Bring Out the Hoses

If you look carefully, you will see two guys on a motorbike on the left, a fully loaded truck on the right, and something that you can't see in front of them that is spewing out the most disgusting black smoke imaginable. This is a common occurrence on all the streets and highways here. I have the solution. Cops must be equipped with hoses that they will run from the exhaust pipe into the cabin where the driver sits. Normally the driver is never aware of what he leaves behind him, and if he is he certainly doesn't care. If he had to deal with it, however, somehow I can't help but think that the drive would somehow find someone to fix it. And quickly.

Dominican Especialistas

The sign over the company name, REBASER, says that they are specialists in garbage and junk collection. For me, those are not the most impressive specialists in the country. A couple of years ago Massiel took a course in medical sales for which she received a degree. The school that she went to had a big ceremony at which all the different courses of study presented their "Graduates". My favorite group getting their degrees were the "Specialists in Acrylic Nails". Looking out how that spells out, I kind of prefer the Spanish version, "Especialista in UÑAS Acrylica." Sounds more powerful.

Hold On

I know that I shouldn't be taking pictures while driving. Sometimes its just too hard to resist. These guys are on a "chicken" truck, and I would imagine that their job, other than holding on for dear life, is to load and unload the truck. Since they don't fit in the front cabin, this is how they are forced to travel. Believe it or not there IS a seatbelt law here. I there were to be an accident at a speed of 60 or 70 mph, how badly would these guys be hurt? The driver sure as shit doesn't care.

Soon To Be Seen on Your Street, Maybe Even In Your Garage

The Three Penis Rule.

I have written before about the fact that most of the local citizenry do not wash their hands after taking a leak. I have developed the above mentioned rule and was forced to implement it at a tournament in Santo Domingo. I was the Tournament Director and of course everyone that knew me, which was most of the players, wanted to shake my hand. I tried not do but eventually there was no way I could avoid it. Sometimes I offered a fist bump, or I gave them a couple of fingers of my left left hand, but it didn't always work. Always running through my thoughts at times like this is that I know that they never wash their hands after peeing. Why should I risk disease or illness by shaking a hand that I know just recently held a penis and had not been washed since. In situations like this I invoke the 3 Penis Rule. If my right hand gets shaken 3 times or more, which makes me feel as though I have touched those peoples penises by proxy, I must wash my own hand before I touch any part of my body like my face, or more importantly before I start to take a leak. If I wanted my dick to meet their dicks, I would make different arrangements.

How Can You Tell It's Garbage Pickup Day?

It's Onion Day

Around the corner from the bank at which Massiel works is the fresh vegetable market. Thursday apparently is Onion Day.