That´s how Dominicans call the region that is near the Haiti border. Geographically it is rather west, but once you arrive there you understand that the name is well given and you tell to yourself that on your experience the “deep south” concept is rather similar in every country and it corresponds to a feeling and a pace, rather than an orientation, so the name fits great.
The minute you pass Azua, only 70 kms. away from Santo Domingo, you find yourself in a small and ruined road, that follows faithfully every hill and valley, and that makes your car creak like a middle age chariot. Some stretches of the road seem to be under renovation since the forgotten ages, and are no more than rural dusty tracks without safety signs nor posts where you can easily have the feeling that you are lost. On a week day, the road is almost empty, and you only cross from time to time some machines that are as old as the asphalt and 100cc. mopeds carrying a complete family of four members without helmets, lights and mirrors. The road to the deep south is timeless and quiet, and you feel you are witnessing an unfinished work with small constructions along the way. Some were apparently shops at some point, some are just lonely houses, and other are an absolute unknown.