Live the same

It was not far from the hospital. Our last trip to the Haitian Pit started from the same hospital. And here we are again - two drunk idiots who almost got robbed a couple of months ago in this area - heading there, only this time in the middle of the night. There was nothing special happening there that evening, maybe because people in this area have different customs or something. We drank some more and just wandered around... people avoided us... maybe because of the way I looked. I had dried blood on my legs, arm and clothes, my arm was bandaged, my face was covered in fresh scratches and my shorts were torn. We walked around and drank rum straight from the bottle... probably not the most pleasant sight, haha))) Not seeing anything interesting, I finally had a sensible idea for the first time that night - go home, clean myself up and go back to the beach, celebrate Christmas...

We headed back to my place. At the time, I lived in an area called Cocotal, a big, beautiful area, about 10 km wide. There were golf courses, beautiful scenery, gates and lots of security. You could either enter through the main gate, which was close to where I lived, or through another gate that led to the highway.

Haitian Pit was right next to the highway exit, so we decided to go in reverse. If we went through the main gate, we would have had to drive halfway through Bavaro on a winding road full of speed bumps. Riding a scooter on the highway is not very fun, and doing it at night when you are drunk is just stupid, haha. Luckily for us, the traffic on this highway is not very heavy, and at night and on a holiday there was no traffic at all.
We got to the gate pretty quickly, but to our surprise, it was locked... None of us knew that it locked at 10 pm.