A clubhombre.com member, a familiar monger (handle not to be revealed) from another board in the decline of its glory days, has asked me to post my old DR report. When I originally posted it, I got mixed reactions. So, I am somewhat reluctant to post it. Since I have not traveled recently to Latin America and posted, I should post something. Ergo, I will post my Santo Domingo report -- but with a recent news item and an advisory.

ADVISORY: This report outlines an incident during my trip to Santo Domingo, as best as I could recall it. I am not a junkie, never was, and never intend to be. I have experimented once or twice -- smoked but never inhaled, almost as good as a girl who gives head and never swallows. I surmised that I was drugged when I drank a beer, which has happened to others.

What followed the drugging, my incident, was vivid to me. Then too without drugs, I frequently say to myself, am I a man dreaming I am a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming a man or just a butterflyman? You should understand that I am a challenged monger. The better females are not attracted to me. If it were not for a few women who need some money, I would never know the touch of a good woman or two. This is a basic part of my psyche.

I really have nothing more to add to my report. It happened several years ago and I have moved on. With those basic comments in mind, read and react as your muse moves you.

===================== News ===================

http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/miami/sfl-0104santeriacuba,0,786769.story?coll=sfla-news-miami

Santeria priests in Cuba predict catastrophic year

By Vanessa Arrington
Associated Press Writer
Posted January 4, 2005

HAVANA -- Revered priests of Cuba's Santeria religion warned of everything from environmental contamination to male impotence in 2005 as part of their annual New Year's predictions announced Tuesday.

Cuba and the world are also at risk of widespread disease, betrayal, and military interventions, according to the latest ``Letra del Ano,'' or Letter of the Year. Despite all the catastrophe, a well-known Santeria priest, or babalao, urged followers to not abandon hope.

``If mankind unites in faith, unites in prayer, unites in the constancy to work toward making things better, I think that these large-scale phenomena we've been able to predict will be less,'' Lazaro Cuesta, wearing a white cap and all-white outfit, told a news conference.

``Not less in quantity, but less in pain and suffering, because we would be prepared to confront the problems,'' he added.

Last year, Cuesta's group predicted ``elevation of the level of the sea'' for 2004. On Tuesday, the babalao lamented that the prediction came true with December's undersea earthquake and giant tsunami in Asia, and asked for a moment of silence for the tens of thousands of victims killed by the waves.

The world predictions issued by a handful of groups in the first days of January are watched closely by many Cubans, even those who do not follow Santeria, a syncretic mix of Yoruba spiritual traditions carried here by African slaves and Roman Catholicism brought by Spaniards.

Dozens of Cubans lined up Tuesday outside the ``Temple-House'' in Havana, where some of the 2005 predictions were posted on a board.

``It looks like it's going to be a pretty bad year,'' Osvaldo Cuesta, 33 and unemployed, said looking at the sign.

Cuesta, of no relation to the babalao, said he strongly believed the predictions because in the past ``they have spoken of things that then happen to me.''

Under the sign of ``Ofun Otura'' this year, the world will face increased contagious disease and neurological disorders, rifts with neighbors and the rupture of agreements between friendly countries caused by a third party, the Letter said.

The divinities for 2005 are Chango, powerful god of fire, lightning, justice and war, and Oya, goddess of storms and light winds. According to the Letter, Chango will protect soldiers and punish liars and those who have committed immoral acts, while Oya, Chango's first and favored wife, will be identified with the spirits of ancestors.

To help temper the negative aspects of the upcoming year, the 2005 Letter calls for improving hydraulic and agricultural systems, herbal baths, union in marriage and wariness with house guests.

``The more hygiene we have, from the home to the nation, the better chance we have of holding some infection at bay,'' said Cuesta, the babalao. ``Medicine is to cure sickness, but our advice serves to avoid it.''

The predictions, which are typically vague and can be interpreted many ways, were determined in a gathering of 860 Santeria priests at the Temple-House. The ceremony, including chants and animal sacrifices, began at noon Dec. 31 and lasted until the morning of Jan. 1, Cuesta said.

The most experienced babalao leads the ceremony, while the most recently inaugurated priest determines the Letter for the new year.

``The Letter is positive because it warns us of the danger that surrounds us, and it also provides a series of elements that permit us to confront these difficulties,'' Cuesta said.

The Yoruba Cultural Association, another Santeria group, made its own predictions last week, saying 2005 would fall under the sign of ``Iroso Meyi'' and would be a year of financial difficulties.

The association recommended patience and respect for family members, and urged people to take steps to avoid robbery and protect leaders from attack.

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Santo Domingo: vodun (Nov 2000)
by excat@earthling.net

This report is about Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic. It is unlike my prior travel reports. This post only relates the facts. The facts, that is, as I can best remember, because my mind is lucid at times but crosses into a dream state where I confuse dreams and facts.

My healer said that I should not write this post and should instead rest and not think. Some time should be allowed to pass. Of course, I did not say why I had to write because my healer might think poorly of me if the true purpose of our club was known. I argued that I have an obligation to my fellow travel club members. Also, writing this report might allow my mind to move past its fixation. With reluctance, my healer agreed and warned that my writing should not be regarded as truth but an expression of the subconscious. Further, my healer suggested that I write in the third person to disassociate myself, as much as possible. Here goes.

Excat took an American Airlines flight to Miami. Because he wanted to arrive in Santo Domingo in the early evening of early October 2000, he took a flight to San Juan, Puerto Rico and then another flight to Santo Domingo arriving an hour earlier than if he flew direct. The cost was the same but the result was that the inconvenience was not worth the earlier arrival. What happened was that his luggage did not arrive until the following day. At least American Airlines delivered his luggage to his hotel, so he did not have to return to the airport for his luggage. A colleague told him of a similar late delivery of his luggage when his flights were from Miami to San Juan to Haiti. They surmised that American Airlines in San Juan was to be avoided for a change of flights.

As the small aircraft passed over the island that holds Haiti on the western third and the Dominican Republic on the easthern two-thirds, excat mused on his spotty, error-filled recall of the history of the second largest island in the Caribbean Sea. Now called Hispaniola, it is a part of the chain of islands called the West Indies or the Greater Antilles, which includes Cuba, Jamaica, and Puerto Rico. The original inhabitants, like in all of the Americas, were Indians who lived on the island for at least 5,000 years prior to the European discovery of the Americas. Some scientists named the group of Indians living in the islands as Arawaks and the Arawak subgroup on the island of destination as Tainos. These Indians were thought to come first from Central America via the Yucatan in Mexico and later from South America via the Orinocco valley in Venezuela. The Tainos used two names for the entire island, Haiti (which means high mountain in the Arawak language) and Quisqueya (which means earth mountain place).

The Tainos were a peaceful people and estimates of their number ranged from 200,000 to 600,000 in 1492. They fished, hunted, and cultivated corn, beans, peanuts, and other plants, enjoyed dancing and ball games, and worshipped nature spirits and ancestors. It was Christopher Columbus, who in 1492 renamed the island La Isla Espanola, now known as Hispaniola. By 1550, the Taino were nearly extinct, due to enslavement by the Spanish invaders, starvation, and disease, mainly smallpox which broke out in 1518. The Spanish exploitation of the Tainos began with the need for hard labor to pan for gold in the Cibao river, which led to the Spanish killing of Taino leaders. For example, the first Spanish governor of the colony Santo Domingo invited the Taino princess Anacoana to arrange a feast for more than 80 Taino chiefs and set the house on fire. He and his soldiers tortured and killed those chiefs who survived the fire and hanged Anacoana. One famous Taino chief was Hatuey, who fled to Cuba where he organized armed resistance to the Spanish invaders, but was eventually captured and tortured to death.

African slaves were brought to Hispaniola in the 1490s to be Spanish servants, but most escaped to live in the mountain valleys. The French took over the unsettled western end of the island and called it Saint-Domingue, and by 1791 it had a population of about 35,000 whites, 500,000 black slaves, and 25,000 mulattos when the black insurrection began. Whites were hacked to death and butchered in other ways, mulatoos were also killed in the "War of Knives", and some blacks seen as idlers and shirkers of their plantation work were buried alive or tied to boards and sawed in half. More than half of the French army of 25,000 soldiers sent to Saint-Domingue died, many from the yellow fever. The blacks declared their independence and established the republic of Haiti. In 1822, Haiti invaded the eastern Spanish portion of the island and dominated for 22 years until its army was attacked. In 1844, the eastern side declared independence and was named the Dominican Republic.

The Dominican Republic continued with 70 years of a series of civil wars. Around the 1900s, American businessmen came to DR and invested, especially in plantations and the sugar industry. The US Marines occupied DR in 1916 for eight years (and Haiti for 19 years) and invaded a second time in 1965 for a brief period, and in 1930 Raphael Leonidas Trujilo became dictator. In 1937, he ordered his army to massacre all Haitians in the DR, which resulted in as many as 17,000 killed. He was reputed to be responsible for the death of others, such as Minerva and Maria Teresa Miraba in 1949, beautiful sisters working in the underground resistance against Trujilo. In 1961, he was ambushed in his car and killed. Meanwhile, thousands of Haitians came to DR to work the sugar cane plantations at back-breaking labor for long hours under the hot sun to earn pennies. They were officially deported in 1991, but many thousands of Haitians are currently working in the DR at the heavy manual and low-paying jobs.

With this backdrop of historical turbulence in mind, excat visited DR once again, the last was some ten years ago. This time in October 2000 he stayed at Hotel Plaza, next to Naco Center at the corporate rate of about $70 per night. (Hotel Plaza, half block west of Ave Tirandentes, lying west of Ave Maximo Gomez and between south of Ave John Kennedy and north of Ave 27 de Febrero, 809-541-6226, sales@naco.com.do, www.codetel.net.do/NacoHotels/plaza.html). Years ago, he had stayed at hotels near the Malecon (actually Ave. George Washington, which runs along the shore) such as the Continental Hotel, Cervantes Hotel, and Sheraton Hotel (now called the Inter-Continental Hotel) and did not care for the hassle by the touts on the Malecon. They were persistent and pesky.

The Hotel Plaza bellboy told excat that he should have checked in for a double (which costs the same as a single) instead of a single, but he could possibly bring in a guest after midnight depending on who was on the front desk. Also taxi drivers in front of the hotel claimed that other men brought chicas in. Since excat prefer to do his thing in a casa or short-time hotel, this would not be a problem for him. Whether or not to recommend Hotel Plaza was a dilemma for excat, because one evening there was no cold water to moderate the scalding hot water for a shower and a lady had jumped several months earlier from the 12th floor, due perhaps to her thinking there was fire when smoke was actually caused by an elevator repair. She had aimed for the swimming pool on the second floor veranda and missed.

An advantage of the hotel location is that there were no touts in front although the taxi drivers became a nuisance. Also, there are several restaurants within two blocks of the hotel passed Naco Center. Lai Lai, a Chinese restaurant across from Naco Center, was opened until 11 pm and offered take-out and costed less than $10 for two selections including rice or french fries. Another favorite was Don Naco, located down a side street passed Friday American Restaurant, where one can get the giant burrito for $5 take-out. There were also three supermarkets within four blocks or less. One was Nacional, which had a variety of cold salads during lunch and a hot food cafeteria-style counter. On the other side of Naco Center is a movie house with four screens. Next to Don Naco is an internet cafe place, opened 8am - 11 pm, which charged 28 pesos (RD$) per hour or less than $2 per hour.

The exchange rate was 16.4 pesos per $1, in October 2000.

Five beers were found at the supermarkets, which ranged in cost from 18 to 22 pesos for 600 ml: Presidente, Soberano, Heineken, Quisqueya, and Bohemia. Presidente was definitely one of the best, if not the best, beers of the Americas. Equally good was Soberano. By comparison, Heineken has a bitter aftertaste and Quisqueya and Bohemia were equivalent to cheap USA beers. For a strong drink with a very smooth, mild taste, Bermudez's extra reserve ron (rum, in Spanish) was excellent, costing 31 pesos for 300 ml.

Prices at the casas seemed to be fixed. The usual quote was $100 or 1500 pesos for a chica to leave the premise, supposedly for all night, and about $80 for short-time, on premise. At the massage parlors, the quote was 700 pesos minimum which might include a bj or hand job and more services were negotiable with the girl. Beer price ranged from 40 to 60 pesos. Price for taxis started at 60 pesos, another fixed minimum.

To excat, the girls of Dominica Republic seemed very different from ten years ago. Since the Indians were wiped out of the DR in the 16th century, there were no mestizas (white and Indian) and no zambas (black and Indian). Instead there were blancas, negras, and mulattas (white and black). Ten years ago, excat saw blancas at Manola and Le Petite Chateau and some blancas with slightly darker complexion than those in Central and South America. In October 2000, the girls were dramatically different. Very few blancas were seen by excat, except a few coming out of high-class restaurants and corporate offices. It seemed that the available girls ranged from negras to mulattas.

Below is a San Domingo list. The group of unknowns was compiled from various sources.

-- unknowns, places that excat did not visit:

BAR HAMBURGER, Jacinto de la Concha 79.
CLUB RELAX, Lea de Castro between Cervantes and Pasteur, district Gazcue. No business with this name. Closed apparently.
JAZZYS, 11 No 5 Isabelita, 766-1155, strip club. Drive to Ave Espana exit, around the curve. Located a few blocks after the Hotel Aquarium. Was "The Gringo Car Wash".
SALON DE LA FEMME (also called FANTASY ISLAND), DJ Brea 174-A, 681-5962, a disco.
SOLTEROS, disco/strip club, showtime 11:30. Drive towards the airport/Boca Chica on Ave. Las Americas.
SON SUA, Ave. Independencia. Closed for over a year as of 10/00. Replaced by a restaurant.
EXCLUSIVE MASSAGE CENTER, Calle Robert Scout No. 10, 565-3216. Advertised 24 hours, 7 days. Several taxi drivers named it as a prime location.
SAMA, Calle 4 No. 4, Ensanche Isabelita, 766-0006. Advertised massage, 10am-10pm.
CASA DANIEL (uptown area). Taxi drivers did not know it.
CASA LUZ, four blocks from San Geronimo Hotel.
15-plus other casas. Of low quality and few girls, according to one taxi driver.

-- discos:

GUACARA TAINA, R. Betancourt 655, near Teresa Arturo Logrono, 530-2666, 533-1051, $10/admission. Go after midnight to see the crowd. See the discotheque in the unusual setting of a cave, leads down at a 45 degree angle into the ground.
JARAGUA HOTEL casino/club, 10:00 pm - 2 am, 70 pesos/beer. Number of free-lancing girls varied from none to ten on different nights and were fewer after midnight. Excellent 12-piece latin brass band and singers.

-- nightclubs:

TABU, Ave. Independencia, behind the Jaragua Hotel. 50 pesos/beer, 15 girls. Midnight show did not begin when excat left at 12:15 am.
LAPSUS, Ave. Independencia, located next door and to the side of Tabu. 60 pesos/admission, 60 pesos/beer. 20 girls, cabaret shows amateurishly performed. Better decor than Tabu.
LE PETITE CHATEAU, Autopista 30 de Mayo, km 11.5. Drive west from Ave. Maximo Gomez along the Malecon for 15-20 minutes to a patch of several motels with blazing neon signs. The nightclub is 200 feet down a side road on the ocean side of the autopista. 70 pesos/taxi ride of 15-20 minutes. 125 pesos/admission plus price for beer. At 11:00 pm on Friday, excat saw an almost empty audience area and six girls sitting alone at tables scattered out, unlike ten years earlier when the audience area was filled almost to capacity and 40 girls sat with customers and stood around ringing the audience area.

-- strip club:

DOLL HOUSE, Geroge Washington 557, 689-5301. 100 pesos/admission plus 100 pesos/minimum which was two beers. Dancers were supposedly Canadian girls. Over a hundred guys watched ten girls who danced one at a time. Excellent dancing on the vertical pole.

-- massage parlors:

LA MONA LISA, Calle Danae No. 35, district Gazcue, 10a-10p, 700 pesos/45 minutes and BBBJ, $100/45 minutes for two-hole service. Lady manager quoted 1,000 pesos for minimum services, but quickly agreed to 700 pesos when excat said his friends said the price was 700 pesos. Lady manager initially refused excat his selected masseuse, explaining that she was new. When excat insisted, the manager told him that to have his selection, he had to select a second masseuse who would train the first one. He got both girls for 700 pesos. Another story to be told to disbelievers.
D'BLANCA, Calle 3, No. 8, Villas De Alma Rosa, 594-8047, 400 pesos/45 minutes & hand job, extra services negotiable with masseuse, 20 girls. Drive on Ave. Las Americas towards Boca Chica, go over a bridge and pass a road on the right called or to San Vincente (no sign). About half mile further, Alma Rosa will be on the left side of Ave. Las Americas. So, u-turn back and look for a small road to the right. The area will look low class, poverty. Turn right onto the first street running parallel to Ave. Las Americas heading away from Santo Domingo. Go two or three blocks, turn left, go one short block, turn right and get on a second street running parallel to Ave. Las Americas. May need to circle around the area to find Calle 3, which has middle-income houses. The place has a small 2' x 1' sign in front. Suggest giving your driver the phone number so that he can call for direction. Another poster suggested calling Aero Taxi at 685-1212.
ELEGANT CENTER, Pasteur No. 17, district Gazcue, 221-8011, 221-8012, on side of the block where Hotel InterContinental is located. At lunch time, all the girls were busy with customers.

-- the better casas:

AUSTREIAS (or AURILIA or AUSTRALIA or CASA DE FAMILIA), Calle Ramon Ramirez No. 125, located one block north of the national cemetary off Ave. Maximo Gomez. Turn left at Hotel El Princepe, go north one block, turn right. Located mid-block on the left. 3p-9p. 15 youthful, inexperienced-looking girls sitting on metal folding chairs in a small, crowded, cinder-block room.
CASA COCO (or "El Coco" Piano Bar), Calle Arturo Logrono No. 99, (Antigua Calle 18), one block from Ave. Maximo Gomez, neon sign of a heart in front of the house set back 50 feet from the street, 567-1334. 10 youngish girls (under 20 years old) in a rundown bar setting with some lower-class young locals.
CASA DE LAS MODELOS, Calle Dr. Nunez de Caceres No. 16, corner of Filomeno Rojas, two blocks from a university campus, 682-5363. 60 pesos/beer. 20-plus girls sitting on various sofas, spacious interior, four-stool bar to the left.
CASA ROSADA (formerly Pablito), Paraguay No. 230, one short block from Calle Jose Ortega and A. Lugo (compound name for one street), 567-7303. 12 girls with soulful stares surrounded excat hoping to be selected.
CASA THERESEA (formerly Rosada or Pablito), Calle Jose Ortega and A. Lugo, one block north of Paraguay, 12 girls. Large interior area with tables and chairs for conversation, a separate room for a 10-stool bar and 35-inch television tuned to a cable movie channel. In spite of a dozen local men drinking in the main room, the girls continually sauntered by excat and stopped in his range of view of the TV to see if he was interested.
MANOLO, Mauricio Baez No. 209, two blocks west of Ave. Maximo Gomez, 562-6678, 542-5939. 8 girls in a large semi-dark room with sofas and a bar along one side with 19-inch television. Formerly the best casa ten years ago, which used to have up to 35 creole girls, available for take-out or for play on premise.
REMINGTON PLACE, Ave Independencia 624, 688-4656. Waiters ushered excat into a nightclub setting. Between the bar area, dance floor, and two sections of tables were oddly-placed partial walls, which suggests a transformed residence. 20 nicely-dressed girls sitting along the bar and at several tables, waiting for customers at 10pm. None will give up their bar stools, forcing excat to stand around or sit at a table not within easy shouting range of the girls. 15-foot screen along the back wall of the dance area showing videotapes of latin bands that have played in the same room. Although the setting was nightclub, the atmosphere was casa with waiters. Easily the best casa.

-- dangerous:

VIP (formerly HERMINIA), 3 to 4 blocks north of the national cemetery on Ave Maximo Gomez, on a side street to the right;
COBRA, half block from VIP, on the corner.
A casa, upstairs, next to Cobra.

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Herminia is now known as VIP. In the early 1990s, taxi drivers refused to take excat there, claiming that thieves were there. He was still curious, like a cat, about the place. A friend told him of his visit to Herminia, which was close to several other places. His friend did not have a high opinion of it, although he said he enjoyed his trip to the island. One night, a taxi driver, a young quiet black guy in his mid-20s, drove excat around. After a few places and a few hours, excat asked his driver about Herminia. He replied that Herminia was not one of the better places but he thought it was safe. He drove excat there, going north on Maximilo Gomez pass the national cemetery. Three blocks before reaching the side street on the right, dark transvestites in garish makeup scarcely disguising their masculinity were seen standing on corners on both sides of Gomez. On corners of the next two blocks were standing dark ladies of the night. At 11:00 pm, it was easy to find the side street on the right where the club was located because it was the first side street that was brightly lit.

The late model Corolla that served as an unlabeled taxi pulled up in front of VIP. The two-block long street was filled with young black men and women in their cheap but clean-looking jeans and some middle-aged men and women in similar clothing of the poorer class. Heads turned to watch the pale-skin, salty-hair excat get out of the vehicle and enter the club located in the middle of the block. Everyone seemed oddly subdued.

The club was empty, except for a bartender and three girls. Asking the price of a beer and show time, the bartender replied 40 pesos and 15 minutes. Taking an order for a Presidente beer, the bartender tooked his time serving it. So, excat gazed about the room, at the two girls staring at him, and at the stairs to the rooms above. Finally, the bartender turned and placed the beer in front of excat, who gulped it thirstly and long. Pausing for the liquid to flow downward, excat coughed a few times as though some particles had caught in his throat. He wondered if the beer was a little old because the taste was slightly odd, perhaps flat from age. More swallows followed to clear his throat, but the odd taste persisted. He looked around and the girls seemed to have a wolfish look on their faces. A slight chill passed through excat. As he downed most of the remaining brew, excat felt his senses slowing, his limbs turned lifeless, and his mind focused on a voice.

Hurry, said the voice of an older woman. We have to take him to the hounfort before midnight. We only have 30 minutes now. Yes, palero-boker (or priestess in a creole language), said two girls as they grabbed either arm of excat standing rigid by the bar. They walked him out a door to a waiting car. They got in and drove towards the cemetery and parked half a block away and entered a darken concrete, rundown, shed-like building. They went to the back room which had a large opening in the aluminum siding ceiling through which the full moon shined. They pulled back a trapdoor in the floor that opened to a staircase leading downward. One girl pulled excat forward down the staircase slowly as the other girl pushed his back. Together they lurched down the stairs and then along a passageway of earth. A mirror was placed behind and next to the staircase, reflecting light through the inclined passageway lined with roots and lit candles. The group moved forward to the candle-lit chamber over 100 yards away.

On reaching the hounfort (or chamber), excat was placed standing against the wooden poteau-mitan (or post) in the center facing the passageway. The older woman said no need to tie him. Begin the cermony. Three drummers' hands began to beat slowly. The petit drum sounded a high-pitched unvaried energetic rhythm. The second drum played the dance beat. The large mamman drum issued a nervous complex rhythm. Three girls dressed in white with white veils over their heads and faces began to circle excat and undulate in traditional African jerk and slide motions. While the older woman with her two assistants faced excat, a masked girl in white stood near the earthen wall to the right of excat, another girl in back of excat, and another girl to his left. The three masked girls began to chant the name Ngangan over and over in a low gutteral sound. The older woman donned her headdress, necklace and bracklets of small animal bones, and cermonial gown, which were laying on a table positioned against the wall near the passageway. The table was covered by a white cloth, nine clear glasses of water, candles, a cigar, and a small cup of white (clear) rum. The two middle-aged female assistants (or hounsi) helped the priestess with her garb. In all, the chamber held 13 people beneath a cemetery of dead human bones.

As the drum beats grew frenzied and the dancers moved spastically, the priestess approached excat. One of the hounsi handed the boker a live black rooster, also drugged. She took the rooster and said we make this ebo (or, sacrifice) to Baka to enslave the soul of this foreigner to do our bidding. Baka, feed on this rooster and chained the will of this foreigner to obey and to be an undead without need for food and water. She twisted off the head of the rooster and held it up to drip henga (or blood) over excat's head. The drums beat louder, the dancers pulsed their torsos, and the chorus chant-shouted Baka Baka Baka.

The two hounsi moved excat forward, placed a wood plank behind his back, and inclined him against the plank to recline against the post. They opened his pants, manipulated his member to erection, and placed a condom over it slathered with k-y jelly. One of the young dancers removed the lower half of her dress showing her bare black bottom and legs. She pulsated herself into half-crouch and backed herself onto excat's member. Upon penetration, she shivered herself on his member, screeched, fell to the earth floor on centavo coins scattered about in threes, and moved away. The second dancer backed herself onto excat and repeated the actions of the first dancer. Then the third dancer did the same. Next, one of the masked girls approached excat with a canari (clay jug) of water, waved her hand over his member as though drawing his life force into the canari, and capped it sealing in the contents.

The priestess approached excat with a long, sharp knife and said now for the henga of the stranger on the stroke of midnight in the light of the full moon. As she started to plunge the knife with her two hands overhead into excat's chest, a strong gust of wind blew through the ceiling of the concrete shed, the trapdoor, down the passageway into the chamber blowing out all the candles. Frozed into silence, the 12 women wondered if this was a quirk of nature or force of the loas (or spirits), which left the chamber in the dark except for the reflected moonlight on excat.

A mist poured through the ceiling hole down the passageway into the chamber. Through the stupor of his mind, excat began to perceive the unfamiliarity of the surroundings and saw without comprehension the mist forming into the shape of a half crocodile and half African giant (or tonton macoute). It rumbled I claimed the gros-bon-ange of this foreigner's soul for the deaths of Africans on this island over the centuries. As it moved towards excat to enter and possess him, another shape came out of the mist. It was a mabuya (or a Taino ghost). I am Pachacamac, guali (or son) of the kachi (or sun), master of this Oubao-moin (or island of blood). This stranger is not an ari (or invader). He has the spirit of a yamuy (or cat). I claim him as one with my people. You cannot have him.

At that utterance, thunder began, clouds covered the moon, and the two misty forms clashed in an eerie iridescence of white smoke and soundless battle. Their misty forms swirled around faster in a white glow, which blew down enkanguas (or charms made of cemetery dirt) mounted on the earthen walls, blew over the table, and blew the 13 bodies against the walls. The 12 women whimpered in fear and quickly ran out of the chamber, up the passageway, and out of the building into the dark and rain. With leadened body and legs, excat sensed a Taino command to leave and did.

The healer said to the nurse, the patient seemed to pass in and out of his drugged state. It was a wonder that he was found in the rain like a streetwalker in the middle of the streets of Santo Domingo and not hit by a car. Laboratory test indicated that he was drugged and the toxin was organic and probably from sources like the blower fish, toad skin, and tarantulas.

Drugging of tourists was happening more. In Rio, a girl opened two cans of beer for two Aussies in their hotel room and they woke up the next morning and found their money gone. In Bogota, an American male was found walking in a daze and taken to a hospital which noted that one of his kidneys had been surgically removed two or three days earlier. One typical ploy in Bogota was to blow a powdered tree sap into the victim's face, which works like a hypnotic. In Bangkok, local citizens entered McDonald's and Bourbon Street Restaurant, engaged the tourists in a conversation, and slipped a drug into the refreshment, which caused a daze allowing robbery.

What affected our patient was unknown but may be what caused the so-called voodoo's zombie. If true, then this was the result of a few who follow petro or black magic voodoo, unlike the millions whose religion of vodun is not evil. Noticed how our patient babbled about mongers, mps-mps-bmp, and bbbj. Obviously, this was drug-induced ranting with regression back to the first grade and learning the alphabet. Maybe he will snap out of it today and maybe he will be under medical supervision for many years. Modern science has only progressed so far and the world has many unsolved mysteries.

This is really bad pulp fiction although it's funny at a few points where the story gets really outrageous. Sorry dude. Back to the drawing board. :-) Also, wrong web site, heh, heh

Weird story. It started out ok but once the "I've been drugged" part begin I lost interest. Be careful with people who refer to themselves in the 3rd person.

I thought it was awesome when I read it the first time, and the second time it's even better! Great job excat!

I'm not on this site to read New Yorker short -story rejects...stick to the sex reports

smuckin says that report was lame , more details on the ass man.
wait im smuckin.