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Bar in What about your saucepans
What about your saucepans
Ten years in the life of a British woman
living in the Dominican Republic


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"...Bar epiphany happened in the Maldives. I was on a live-aboard dive-boat, and one particular night we were Barbecuing on a tiny island, not much bigger than a roundabout, in the middle of the Indian Ocean. It was pitch black and the stars were sparkling and glistening like distant diamonds. ..."
"...Baras met at the airport by the owner of the dive school, Klaus. He showed a remarkable resemblance to Benny Hill. Short, rotund, red-haired and, as I was to find out, a temper to go with it. We drove to Juan Dolio, twenty-five minutes from the airport, and stopped at ..."
"... Juan Dolio, twenty-five minutes from the airport, and stopped at a bar opposite the dive school. “This place is called Chocolate Bar,” announced Klaus, in his heavy German accent. “And I can see my other instructors are here, so it’s a perfect time to introduce you.” We climbed out ..."
"... Bar,” announced Klaus, in his heavy German accent. “And I can see my other instructors are here, so it’s a perfect time to introduce you.” We climbed out of the car and walked up to the wooden Bar under a thatched palm roof. “She is Marian and he is Uwe,” said Klaus, pointing out a ..."
"... out of the car and walked up to the wooden bar under a thatched palm roof. “She is Marian and he is Uwe,” said Klaus, pointing out a couple sat at the Bar both wearing shorts and Neptuno dive sky blue T-shirts. “Hi,” I said a little nervously, as we walked up to them. Klaus had spoken ..."
"...Bar next day I was free, to get over the jet lag, and set off to explore Juan Dolio. It was a pleasant, bustling little seaside town, consisting of a road along the beach three miles in length and not a lot else. On the beach side of the street ..."
"...it took a while, how to sit on the back of the bike without holding onto anything. And dead proud of myself I was too. The motoconcho driver was called Liko and he became my personal chauffeur, taking me to work every day and picking me up from Chocolate Bar after work. ..."
"... As the dive school flourished, new instructors arrived including Fred the long haired French hippy and Neil, taking time out from his IT work in England, and my social life took off. We worked hard, but played hard too. Every night we would be out at a local Bar where there was live music. ..."
"...Barre was music everywhere in the country. In the Bars, in the street, in the houses, in the shops. Dominicans love dancing and you would see people dancing in the supermarkets. I was always being asked to dance and unlike the UK, the women do not dance together around their ..."

"...One evening I was out with Neil and Fred, two of the dive instructors, in Chocolate Bar in Juan Dolio. The Bar was full as usual, music blaring out and I wandered through the crowd talking to students I had been diving with that morning, sometimes stopping to dance with Dominicans, but I knew I shouldn’t stay up too late as I was diving in the ..."
"... you at work in the morning!” “Wake me up please,” Fred shouted back and I grinned and began to walk out of the Bar to hail a motoconcho. Behind me I heard someone speak, trying to catch my attention, “I Danilo. I take you home on pasola (scooter)?” I turned around. In front of me ..."
"... on the policeman was always known as Picante. We met most evenings for the next couple of weeks, slowly learning about each other. Danilo told me he had been brought up in the mountains above Barahona, a town in the south west of the country. “What about your parents?” I asked. “They ..."
"... I four years old and took me and my brother Biembo to live in La Loma.” “La Loma?” I asked. “It is the mountain above Barahona. We went on donkey, it take very many time and is cold.” “But what about food, were there shops? And where did you live?” I persisted. “My father, he ..."
"... has another man. Then they live with my mother in capital, but my mother she die, so they live with me.” “So… where did you live in the capital. I thought you lived in Barahona?” “I move to capital when I eighteen. My father, he sell cow for clothes and passage. I go be a policeman, ..."
"... right. The other major issue for us was the language Barrier. My Spanish was very limited, and although Danilo spoke a little English, the kids spoke none. One night I said to them in my broken Spanish, “Do you want pasta or rice to eat?” three little faces looked blankly at me. ..."
"...Barrt from the practical side of things, the cultural gap was enormous. My first few months in the Dominican Republic, I saw it through the eyes of a tourist. I only went onto the main road, to the Bars, restaurants and shops. I went into the local town, San Pedro ..."
"...Barad no idea over half of the country lived in such appalling poverty. In the towns the houses were made of breezeblocks or wood, usually with zinc sheeting on the roof. The design was always the same with a little outside terrace for sitting on, and inside, through the door, ..."
"...Bar homes inside were basic, usually one room with the zinc roof weighted down with rocks to stop it blowing off in the wind. There was no running water or electricity and everyone used a public latrine shared with twenty or so houses. The room had a Bare earth floor ..."
"...Barortunately, one evening, Danilo and I were dancing in Guila Café, a local Bar with a live band every Monday night, where we would regularly go. He and I were dancing together when suddenly a man tapped me on the shoulder, wanting to dance with me. I was confused till ..."
"...Barwould meet up with his friends, like Saya, a pot bellied Dominican who always seemed to be around, and Fred and Ian, the dive instructors. Everyone seemed to know Danilo, wherever we went there were people to talk to or laugh with. Most nights we were out dancing at different ..."
"...He wanted to show me Barahona, his hometown, so we rented an SUV, called known as a jipeta here, and off we went for the weekend. Danilo sitting next to me in the front and the kids in the back. It was a long drive, over four hours, all along the southern coast of the ..."
"...we went to the local pica pollo (fried chicken) shop in town for dinner. The next day Danilo’s brother, Cristian, came with us and we drove around the whole area. He was not Danilo’s blood brother, but Danilo had stayed with Cristian’s family while he went to school in Barahona. We drove along the coast road, stopping at places where the rivers running down from the mountains met the ocean, bathing in cold river water, whilst looking at the sea and feasting on fresh fish and frosty Presidente beer. ..."
"...We had a lovely time in Barahona and I could see why it had such a special place in his heart. It was very different from the tourist resort we lived in, and I loved having seen a completely different side to the island. Whilst I loved the ocean, I could certainly see the attraction of ..."

Chapter 3: Family life
"...Barad no idea what would happen, as nothing at all had been arranged. I arrived home at seven o’clock and was stunned. The garden was decked out in blue and white balloons, tables and chairs with flowers and tablecloths, the Barbecue was heating up, and there were women in the ..."
"...Barwas a fabulous party, with Dominican music blasting out and everyone dancing in the garden, and a scrumptious Barbecue with chicken, sausages and burgers, accompanied by rice and salads. The alcohol flowed, mostly rum and coke, but there was a top table for the important guests, from the Air Force ..."
"... financial problem he would always try to help them out. One Mother’s Day Danilo called me. “Go to Bar after work. I have present for you for day of Mother. Be there six o'clock.” I went to the bar, and waited and waited. As usual Danilo was late. “Here is present," he said, ..."
"... Danilo called me. “Go to bar after work. I have present for you for day of Mother. Be there six o'clock.” I went to the Bar, and waited and waited. As usual Danilo was late. “Here is present," he said, grinning, as he handed me a banana. I took it, smiling. “Why have you bought me ..."
"...Barlast, I thought, I had my very own pasola. And then I turned round. Outside the Bar was a black Suzuki jeep with Lindsay written across the windscreen. There were also transfers of a Mexican on a horse. What was that all about? And Danilo explained. My nickname at the ..."
"...Barhough we were enjoying living in the house, when the gay Italian, Oscar, came back to the DR he would often be annoyed about something or other. Either the kids were noisy, or Can Can was Barking too much. We decided it was time to buy our own house. It ..."
"...BarNo be estupid. This Dominican cat. Eat salami.” He proceeded to give it a chunk of salami, which the kitten devoured. She was a terror and moved to the new house with us. Unfortunately she did not last long, as she spat at Can Can once too often and met ..."
"...Barwould cook, clean, take me anywhere I wanted to go, buy me presents. Do everything he could to make my life easier. He paid the bills, did the shopping, and half of the cooking. It was the little things I adored. He knew when we ate whole fish I didn’t ..."
"...Barwell as being the main place for food, the colmado doubles up as a Bar at night – and all day Sunday – and is the main social centre of the neighbourhood. There is usually a television in one corner and the colmado fills up for baseball games and the ..."

"...Barre was also a system of commission. If you recommended someone to a lawyer or a plumber or electrician, anyone, the person who carried out the work would pay you commission. We had arranged to have some metal Bars installed at the windows in a new room we had built ..."
"...Barat the children down. “Santa Claus is a man who comes from the North Pole where it is very cold and he brings the good children presents,” I explained. “You have to write a list of what you want him to bring you. As we have no fire we’ll have ..."
"...On the whole life continued to be one long holiday. I was busy with the colmado and new and old friends. There was an English girl called Sue from Liverpool, who had bought a Bar locally − Freedom Bar, and I would often go there for a chat. We had known each other for a couple of years as she was the tour representative in Hotel Talanquera where I used to work, and she had a Dominican boyfriend too. ..."
"...Margaret, who was the same age as me and great fun, had never lived outside America before coming to the DR and it was a huge change for her. I had met her in Freedom Bar and we had the same sense of humour so I offered to take her shopping. She did not have a car and was a little concerned about taking the local buses as she didn’t speak Spanish. I picked her up in the jeep, which had been fixed, to a ..."
"... able to spend time speaking English and being with people of a similar culture. We would also meet up several evenings a week at Freedom Bar where we would sing karaoke together and have a few glasses of Brugal. Unfortunately, before I knew it, life was to change dramatically. Loans are a ..."

"...The day passed peacefully enough and once dinner was over, I decided to go out to Freedom Bar where there was karaoke every Saturday night, and I could meet up with Margaret and have a chat with Sue. Danilo and I would go there every Saturday, although sometimes I would go alone if he was working. There was no one in the house when I left, as ..."
"... in the middle of construction. Fancying a change of clothing, I dressed in clothes from a previous life, Armani jeans and a red Dolce and Gabbana T-shirt, with a matching red leather clutch bag and set off in my jeep to the Bar, five minutes drive away. I arrived at the bar about a ..."
"... bag and set off in my jeep to the bar, five minutes drive away. I arrived at the Bar about a quarter to ten. It was already full and people were singing karaoke. I chatted and shook hands with friends as I went up to the Bar. “Hiya Margaret, hey Terry.” “Lindsay! How are you? You look ..."
"... a change!” I smiled ruefully. Terry got up from his Bar stool and offered it to me and I smiled at him. “Thanks Terry,” I said, hoisting myself onto the stool next to Margaret, and started chatting to her and Sue, running through the events of my day. I would normally stay till the ..."
"... of my day. I would normally stay till the Bar closed, usually one in the morning, but for some reason this particular evening I felt uncomfortable, restless. At ten twenty or so I decided to leave. Danilo was still not answering his phone, and I was not in the mood for karaoke. “Listen ..."
"... my handbag looking for my phone. Suddenly the dogs started Barking crazily. Oh no, please don’t hurt my dogs, I thought desperately, and ran to the corner of the house, peering round the wall, terrified and in shock, to see what was happening. More shots and the dogs were going wild, ..."
"...Bare shots and the dogs were going wild, jumping up at the men, snarling savagely and Barking. I moved back to my hiding place and picked up the phone, but couldn’t think straight. Who shall I call? What should I do? Make a bloody decision woman! I screamed to myself. ..."
"...Barring the shots, Juander immediately turned to Jason and screamed, “Go get the shotgun from under the bed!” and ran outside. By the time he got to the front of the house, the men had gone and the dogs were still Barking and hurling themselves at the gate. Juander was ..."
"...“No way!” yelled Billy. “We can’t leave her! We must do something. We need a car!” He ran out into the street, desperately looking for a car to flag down. Meanwhile, Angelita decided to become the town crier and went down to Freedom Bar on the same bike, which had taken me to the clinic. She ran into the middle of the packed Bar screaming, “Lindsay is dead!” ..."
"...BarHaitian,” I mouthed. I wanted to tell them about the braids and gestured I wanted a pen and paper and wrote it down. There were two men, one tall and one short, the tall one had braids. Was building house. The fact one had braids ensured great business for the ..."
"...Barnder returned from the hospital in San Pedro and was not allowed past the gates into the house and garden. Other friends and the children, who had been in baseball camp in San Pedro, arrived and were told to stay outside. They stayed there all night, together with Luis the ..."
"...I wanted to walk out to the car park but was too dizzy, instead I was wheeled down in a wheelchair. Danilo obviously had to drive, which was a nerve-racking experience, but finally we reached Juan Dolio and as we passed the Freedom Bar I asked him to stop. I walked into the Bar shakily, slowly and carefully putting one foot in front of the other, leaning on Danilo and my stomach welcomed its first nourishment since I had been shot. Another shot, this time of Brugal rum. Everyone was delighted to see ..."

Chapter 6: Back to normal
"... Pedro and the ambulance. Danilo and I knew why it had happened but the local expats, maybe to make themselves feel safer, began to make up stories. One morning I wandered into Freedom Bar for a coffee and perched on a Barstool. There was an expat sitting next to me. “Hi,” she said in an ..."
"...BarWell, they didn’t. I was there, I know what happened, I know who they are, and they are in jail.” With that I left abruptly, as I didn’t want to hear more rubbish. I drove off to another Bar, and again, as soon as people saw me walking in I ..."
"...Bar rumours and the gossip didn’t stop. Slowly I stopped going out as much as every time I went into a Bar or restaurant, I couldn’t help but notice the stares followed by hushed and furtive conversations and more stares. The Canadian woman paid $1,000 US for her boyfriend to ..."
"...Bar fact I was unable to speak very well was incredibly annoying. Danilo bought me a whistle, which I would wear round my neck, as I couldn’t shout, and everyone was given a number of peeps. Danilo was one, Dany two etcetera. I discovered I could speak on a one ..."
"... him on now!” he shouted. “It’s important.” “Hold your bloody horses,” I mumbled, as I yelled Danilo to come to the phone, and I went into the bathroom. I wasn’t really listening, then Danilo Barged into the bathroom. “Come on, we have to go! Boys in accident.” “What ..."
"...Barat Danilo and José Luis down. “Explain boys,” I demanded. It appeared Danilo had agreed with José Luis that Sosa could use our garden and house for a party for his supporters. Although he was the Diputado for this area, he did not have a local house suitable for such ..."

Chapter 7: A new dream
"...Barcelino was a confident and well-known Dominican in Juan Dolio, buying and selling various businesses. In fact it was his colmado we had bought a few years earlier. He seemed to make and lose fortunes quickly. Each time he sold a business, and they were always Bars, restaurants, colmados, he ..."
"...Barthe meantime I carried on raising money from family and friends. I even approached my ex-husband and although we only communicated once a year to say hello and keep in touch, he was happy to help towards the campaign. We would go through times when we had enough for events ..."
"...The police went through the house and found Compres and another member of the team, Barani. They were also threatened with guns to their heads, and arrested. Compres and Barani were taken to the DNCD (Drug Squad) headquarters in the capital, one dwendy was taken to the local police station and one was taken to hospital under guard as he was bleeding heavily. ..."
"...Barstarted off at the campaign headquarters on the main road and marched through Guayacanes. The number of people taking part in the march was incredible, with Danilo and I at the head. There were drums and everyone singing, ‘Danilo pa’ ayuntamiento’, ‘Danilo for the Town Hall’. As we walked through ..."

Chapter 8: The fight goes on
"...Barani, one of Danilo’s best friends and very supportive throughout the whole campaign, hired us a Lexus. We drove to the launch with four security guards standing on the footboards and hanging off the side of the car – just like I had seen on TV with the American President. ..."
"...BarWatch for Barbed wire,” he said, as he manoevered me over. He helped Compres next, who was shaking with fear. It was pitch dark, but Danilo led us through the woods, the long grass and brush scratching my legs as I tried to pick my way carefully, whilst he dragged ..."
"... too long to wait. We sat on the hotel balcony in the morning, listening to the radio. It was reported that everyone was looking for us. I was supposedly in England and Danilo in Barahona. They sent people to the house to find us and the press set up camp outside the gate. Nothing came from ..."

Chapter 9: La primera dama
"...Barthe alternate days we usually canvassed support by visiting people in their houses, or holding meetings at our house. We would often have events at local colmados where Danilo would make a speech, and we would all eat asopao, a type of soup with rice, which bore a remarkable resemblance ..."
"...and everyone dressed in purple. We were joined by the Governor from San Pedro in his Jipeta, the Minister for Sport, Jay Payano in his, the candidates for diputado and of course, José Maria Sosa, as candidate for Senator. But leading at the front was Danilo, once again with Barani driving a borrowed Lexus. This time I managed to get the front seat. ..."
"...headquarters in Guayacanes and drove through the municipality. It took hours. Danilo was waving to everyone, security guards running alongside or hanging off the car, and me shaking hands out of the window. It was very hot and luckily there was a good supply of water and beer, and Barani was organised and had a plastic gallon container that was passed around for everyone to pee in. I decided to keep my legs crossed, as the hole in the top was very small. We made it back to the campaign headquarters where Danilo made a short speech, and then ..."
"...Danilo did not want us to go back to the house, as he knew it would be full of people asking for money, and we were trying to save as much as we could for the last day of the campaign. Barani dropped us off at a cafe opposite the bank in Juan Dolio, where we ordered sandwiches and waited for Saya to pick us up in our jipeta. Saya had been driving it in the caravana and we discovered he had crashed and abandoned it to be picked up later ..."

"...Bareft home for the hotel on the Friday. Once again I was looking forward to the rest and a bath, full of excitement and anticipation now the election was nearly over. On Saturday morning Danilo came to pick up more money, and I spent the day quietly in my room ..."
"...Another good friend, Charlie, Shirley’s partner died of Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, and while I was away at Ginnie’s wake in the north of the island, Danilo’s best friend, Barani, died in a car accident together with his wife. He was the one who had guaranteed our loan from the loan shark in San Pedro, and we had no idea what was going to happen to that. ..."
"...We thought at first Barani had, for some inexplicable reason, driven off the road at three o’clock in the morning, although we were later to find out he had been pushed off the road by another vehicle. He had been murdered. It was not only a terrible personal loss for Danilo, but Barani was ..."
"...“I no know. Maybe a week, maybe two week.” He arranged for someone to take me away in secret, and given what had happened to Barani, I left over the back wall again, and we checked all the way to ensure we were not followed. The person who drove me was sworn to secrecy and he dropped me off a few miles from my final destination, so even he did not know where I was ..."

Chapter 11: Hope
"... We had a piece of land in Barahona in the Loma where Danilo had been brought up. We had bought it several years earlier and luckily it had not been taken from us. We would be safe there, and I liked the idea of living on top of a mountain, with fantastic views and pottering on a ..."
"...BarYou will see,” was the only answer I could get out of him, so I sat back to enjoy the ride. I had no idea where we were going, and dozed off. I was abruptly wakened with the car bumping up and down, and looked out of the window. We ..."
"... previously. “My dogs!” I yelled, as I scrabbled to get out of the car and threw my arms around Sophie and nuzzled her neck. I was trying not to cry, but I was insanely happy to see them. The dogs were Barking and jumping up at me, and Danilo pulled me by the arm. “Come on, come ..."
"...Bare in the Barrio was very different. The noise for one thing. It was only quiet from midnight to five in the morning, apart from Barking street dogs. The day would begin at five with the roosters crowing. The neighbours would put the radio on full blast, all different stations ..."
"...Bar garden, if you can call it that, was massive. There was the main area around the house, which was mostly dust and mud, big enough to park a dozen cars in. There was a second garden, fenced off with Barbed wire, which was also dust and mud. This second ..."
"...Bar Barbed wire fence was perfect as a washing line and saved on pegs, though most of my clothes ended up with holes. The house came with a washing machine, which was just as well as the one in Juan Dolio had died. This one was also a twin tub, ..."
"...Bare was good and I revelled in the peacefulness as each day I felt the stress leaving my body. I felt no need to go out, enjoying the calm, smiling at the neighbours and the goings on in the Barrio. Danilo left every week to go back and meet with ..."
"...Barried to stay positive but kept reliving the scenario of what should have been. Living in a nice house, with my pool and beautiful garden. Helping the women and children in the municipality. Going out to restaurants in nice clothes feeling happy. We should have won. The Dominican music blaring ..."

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