I'm back in the U.S. and in 42-degrees Whiteville, North Carolina. I have plenty of video to edit, so as soon as I get settled in, I'll begin work on that.
I didn't mention this before, but while at the Carnaval celebration in La Vega, some little sprite stole my iPad from my front pocket. I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but after I shot the dancers at several areas I noticed it was gone.
That's the thing about traveling; you are sent into a panic instantly. You don't think; "Gee, where did I put my keys? Or phone? Or iPad?" Since you are generally carrying everything, and are constantly moving when you notice something missing -- it's an instant, exhilarating panic.
And that's what I did when I felt that empty feeling at my right thigh. I spun around in the middle of, oh, about a thousand people, and I wandered around a little until I realized how screwed I really was.
So, I found a city police officer who took me to the local police station where I was unable to fill out a report (Sunday).