Moto conchos !

The taxi industry is to Boca Chica what clothing was to New York City in the 50s. Every young man of talent is attracted to their noble steeds.

The world in Boca Chica!

The globe! Whoever put this up has some global ambitions.

The disco!

Every night Duarte closes to traffic and the bars and restaurants put out the plastic tables and chairs. People eat and eventually the restaurants closes and those who want to continue partying go to this disco. I'm not sure what it's called. It can get pretty sweaty inside. I'll try to find some pictures of the nightclub action later.

Boca Chica and the main strip

Duarta is the main strip of Boca Chica, as everybody probably already knows. For some reason just about every town in the Dominican Republic has a main drag called Duarte. What I find striking is the amazing contrast between daytime Duarta and nighttime Duarte. It's pretty civilized in the day. Bacchanalia starts around 7 or 8 pm. It's all in good fun though.

Tropical Garden Hotel

I always like Luigi of the Tropical Garden and his lovely younger wife Michaela, but I see that he no longer runs the hotel. His wife and a Frenchman from France are there instead. It's still a nice hotel but I never could figure out what happened to Luigi.

The hill!

I stay on the other side of the highway in Boca Chica. It's cheap and just as good as living down the hill. I enjoy spending time with the locals. But I do get tired of walking this hill every day!

Tropical dogs

Plus je vois l'homme,
plus j'aimie mon chien

--- Pascal ---

Stray dogs aren't too common where I live and when I see these things on the streets of Boca Chica it leaves me with mixed feelings. I admire their freedom. But I also find it unhygienic. It makes me think of Trujillo getting the stick from Batista at Hotel Hamaca after Fidel's coup.