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Ginnie 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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Chapter 6: Back to normal
"...me through the years to come. The people I became closest to were all fellow Brits who lived on the north coast of the island. Shirley, who lived with her partner, Charlie, in a beautiful finca, John who lived in Sosua and had an amazing sense of humour, and Ginnie, who lived in Puerto Plata, had been here for years and knew a great deal about the country and its people. The forum had a chat room and often at night the four of us would be chatting about what had happened during the day with typical British humour. ..."
"...John was not like I imagined at all. Online he was hilarious and I was not expecting this quietly spoken mild-mannered northerner, although he still had a wicked, self-deprecating sense of humour. It was also lovely to meet Ginnie, who by then had had her first book about the DR published. She lived in a large house in Puerto Plata, the main town in the north, together with her English partner Grahame. ..."

Chapter 7: A new dream
"...I stayed up all night terrified the police would come back and arrest me. I told no one what was happening other than Ginnie in Puerto Plata. She knew a lot about politics in the DR and it was good to have someone to talk to. She agreed it was a set up, to cause problems for Danilo as the elections were getting closer. Nobody came near the house during the night, but ..."
"... “I can’t go,” I replied. “Danilo always said if there were problems I should stay out of the way. I have spoken to Ginnie, and she agrees with me. If we have to pay a bribe it will be much more if they see I am foreign. And he doesn’t want me involved in problems. I just can’t go.” ..."

Chapter 8: The fight goes on
"...to visit for a couple of weeks. I was looking forward to seeing her and had arranged for us both to travel to the north of the island to visit some of my friends, especially Shirley and Charlie, who was back from hospital in the UK, and John, and Ginnie and her partner Grahame. I was still chatting to Shirley and John online daily, and Ginnie and I would talk endlessly about the campaign and how it was going. It would be too much for Mum to be in my crazy house all of the time. By now people ..."
"...her. Once we arrived back at the house she was staggered by the number of people in the house and garden, every minute of every day. She came with me as I was campaigning, visiting houses in the outlying villages. We drove up to the north coast to see Ginnie and Shirley and she, like me, was grateful to get away from the mayhem for a few days. ..."
"... and then the main election should be plain sailing.” Mum was enchanted by Ginnie and sat listening as we discussed the latest political shenanigans. “It’s ridiculous,” Mum announced. “Absolutely nothing like England.” “No, not at all,” agreed Ginnie sipping her fresh lime ..."
"... ridiculous,” Mum announced. “Absolutely nothing like England.” “No, not at all,” agreed Ginnie sipping her fresh lime juice. “And I’m concerned for Lindsay and Danilo that we haven’t seen the last of it.” “I can’t see what they can do,” I commented. “Danilo was voted ..."
"... see what they can do,” I commented. “Danilo was voted in as the candidate, so what can they do about it?” “Hmm, well… let’s wait and see,” answered Ginnie. We had a relaxing time staying at Shirley’s farm, went to Cabarete beach to eat fantastic large plates of prawns, ..."
"...“I know!” he yelled back. “I have it here in my hand, and I win! We win, I am candidate! I come home now. You wait for me!” He sounded jubilant. I was too excited to go to bed and began calling and emailing people. Ginnie was over the moon too, as she had been following this every step of the way. By now it was midnight and I went and put on my pyjamas and waited for Danilo to come home. A bad move as visitors started to arrive at the house. At first ..."

"... mess. The atmosphere was appalling. No security guards, no dwendies. I phoned Ginnie to tell her what had happened, and as usual she was very supportive. “Well, I’m sorry, but I’m glad he lost,” she said. “If he’d won, I‘d have been worried all the time that they would ..."
"... I don’t want no for an answer,” she instructed me in a very no nonsense tone. “But Ginnie, I’ve no idea if I can ever pay you back,” I said, with tears in my eyes at her understanding and generosity. “Don’t worry about that. I can afford to lose it and you and Danilo need it. ..."
"...More bad news kept coming. Grahame, Ginnie’s partner emailed me one morning to say Ginnie wasn’t feeling too well and would not be online that day. I wrote back to give her my love and said we’d chat when she was feeling better. By 9pm I received another email. Ginnie had died. It was the most ..."
"...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. ..."
"...For my part, I missed Ginnie terribly as she was the one person who understood the local politics. She and I would communicate every day, and she would give me advice. Most of our other friends had no idea what was going on, and only Ginnie knew about the situation with the house. I did ..."
"...I was on the north coast of the island and spent my time between Shirley’s finca, where she lived alone since Charlie’s death, and Grahame, Ginnie’s partner, who was also on his own. It was a lovely break. I could sleep knowing no one would come to the gate. No one would arrest me, or worse. I was eating good food, rather than tins of sardines and plantains when we could afford to eat. Danilo ..."

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