SOSUA,
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC CLUB 59 NIGHTCLUB
Calle Pedro Clisante to the main drag of nightclubs
and major nightlife happenings in Sosua, Dominican Republic. The street is
closed off from 6pm to 6am to cars, but everything is open and the restaurants
and bars set up tables on the street. There is usually live music as well on
Saturday. If you want nightlife, you can spend the nights in Sosua on this
strip doing nothing but cruising the bars. The shops stay open at night, too.
Yes, Sosúa’s main
strip, Pedro Clisante Street, closes off to traffic after dusk and is the
hub of nightlife in this beach town. Bars, lounges, and nightclubs lining the
street continue on late into the night. Live music is usually on the menu at
least once a week, including variations of rock and blues at a number of
expat-owned establishments.
If you’re young and single, the lively
bars on the Pedro Clisante strip are full of good- looking guys and girls
dancing to the soothing rhythms of Latin music, sharing funny stories and
enjoying the mild tropical climate at night. The nightlife here is enjoyable,
very noisy but lots of fun. It start’s early and goes on all night with most
bars and discos open until 12 pm during the week and 2 pm on weekends.
Unfortunately, there is a dark side to
most everything, and in Puerto Plata, the DR police raided 11 nightclubs linked
to trafficking in women, as part of an operation that aims to reduce
prostitution along the Dominican Republic’s North Coast. Among the places
closed were the Diamond Club Lounge, Club X, Merengue Bar, Bourbon Street, Club
59, Platinum Disco Bar, Sosúa Light 2012 Bar, Blue Ice Piano Bar, Chez Mon
Real, BBQ Grill Sport Center and Central Bar.
Apparently, the nightclubs located on
Pedro Clisante street housed dozens of local young women who offered sex to
tourists staying in hotels in Sosúa and Cabarete. The police also sought minors
who were exploited by pimps, in addition to guns and drugs.
Club 59 was listed above in the clubs that were raided, and I mention it in the spy thriller MISSION OF VENGEANCE which takes place in the Dominican Republic. Here’s a snippet from the novel:
Time
to move! Corey walked at a fast pace across the street and entered
the Club 59 disco, then strolled to the men’s room. The noise and lights engulfed
the senses; no one would remember seeing him. He swung open the restroom door
and placed a rubber door stopper under it so no one could enter. The killer was
peeing up a storm into the urinal. The Furosemide diuretic that the girls
slipped into his drink worked quickly.
Corey glanced at the one other person in
the room, a punk rocker wearing torn denim pants, military-style boots and plenty
of spikes and studs protruding from his ears, eyebrows and lips. Tinted green
and blue streaks radiated out from his mohawk haircut. He was fifteen feet
away, admiring himself in the mirror. Not a threat.
The killer finished, zipped up his pants and
turned to leave. He stared into a Glock held at his face.
Corey said, “Yury Bocharov says ‘Hi!’”
No time to pull the trigger! Out of
his peripheral vision, Corey saw the punk rocker whip out a gun. A white flash.
Even though he slammed himself to the ground, Corey felt the slice of a bullet
going through his left shoulder.
A half-second. That’s all it took for
Corey to fire two rounds. The first R.I.P. bullet hit the punkster in the
chest. No blood splattered on the wall behind him. The bullet shards exploded
inside him and punctured his lungs and heart. The second round hit the assassin
in the head, who already had his PSM halfway out of its concealed carry
holster. Blood and bits of brain splattered upon the wall and urinal.
Corey spoke into his Bluetooth. “I’m hit.
Go to backup plan.” Blood oozed out of his shoulder as he got up and staggered unpretentiously
through the dancing hoards. The ether of flashing lights, heavy-metal and acid
rock became his cover. No one glanced his way. Shit, I could have shot him
on the dance floor and no one would have noticed.
He saw the front door and stumbled toward
it, snatching a psychedelic Jimi Hendrix jacket off an empty chair and draping
it over his shoulder; its owner was gyrating on the dance floor to a medley of
Black Sabbath, Iron Butterfly and Alice Cooper hits.
As he staggered out of Club 59, Lieutenant
Daniel Sanchez raced up to the curb in his unmarked detective car and swung
open the back door. Corey wobbled slightly by the door, then fell inside. Whistle
Blower appeared and got in back with him. She took a first aid kit out of her
purse as he faded into a cataleptic state. End of snippet.
I hope you enjoyed that scene from MISSION OF VENGEANCE. Lastly, enjoy this video of Club 59 on Sosúa’s main strip, Pedro Clisante Street. Maybe you’ll see Corey Pearson there!
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