Live the same

The second time was no less "interesting" for me. It turned out that in the Dominican Republic it is very easy to get drugs if you want. They can be offered anywhere - for example, motoconchos (taxi drivers on motorcycles - this is a separate story) or shoe shiners, who are mostly children. Shoe shiners are 99.9% a police "special operation", ha-ha-ha. But seriously, they are so naive - a young guy comes up to you and offers to clean your shoes, but you are in flip-flops. You refuse him, and he offers you cocaine. And around the corner there is a belly and a face in a police cap. I myself got into such situations three times. All this is done exclusively to extort money from tourists or just random people.

So, some of my friends also had acquaintances who were engaged in the sale of weed and everything connected with it. Like a movie cliche, these guys were Colombian 😄 And my friends ordered hash brownies from them - which was another experience for me...

This time, everyone gathered at my house. There were about ten people, maybe more. I used to throw parties because I had a huge grill and the host was a great guy who never got mad or complained about the parties. Even when I drunkenly tried to chip ice off the freezer with a knife and ended up breaking the fridge😅, the guy just replaced it and didn’t even charge me even though I offered to buy a new one.

Anyway, the Colombian brownie was delivered right to our house, as if we’d ordered a pizza. It was a pretty big cake or muffin, I don’t even know what to call it. It was cut into pieces beforehand so we wouldn’t overdo it, and we were warned that the cake was “really bad” and that eating more than two slices was strictly not recommended. I don’t know how much it cost; someone in our group paid for it and didn’t ask anyone for money. Everyone had fun and ate one piece. I also ate only one piece, honestly, just one. I was careful, but it didn't save me...