Live Concert

My traveling companion, Sooi, met me in front of the hotel, because he was searching for some live music (which was the reason I had come to Santiago), but I had to severely disappoint him. Never giving up like the man he was, he found out the next day that there was a gig the night
before. The night we've been in search for at least some dancing and stuff, but all we found was a disco were we had to pay RD200 to get in, which we didn't want to pay as it looked like nobody was even moving inside (the 'D' in DISCO stands for "don't !").
Sooi also found out that the same band also played in a little town called "Mimey", which was on the way to our original destination, "Monte Christi", in the far North-West of the country. We decided to stay there for a couple of nights and then move on to Monte Christi to chill for Sooi's last days in the country.
We had to get off in "Cruce Guayacanes" and take another one for the last stage. I could only reme mber the "Cruce" part and the locals only used the last part to refer to the town. Nevertheless they understood when I asked "¿Es aqui, Cruce ..?".
We booked into the hotel in town (it looked as there was only one) which
we payed RD200 a night per person.

The security for our personal stuff there bared me more then sorrows, certainly when the owner and a friend came by our room and immediately showed an interest in my laptop, asking
how much it costed...
So we locked out room tight, w ith the tiny little locker that we got from the hotel (the doorlocks from all the rooms were all forced open before) and went out in town, because this was the first night of the "fiestas patronales". When we came back, no grizzly-bears had entered our rooms and the toilet paper was still in place (ouf)...