We had been in the country a month & already made several trips to the capital. This trip was no different until… We reached the tollbooth, & Kurt unbuckled his seat belt to reach for change to pay the toll. As we pulled up to the drop, I noticed a police officer standing on the other side watching. I wasn’t concerned until I saw him wave his hand. He called us over & started talking rapidly in Spanish (which we barely knew). He was saying something about Kurt’s seat belt, & then he wanted our licenses, registration, & insurance. Obviously, we didn’t understand half those words & were fumbling around for what we thought he wanted. He said a few more things & then motioned us to move to the side of the road. I started to get worried because he was talking about giving us a ticket. Of course, a ticket here is not like a ticket in the states. Anything is possible. He finally came back, still acting like we’d get a ticket, but calmed down after he saw I was about to break down! We ended up leaving without a ticket, but it was our first of several experiences with the police. Not a dull moment on the road here in the DR.
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