Cristals which was about a five minute ride down the road. Arrived about midnight and was immediately swarmed by a horde of women as I entered. I was hoping for something more rustic/sleazy but Cristals is very much like a typical US strip joint.

They did have some very attractive ladies and most were probably available for takeout which I'm sure comes with a very stiff price tag. Had a few beers, a couple of run of the mill table dances, but was not overly impressed as the girls all seemed reluctant to take their tops off. They would pull them down, but wouldn't take them all the way off. That is not how things work where I live in the US. I finally got bored and headed back to Playa Dorada. I think I ended up paying the driver about $30 USD for the round trip and the two hours he spent waiting for me in the club, which I stupidly did not clarify beforehand. Not a monumental sum, but more than I would have liked.

Got up the next day (Wednesday) around 11 a.m. and had a taxi guy take me over to Field of Dreams. I could have walked, but it was hot, hot, hot and I didn't want to arrive all red and sweaty to meat the girls. What a long, interesting day it would turn out to be…

Sorry for the delay since last installment. Thanks to going entirely wireless and doing away with the landline at the house, no DSL internet for me anymore. Weighing options on next step, but for now it's local wifi hotspots, which I don't like to log on to CH with.

My day at Field of Dreams began early, 11 a.m. and ended 14 hours later at 1 a.m. with no respite, copious amounts of Presidente beer, plenty of grab ass and a bit of head banging thrown in later on for good measure.
Upon arrival there is a driveway about 100 yards long, then a parking area. You get out, turn the corner and you are there--pool on your left and bar on your right as you enter. The rooms for those who opt to stay there are mostly in the back, on the left behind the pool. I liked the layout and the spacing, don't know if I'd want to stay there for over two days though as it's pretty "in your face" which many seem to go for, but I probably wouldn't.

First impression of the place was "cool, I like it." There were just a handful of girls lounging about at this early hour, and about the same amount of customers, mostly middle age coots from the US like mysef, although they were staying there. They were a friendly bunch though and I got to know a couple pretty well that day. They clued me in on how the place operated. I think the rooms rent for about $50 USD per night. Somebody said get room 7 if available. Anyway a chick for an hour or so in the room is $35 USD all included as I remember. If you arent' staying there, you pay the 35 for the sexy encounter in addition to $20 for use of an available room.
Lucky for me it was Wednesday, "pool party/bikini contest day" but those festivities didn't commence till around 4 p.m. I didn't have anything else to do but hang around. Watched the number of girls increase as the afternoon wore on and so did the customers. Guy were coming in from Sosua, which is a pretty good trip down the road. By the time four rolled around there were a lot of girls and quite a few customers, most from outside the complex like me. The pool party was enjoyable and by the end most had taken the tops off, and a couple were nude. The crowd was animated, the booze was flowing freely and several of the girls were getting taken to the rooms. One of my huge regrets of the trip was finally having purchased a decent digital camera, I had left it in the room at the resort. Pictures of the pool party were allowed and several guys had their cameras going. But the mgmt strictly said several times during the show, pics OK, but no movies.

Gradually the sun started going down. The crowd was thinning out and as nighttime approached a different kind of crowd was turning up. To me it looked like groups of black guys from probably New York, a real easy and cheap jumping off point to the DR. I can't blame them. Most people in the DR have a little, or a lot of African blood. Usually however, someone in the group spoke good Spanish. They may have been a former Dominican, a current Dominican, a cousin, who knows. But most of the guys in the groups I saw spoke little or no Spanish. The guide/guides did the translating.
These guys were smart, they didn't come in till the girls were good and warmed up, ready to do some crazy twerking. I had had a good amount of beer in me and just watched the show. Wouldn't have been much use anyway.

Sometime around I'd say 11 pm, (yeah, I'd been there pretty long) a nice chick who I had been eyeing most of the day came over to my table near the edge of the pool and started twerking me. Then she got on top of my chair, when all of a sudden the chair started tipping over backwards and there is about a six inch drop off right behind my chair to the pool. Before I knew it my head smashed hard on the concrete next to the pool. The lights in my brain blinked out for a second and everybody came running over to see if I was OK. My glasses had gone into the pool and the mesero dove in to fish them out.

The back part of my head was bleeding pretty good which caused quite a concern among the girls, buy I could tell it wasn't a serious deal. They started putting sugar on the wound to stop the bleeding then I got up and me and girl went to the restroom to wash the wound with soap and water. I felt fine, but some gringo said he thought I ought to go to some clinic he knew down the road for some stiches. I wasn't having any of that. If it was going to get worse, I'd know and I'd go. I've had far worse bumps in my day.

Finally at around 1 a.m. I had a guy who worked there take me back across the road where I finished the evening drinking free beer and chatting with the barkeep and an older attractive lady from Chile.

The next day I was a bit woozy and my head was quite sore, but kept it clean, laid low and was fine. There was a lot of blood on my pillowcase when I woke up though.

Quilombo;
Why you bother with this so call trip report????? the least you can do is to put some serious effort and write something enjoyable to read!, much if you finish it!!!

MarcoPolo///