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

tourist

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"...job teaching diving in Menorca where I enjoyed the work, although the dive school was in a shopping centre and the water was freezing. There were rocks instead of corals, and the odd cod instead of shoals of beautifully coloured fish. The job was for six months as the tourist season ended in October, when once again I was on the hunt for employment but dreaming of tropical beaches and warm water. I was determined to turn my dream into reality. ..."
"...touristt 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 were ..."
"...had my very own staff. Jason, Billy, Frank and Martin. Jason was Haitian, in the country legally, and in charge of water sports, which involved handing out free masks and snorkels, fins and kayaks. The other three were Dominican and walked along the beach and by the pool, signing tourists up for pool dives, where I could then sell them a diving package. ..."
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"... then sell them a diving package. These four were the envy of their friends as they could spend all day long talking to foreign tourists. Sitting at my little plastic table in front of the hut, I asked Martin one day, “Why do you want to do this job?” “It helps my English,” he replied ..."
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"... the 1940s or 1950s. Apart from the tourists who came and went, Juan Dolio was like a village and I soon got to know people so everywhere I went would be greeted not just with a, “Hola!” but a handshake, and sometimes a hug and a kiss. In no time I felt I belonged. I found myself smiling ..."
"...myself. I loved my job, and what I loved most was the optimism. I was used to a life of pessimism and moaning. Moaning about the weather, taxes, house prices, work, or transport. Here everyone seemed to look on the bright side, which was refreshing. I would watch the tourists climbing onto the coach to take them back to the airport at the end of their holidays, and I felt blessed I did not have to leave. ..."

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"...Apart 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 de Macoris, once a fortnight to the main supermarket. But while I was teaching Danilo about geography, history, science, he was teaching me too, about living in poverty, ..."
"...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 living in the mountains. ..."

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Chapter 3: Family life
"...and Haitians alike. He was funny and always made them laugh, and the children adored him. He would arm wrestle with the Haitian construction workers giving them a bottle of beer if they beat him, played magic games with the kids and give them sweets. He would teach the tourists to dance. He was very generous and he would never see anyone go hungry or if someone had a severe financial problem he would always try to help them out. ..."

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"...He rarely said no. Some did pay him back, most didn't. I began to learn that ‘lend me’ was ‘give me’. We also helped with medical issues. Medicines were often given to me by tourists before they left the DR, and I would distribute these to local people who were sick. Although the medicines were available, many people could not afford to buy them. I would take blood pressure for pregnant women, and if it was high would send them to the doctor. I ..."

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"...The third type are the high quality hospitals and clinics in the tourist areas. Whilst not as large as the major hospitals in Santo Domingo or Santiago, these are high quality clinics with a high standard of in-patient care and all doctors and staff speak English. Finally there are the local clinics, used by the local people. There are usually 3 to ..."

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Chapter 6: Back to normal
"...Guayacanes, which was to be made up of seven towns and villages. The largest was Guayacanes, a fishing town where the population was mainly Dominican with some Haitians and a few foreigners. It was on the beach, and there was talk of it being developed into more of a tourist area. The second largest, in terms of population was Los Conucos, a shantytown away from the beach, but where many people lived who worked in Juan Dolio. There were many more Haitians here, but also many Dominicans. Third was Juan Dolio, where we lived, which was the major tourist ..."

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Chapter 7: A new dream
"...The hotel reception was open and spacious with several large seating areas, and the tourists lounging around the reception desk thought it was a war starting. They began to move nervously and quickly towards the rear of the reception area, behind the sofas, as I pottered up to him, gave him a hug and the money, and off he went. ..."

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Chapter 8: The fight goes on
"...morning, when Odalis came to collect them. I spent the day on the beach, trying to read. Once again my stomach was churning and my mind racing. The words on the pages kept blurring as my thoughts wandered. I was still there, lying on the beach watching the carefree tourists when the phone rang. ..."

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Chapter 9: La primera dama
"...At about this time we closed the colmado. I didn’t have the time to work there and over the previous year sales had been gradually decreasing as less tourists came to Juan Dolio, and some of our bigger customers moved to other parts of the country or left all together. I was using my own money to keep the business afloat, buying stock and paying the boys wages, and we needed every penny for the campaign. It was ..."

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