Category: Dominican Republic fall–2010

#5 Dominican Republic — Food prices and a declining infrastructure

#5 Dominican Republic  2010
10/12/10
What does a declining infrastructure and high food prices have in common?

It has been obvious to me that some things in the DR are worse than they were when I first visited her in 1986.  For one, food prices are much higher.  This is not much of a problem for tourists, but it is a real difficulty for the locals.  Electricity is intermittent, as is water.

When they tried to charge me $7 for a watermelon, I refused.  It was higher than in the US.  And here in the DR, they grew the melons just down the road.  I figured I was getting the white tax.  But then I saw locals pay that much for a melon.  What was up?

Well, I wanted a COLD watermelon.  But with the now erratic electricity, what must every store have?

Most  of the serious businesses must have expensive diesel generators

A generator.  These are very expensive in the DR, and the price of diesel fuel is double what it is in the US.  Without electricity, the stores will fail.  So, priced into the food is the generator.

Read More…

#4 No more Columbus Day! What really happened.

#4 from the Dominican Republic
Isabella, Dominican Republic
10/8/10

This is where Columbus landed. It looks peaceful enough, right?

Myself standing in Columbus' home. Ground zero for the genocide.

Altar to the genocide

Columbus’ second voyage to the new world was truly the significant one.  For on this voyage he brought 17 ships, 1500 men, horses, sheep, cows, and all the things necessary for a permanent colonies.   So perhaps we should mark November 28th, 1493 as the true Columbus day.  The beginning of the conquest.
Columbus returned to find all 40 men he had left at Navidad from the first voyage to be dead.  When they had not been fighting internally, they had raided the Indians and suffered reprisals.  This set the pattern.

Read More…

#3 From the Dominican Republic — the long ride

10-06-10
From Santiago, Dominican Republic

Check this menu out!

The food here, for the most part, is not special.  The meats are good and the fruit is fresh and abundant.  But there is no particular Dominican cuisine.  A standard meal for people here is a very large pile of white rice with a bit of sauce on top, some tostones (deep-fried banana patties) and a bit of chicken or pork.  You will not be getting any vegetables or salad unless you ask for it.  And dont count on that either.  I find the boiled cassava root to be a good equivalent for potatoes.  It is locally grown and highly productive plant.  I see cassava plantations all over the country.  It is the third highest source of calories for humans, after rice and corn.  800 million people depend upon it as their first source of food.  It is very hardy and drought resistant.  I had to learn to pull the fibers out of the fleshy root as I ate it.  But it is a nutritious basic food crop.

Call it yucca or cassava or manioc -- it's the #3 food crop in the world

The Haitians appear to be doing most of the field work, like growing yucca here.

Fresh orange juice with ice, several times a day, on the street

My daily juice bar

I have just completed 5 days of riding leisurely from the Samana Peninsula to Santiago.  From Nagua I rode inland and immediately found myself pleasantly isolated.  No structures or people for many miles.  Just swamps and rice fields.  I had a 25 mph tail wind and I got blown along like I was flying.  This doesnt happen often.  I stopped at just about every village to get freshly pressed orange juice with ice.  I had to specifically state early on that I did NOT want sugar added to it.  If I didnt, they would pour sugar in for me.  They would even try to convince me that I should take sugar with my orange/coconut/coffee and even grimace when they saw me drinking things without sugar.  The only other place where I have seen such a sugar addiction is Cuba.

Look at the name of this armed, gated community. One could sound it out as 'Pricks-are-in'

I rode my bicycle past this armed, gated community.  Look at its name, then sound it out.  At least they admit it.

post 2 from the Dominican Republic — The Raven in our Home of Love, or La Iglesia de las Naglas Grandes

October 2nd, 2010
As I carried bicycle into the Hotel Nuestra Casa de Amor (Our Home of Love) a bird began shreiking full volume.
AYE AYE!
OHHH  OHHH!
AYE AYE
OHHH! OHHH!
I stopped at the top of the stairs.  One of the three daughters of the family was holding a full-sized raven on her arm, and it was sounding off full blast.
ALLO ALLO!
COMO TAS!
COMO TAS!

The raven may have kissed her...

Estoy bien I answered. Me llamo Jaime I told the raven.

I put my bike down and watched Anita kiss the raven.  Then she slowly petted it.  I  reached out to touch it.  It quickly turned at my hand, flashing its red eyes and bit me hard.
OWWWWWW I said in English.
AYE AYE
OHHH OHHH
Si, Anita said.  Danny bites.

...but he turned and bit me hard!

I see he does.
I looked around on the upstairs roof and I saw cages and cages of tropical birds.  Anita explained that she and her two sisters rescued birds and kept them in cages.  They also had homing pigeons that returned from wherever they were released in the Dominican Republic.  The parents and the three sisters all lived downstairs.  The hotel part was upstairs, very separated from the residence below.  It consisted of four rooms in a row.  Anita told me that one of the rooms was already rented to a newly wed couple who were both working in town.  I took a center room which happened to adjoin their room.

post 1 pedaling across the Dominican Republic

October 2nd, 2010
Las Terrennas, Dominican Republic
post 1

riding along 150+ kms of beaches

I am cycling the north shore and the mountains of the Dominican Republic on a 3 week trip. This time I did not take my bicycle with me. I have had too much hassle from the airlines with extra fees, broken and missing parts, and completely stolen bicycles from airports to want to deal with it again. I decided to either buy one there, or much better yet, rent one.
I packed ALL my bicycle necessities into one large backpack. It consisted of two panniers, a rear rack, my bike tools, seat, helmet, three changes of clothes, a laptop, and my minimal personal effects. 35 pounds worth. Not bad.
But finding a bicycle in Puerta Plata was difficult. First I landed the day before a national Catholic holiday. So everything would be closed. One has to wonder how there can be any respect left for the Catholic Church here after what the original Catholics did. Just read Bartolome de las Casas accounts of the genocide that wiped out virtually every last Taino Indian within the first 30 years of the conquest. The estimates run to 250,000 or more tortured and murdered. You must ask your how could the remaining Dominicans still believe in such a murderous church. But perhaps it was just Darwinism. The only ones they did not torture and kill were the few remaining believers.

Read More…

The Wild Years

Dwight Worker The Wild Years A series of autobiographical stories about Dwight Worker’s life, running from the law…before Lecumberri. THE WILD YEARS is available in paperback and ebook.

Escape from Lecumberri

Dwight Worker Escape from Lecumberri Only two people ever escaped from the infamous Lecumberri Prison in Mexico City: Pancho Villa and Dwight Worker. This is the true story of Dwight Worker’s amazing escape. ESCAPE FROM LECUMBERRI is available in paperback or Kindle.

About the Author

Dwight Worker is an American professor, activist, adventurer, and fugitive. He escaped from the Mexican penitentiary Palacio de Lecumberri in 1975 along with the book and movie Escape about the story

Throughout his life he participated in civil rights, anti-war, and environmental movements. In 1991, Dwight volunteered to serve in the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society.

Worker is a former professor at Indiana University, where he created the Information Security program for the Kelley School of Business before retiring in 2008 to farm, write, and travel.….READ MORE