It was either too much sun or last night’s shrimp but whatever it was a fever, headaches and the chills. To bed at 19:00 but the pounding rain made sleep difficult. The rooster started crowing at 05:00. Felt a bit better.
The Trip to Puerto Plata: Lunch at Uncle Ricks Café
A few of us chartered Rafael and his 1977 Caprice for a trip into Puerto Plata which included 2 hours of waiting time. Not exactly an exciting 45-minute drive as mostly flat with sugar cane fields. Small shanty towns for the sugar cane workers. Puerto Plata was more or less a hole in the wall with so many children wanting to be your “secretary” for the day. Keep moving as if you stop you’ll be swarmed. We had a brief stop at Uncle Rick’s Café for a Coke and a grilled cheese sandwich. It was a ramshackle building and the clientele scruffy and greasy looking Americans. They looked out of touch with reality. Dopesters? The television screen was playing videos when we arrived then Conan the Barbarian movie followed by a Charles Bronson shoot em up film. Our waitress was called Mama Juanita and like the establishment and its clients looked very seedy. All we need is Sam playing the piano and Claude Rains raiding the joint.