Mike left for the airport at 7:30 this morning. He was ready to go home (as we all were) because the last two weeks were extremely exhausting. For a short while, I was a bit envious because I knew that we were all ready to sleep in our own beds. His departure put a bit of a downer on the day, but we were determined to have fun with remainder of the day and check out a beach on the Southern coast of the island.
Around 1 pm we found ourselves on a “2nd class” bus on the way to Boca Chica, a small town just west of
After adjusting to the madness, we managed to sit down for about 1 hour before El Lapiz, the pencil- a famous Dominican rapper, came to the stage, and the entire crowd started charging the stage. This large migration of people got a bit crazy and prompted us to c’est la vie to Boca Chica and get the hell out there. It was not a bit too soon as it looked like there were COPS trying to contain the scene shortly after we left. We quickly hopped back onto the gua-gua (I mean bus) and were on our way back to the safe city of
To blow off the steam from the day, we came home and decided to enjoy $20 Cuban-Dominican cigars while consuming refreshing Presidentes. This was a nice ending to a crazy day. Now back to needle-free injection???
-Sapuncaption: Boca Chica beach party. A little different than we expected.
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