Fifty days in, who’d have thunked it? I’m still in the Dominican Republic. I’ve been here over a week! Bah! But I leave today (thanks again, Team Odyssey!) and all, for the moment, is good. Met a friend of Ken’s called Esperanza. She’s from Colombia and she photographs naked chicks (including herself) for a living, pretty good at it too (ahem – by all accounts). Ken does her website. Not often you meet a good-looking girl and the first thing they show you are naked photos of herself, but there you go, welcome to the DR.
A light lunch with Ken and Esperanza and then off to the offices of DR1.com to say goodbye to everyone. Got down to the docks in good time, only to find out that the container boat, The Linge Trader, wouldn’t be leaving until tomorrow. More delays! But…I was allowed to stay on the ship for the night so I spent the time sorting out how on Earth I’m going to get from Costa Rica to Florida in four days.
I also found out from an old friend that a certain purveyor of dead parrots has been informed of my travels. I can’t tell you what he said, but it’s cool, I tell you, it’s cool!