Thomas came for dinner last night. We really like Thomas – he is the son of parents who worked for an NGO – something to do with world hunger or something – and grew up in Scotland, India, the Phillipines and Nepal. He says he’s Scottish, although it seems that he has spent the littlest amount of time in his life there. Thomas has blonde dreadlocks, and I’ve always seen him in the same clothing – t-shirt, jeans with big holes in the knees, sandals – although last night he had gotten a new pair of grey pants. Thomas is a little down – he is living in a whorehouse, and the residents are constantly ripping him off, his one week old, broken down motorcycle has broken down for good, it seems. He is lonely. He regaled us with stories of Las Galeras at night, a time we don’t know because the kids are usually in bed by 9, shortly followed by us. Unfortunately, Thomas shed light on some people we have grown fond of in the daytime, telling us how many women they were with in the evenings at the disco and whorehouse. It will be tough to look at some of them in the future without thinking of these things.
We are renting a 4 wheeler – an ATV – today. We have been talking about it all week, and Benjamin is geared up for it, getting out of bed this morning as if it were Christmas.
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