Bavaro

A Tropical Halloween. Scary nice.

Papaya y Pineapple.

Yes, I know I'm an amazing photographer, thanks, but it's not very hard with scenes like this.

Welcome to the Jungle! Like Axle said, it's all for sale. You can take anything you want, but you better not take it from me!


For a couple days, I had no gas to cook with, so I ate the huge avocadoes with whatever was around. I did alright on this one.
Dead and looking good.

Catch your fish and bring it to this guy.

So now that I have an apartment in Bavaro village, it's afforded me a look at another side of this area. A few glimpses:
The loud bars, bachata music blaring out of oversized speakers. The people waiting on the street, on the corner or under the shade of trees. The motoconcho drivers, the slow cars, the fast taxi vans, the speed bumps every few feet it seems, the potholes, the long drive from place to place. The blazing hot sun, but it feels better to walk.

The men riding to the next construction job in the back of trucks, the women looking good on the side of the road. Security guards everywhere, shotguns ready at the gas station.
The baseball game starting at 9 PM in the humid air under the lights. Seeing the guys throwing the ball around and warming up makes me miss baseball.

The locals working on the beach remind me of the job I used to do. And it causes me to start thinking about work myself. They tend to the tourists, but I think I know what they’re thinking.

The last few photos aren't mine, but you don't care, do you.