Born and raised in southern California. My career exodus has taken me to Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, South Carolina, Virginia, and Washington, DC. And as of 23 January 2005, Seoul, Korea. Married with 6 grown children (blended family). First grandchild is in the oven! I created this blog to document my adventures as an expat living and working in Korea. I'm also pretty confident that I will on occasion feel the need to express my views on current events and other matters I find of interest.
Yesterday’s rooftop gathering was a success! I had a blast, and the feedback I received from other attendees echoed that feeling. Good friends, good food, and lots to drink—does it get any better than that?
The last of the guests departed around 10 p.m., and everyone professed to have had a good time. I know I did.
I never left the ‘hood all day, confining my morning walk to the streets of Alta Vista. I had a party to prepare for, after all.
It was a very good day to be alive. I went to sleep feeling truly blessed.
Today’s Quora Q&A:
Q: What is a habit you picked up from another country as an expat?
A: Well, I guess there are lots of little things you pick up along the way. One that comes to mind is from my 10+ years in South Korea. Whatever you do in an interaction with another person, you do with two hands. Paying at the convenience store? Hand the money over with both hands. Drinking with someone of higher status (i.e. older), you pour their drink and you do it two-handed. Not doing so would be considered extremely rude.
There are many others, but that’s the one that came immediately to mind. It was also funny when I was back in the USA and in the habit of using two hands for everything. Got me lots of funny looks!
I enjoyed my Korea life. It’s too bad things turned out the way they did.
Today’s lame attempt at humor:
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now. I’ll be back tomorrow.
The Wednesday Walkers hike was supposed to begin with a Jeepney ride out to Philseco Road on the far side of Subic. Except we couldn’t get there from here. The first Jeep we hailed and boarded had not gone far before we discovered his last stop was in Magnan Vaca (Waltermart). Oops, our bad. We should have checked the sign on his windshield. So, we disembarked and hailed a Jeepney with Castillejos (the next town after our destination) in the windshield. He stopped at Waltermart and said he wasn’t going further (our group were the only passengers). We argued and offered to pay an extra 100 pesos to take us the two kilometers to Philseco Road, but the driver wouldn’t budge. Literally. I’ve never experienced a Jeepney not going the posted distance before. Anyway, we got out and walked the rest of the way to our intended starting point.
Scott and I are the Hares for the Hash on April 29th, so yesterday was a scouting mission to ensure there were no kinks in our intended trail. One potential problem is uncooperative Jeepney drivers. We may rent a Jeepney to transport the Hashers to the trail start instead of relying on the whims of random drivers. Otherwise, the trail we hiked should work for the Hash–7.5K (not counting the additional steps from Waltermart) and one relatively easy hill climb. The section where we walked through the busy Subic Market area may be altered so the Hashers can enjoy a more tranquil hike. We’ve got time to work that out.
The resort has updated its menu since my last visit. I was not planning to eat until I saw this:
I had business in town yesterday–using my remaining SOB coupons before they expired. I started at The Green Room, where I had some money on my 1500 peso voucher to expend. I’m doing gin and soda (with a can of soda on the side), which is twice the price of a beer. My money was gone after two drinks. I also bought my “regulars,” each a lady drink, so I lost money on that deal. When Wet Spot opened next door, I headed over to use my last coupon:
In addition to being more expensive, the gin and soda routine is harder to manage sobriety-wise. I was definitely a little tipsy by the end of the night. And once again, the damn coupon wound up costing me money. In perhaps an overly generous moment, I bought a large 800 peso pizza from Sit-n-Bull for the bargirls to share. Maybe I’d best stick with beer and just be fat and happy.
Anyhoo, got the party on the roof coming up later today. I’ve got chili cooking in the crockpot, and I baked up a slew of cornbread muffins and a batch of brownies. Swan and the team of helpers have been busy in the kitchen all morning as well. Should be some good eating and drinking going down up there soon. Looking forward to it.
Today’s Quora Q&A:
Q: As an expat in a foreign country, what are your burial, cremation, or funeral plans? Will it be in your current or home country?
A: Well, one thing is for sure once I’m dead it isn’t going to matter to me. Still, I don’t want to leave the burden on my children. I had a friend here (the Philippines) die last year and his family went through a lot of hassle and expense to get his body back home for burial. My plan is to be cremated and have my ashes dumped in the bay or maybe in the mountains where I hike. It’s really not a big deal to me, keep it cheap and easy!
There are some things I need to do so the people I leave behind are overly burdened by my passing. I’ll get busy with that soon.
Nothing to complain about, and I lived to tell the story, so as far as yesterday goes, it’s all good.
I started my Tuesday with a visit to the Bureau of Immigration in Olongapo. They kindly consented to extend my tourist visa for another sixty days. Hooray! Swan was waiting on a chair outside the office, and as I exited, I jokingly said, “Well, hello there, Miss. I’m going to be staying another sixty days. Would you like to get together?” I didn’t know that one of the immigration officers heard me until he burst out laughing.
Next up was the shopping excursion at Royal. I’m having a gathering at The Rite Spot tomorrow, so we stocked up on all the goodies we’ll be serving. Looking forward to a good time up on the roof.
On the way home, we stopped by my dentist’s office so I could make an appointment. I’m overdue for a cleaning, but the real motivation was that one of my upper molars has been hurting. I don’t like pain generally, but a toothache is about the worst for me. Dr. Barrera is the best in town and is very popular with the expat community. Sadly, the first appointment I could get was for April 30. I guess I’ll be dealing with the pain as best I can until then.
Next stop was a quick visit to Dr. Jo. She extracted some blood for use in my third and final stem cell treatment to repair the sciatica nerve in my back. I had to come back later in the afternoon for the stem cell injections. She also gave me the results from my blood work last week and the good news was my kidney functions (BUN and Creatinine) are now back in the normal range. The glucose test results are still pending.
So, it was back to Dr. Jo at 2:30 for what she called my “crucifixion.” I received multiple painful injections of stem cells in my lower back. I’m still sore today. I casually mentioned my toothache, and Dr. Jo reminded me that painkillers like ibuprofen were off-limits while the stem cells were doing their business. Oops! She gave me a prescription for something called Eugenol, a dental analgesic in liquid form that you apply directly to the gums around the problem tooth. It seems to be working pretty well so far.
Swan and I departed Dr. Jo’s office and hoofed it over to a drug store on the Subic side of the river to purchase my meds. Then we did the walk out to Baloy for our Tuesday afternoon on the floating bar.
And then, in what I’m sure must have been a coincidence, within minutes of our arrival, everyone left but us.
Now, there has been a bit of controversy about Treasure Island of late. Several people have complained about the 400 peso fee the resort charges for use of the facility. Three hundred of that can be paid via corkage (food and drinks), and the other hundred is out of pocket. I’ve always assumed that this fee only applied to people who used the pool. Other people said they charged that to all customers, regardless of whether they used the pool. That didn’t sound right, but then again, every time I visited Treasure Island, I spent more than 300 pesos and never checked my bill for charges in addition to my food and drink.
Home after dinner for some couch time watching YouTube videos, then off to bed for some sleep. Toothache woke me a little after midnight, but Swan applied the meds, which gave me enough relief to get back to sleep.
Facebook memories carried me back seven years to my days as a boss.
Let’s do today’s Quora Q&A:
Q: Do Americans give up their citizenship when they retire in foreign countries?
A: No, they are not required to do so. A few do for tax purposes or other financial reasons. That’s relatively rare, though. I have no desire or intention to live in the USA again, but I’d never even consider giving up my birthright of citizenship.
Five years later, I still feel the same.
Let’s have some fun:
Okay, it’s time to use up the last of my bar discount coupons before they expire. Until next time.
Well, in normal Hash parlance, HHH stands for Hash House Harriers. But yesterday was Hashing Hard and Hot. Yes, it is the Philippines, and a tropical climate is expected. But even folks who have lived here for decades are complaining about the recent heat wave we’ve been experiencing. Hurry up and get here rainy season!
The Hare for yesterday’s trail, Vienna Sausage, is notorious for the difficulty of his trails. Our “sane” group of Hashers opted to take a different route up to the Kalaklan Ridge than the one the Hare chose. It may have been easier, but it was by no means easy. We did intersect with the actual Hash trail near the end of our climb, but by then, I was totally whacked out. So, four others and I took a shortcut back down to Barretto. It was definitely the right call for me. Even when I was back on flat ground for the walk to the On-Home, each step was tortuous. I had to resist the voice in my head telling me to catch a trike. I don’t mind shortcutting a trail, but by golly, I’m going to arrive at the end on my feet. Or die trying.
And then a sad Facebook memory:
Quora Q&A time:
Q: Joe’s Great Granddad owed my Great Grandad $100. Can I sue Joe for the money?
A: Yes, you are entitled to reparations for the sins of Joe’s great-grandad.
I hope the sarcasm came through.
Humor me this:
So, back to Dr. Jo this afternoon for what she calls “a crucifixion.” I’m getting the last of my stem cell injections that involve multiple painful needle jabs into my back. I also sent her a link to this post on Kevin’s blog and asked for her thoughts. Not sure she’ll have a chance to read it before my appointment, but I’ll share whatever insights she may have.
The day began with a sweet candy walk and ended in sour disappointment with the Fralics beauty pageant. Well, as they say, you’ve got to take the good with the bad. Let’s start with the good.
At noon, my driver picked us up for the trip to San Antonio. My helper Terri and Swan’s sister came along. We also picked up Tom and his gal Kate to join in the adventure. Or should I say disappointment? Tom met Kate a couple of years ago when she was a pageant contestant. I’ve attended two or three of these events previously, and I have always enjoyed them. Yesterday was pretty much a disorganized fiasco. Indeed, when long-time fans like us leave almost angry in frustration, you are doing it wrong. Some of the issues were logistics and timing–way too much downtime between events, and some of it was just not giving a shit about why those in attendance were there. The contest seemed secondary. The MC for the event stood on stage practically begging people to buy tickets for the 50-50 raffle (half goes to the winner, half to event organizers). It was pathetic, to say the least. He wouldn’t allow the contest to continue until the raffle pot had grown to at least 15,000 pesos, saying they needed the money to pay the rent and stay open. I enjoy the FRA venue, but I won’t be going back for the Fralics events next year. Okay, rant over.
Oh, well. Shit happens. A long way to travel and not have a good time. Lesson learned.
The Quora Q&A:
Q: Can I say an employee didn’t give a 2 week notice when called for a reference?
A: It’s generally true you just state the facts about employment history…date hired, date left. I did have a tough situation once. We had fired a mailman for drinking and driving in his mail truck! So, I got the call later for a reference check. Gave the basics as specified above. The caller asked if there was anything else I could tell them. I asked what job is he applying for…school bus driver! Yikes. So I honestly said, “I wouldn’t want him driving my kids.” The caller thanked me and said that is all I needed to know. No regrets and no repercussions.
Time to lighten things up a tad:
Another Hash Monday has arrived. Vienna Sausage is the Hare, so I expect I’ll be looking for alternatives. I’ll go to the start and decide from there. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.
In a land where some of us live rich while surrounded by many in need, it is good to see people giving of themselves to make life better for others. I have my projects that help a few in small ways, but it’s always nice to observe large, organized efforts by expat groups to comfort those less fortunate. Yesterday provided an excellent example of that.
Swan left early in the morning for the meet-up and I planned a surprise visit with a walk that passed through Naugsol. I arrived at the 3.5K mark.
It was nice to observe all that goodness, but the highway beckoned, and I continued my hike.
And for the third day in a row, I found myself outside of Waltermart. I caught a Jeep for home from there.
Because I’ll be out of town this afternoon, I moved the Hideaway feeding up a day.
Then it was off to my weekly visit on the Arizona floating bar.
We did our nightcap at Wet Spot, then ordered Sit-n-Bull takeout for dinner. Another good day in the life.
Today’s mockery of our pretend president:
This brought back memories:
On to Quora Q&A then:
Q: Someone offered you $1 million to commit one crime. Which crime would you commit, and why?
A: Adultery is a crime in the Philippines and for a million dollars I’d be willing to break that law!
For the record, when I answered that question in 2020, I didn’t have a girlfriend. Just sayin’.
And now for the day’s lame humor:
We’ve got a candy walk to attend to now, and after that, we’ll make our way to San Antonio. The FRA (Fleet Reserve Association) is having its annual Fralics beauty pageant. It should be fun, and it will be nice to get out of town for a change of scenery.
Only two other folks joined for the Friday group hike yesterday. I wanted to go back to the area I had hiked on Thursday and explore some trails I’d seen but not taken. So, we took a Jeepney ride to Subic and walked most of my previous hike in reverse. Except we did take a Jeepney back to Barretto from Waltermart this time. Anyway, it was a nice enough 6+K hike, but all the new paths I wanted to check out wound up being dead ends. Oh well, that’s why they call it scouting.
And that brings us to Friday night. The SOB was being held at La Oficina, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Once or twice a month is enough of that entertainment for me. So, after showering and getting ready for the trip into town, I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go. And finally, it occurred to me that The Rite Spot On The Roof would satisfy my needs. Swan was actually thrilled when I gave her the news.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the kitchen the girls had been preparing some dinner.
I enjoyed my Friday night at home better than I would have in the bars.
Swan surprised me yesterday when she asked me to lie on the bed and lift my shirt. I did as I was told, and she took a picture. Then she started laughing. When I asked her why, she sent me this:
Then she sent me the photo she took:
Later in the day, I came across this and sent it to her:
Yeah, I need to lose that belly. And I’m working on it. Denying myself all the sweet goodness I’ve come to enjoy.
I must confess I’ve been more than a little disappointed these past couple of days. Despite my best efforts, including reducing my beer intake, I’ve actually gained weight. I understand that occasional fluctuations will occur when dieting, but damn, it does get frustrating. It hasn’t killed my motivation, though. Yet.
Maybe I really have become that stereotypical grumpy old man, but this somehow resonated with me.
Alright, enough of that. Let’s do the Quora Q&A:
Q: What does it mean when your supervisor will say “i cant understand what you’re saying”. what do you think you need to do?
A: I’m sorry. I don’t understand this question.
Yeah, thousands of comedians are out of work, and I’m trying to be funny.
Anyway, here are some things I find more or less amusing:
One more for the road:
Okay, I’m going to San Antonio tomorrow (not Texas, Zambales), so I’m doing the Hideaway feeding today. I’ll have a short and sweet post in the morning before I leave. See you then!
It was not so gentle on my big toe or my wallet, but it was a good day regardless. On Thursdays, I try for a longer than normal walk, usually on pavement, since I’m on my own. This week, I took a Jeepney to Waltermart and commenced my hike there.
I wore a pair of shoes I hadn’t worn in a while, and that proved to be a mistake. They were a little tight and put pressure on my left foot’s big toe, which became pretty painful for the last three kilometers.
When beer o’clock rolled around, Swan and I walked into town for some liquid refreshments. We hadn’t been to Cheap Charlies for a while, so we started there. I ordered my gin and soda in a tall glass, and Swan did her usual red wine thing. Except the waitress came back and said no wine was available. Seriously, what kind of bar doesn’t keep a bottle of red wine on the shelf? Well, not a bar I patronize when I’m with my girl, so I finished my drink, and we left. I did dispense some advice to the bartender and cashier before leaving. I don’t expect I’ll be back.
Green Room was next up, and we had a much more enjoyable time there. I had inadvertently left my 50% discount coupon there on Sunday, and it was still valid. The waitress said she had kept it in her purse for me and went to fetch it. Now, that’s good service. So, of course, I bought her a lady drink.
Early into our Green Room visit, Swan saw someone she recognized–a neighbor from when she lived in San Isidro. She called the girl over, and damn, she looked young. It turns out that she had just turned 18 two weeks ago and had started working as a GRO (Guest Relations Officer) like her mother. Her mom came over to join us; she is one of the gals I’ve let rub my shoulders in the past. Of course, Swan knew her as well. I felt compelled to buy our new guests drinks, too, and Swan gently told mom and daughter there were better employment options than the bar out there. I don’t think she changed any minds, though. As a parent, I can’t imagine how I’d feel seeing some old fat fucker barfine my daughter for a night of debauchery, but I guess folks do what they feel they have to do. Good luck to her!
After a couple of rounds of drinks for everyone, Swan and I moved on to Alaska Club. We were the only customers at first, and our regular waitresses were happy to see us.
As is my custom, I also gave each dancer (there were eight last night) a fifty peso tip for their efforts. I stuck with my gin and soda routine and seemed to be doing okay with keeping myself on an even keel, but I still felt more inebriated than I get from my beer diet. And I’m not blaming the gin, but I was much more generous with the lady drinks than normal last night. I usually carry 5000 pesos ($100) in my wallet when I go out; most nights, I might spend two or three thousand. But I spent it all last night. That said, we bought some smiles, and I’m sure the girls appreciated making some commissions on an otherwise quiet night. I won’t make that a habit, though!
Home safe and sound, a good night’s sleep, and woke up to a brand new day. I am blessed indeed.
And I saw in the news that OJ Simpson succumbed to cancer. May he rest in peace, knowing that his wife’s killer is no longer alive.
Ready for some Quora Q&A?
Q: To expats living in Philippines what is a typical day like?
A: I imagine every expat has a different experience. My typical day involves waking early, checking the news on the internet, walking my dogs, having breakfast, then taking a long hike.
I enjoy views like this one when I am out and about on my daily hikes.
In the evening I hang out in my favorite pubs and enjoy some refreshing San Miguel Light beers. Watching the sun go down is one of my favorite pastimes.
What’s not to like?
And then the following morning I get up and do it all over again. That may sound boring and meaningless to some but it is the life I chose and I’m making the best of it.
Heh, I guess regular readers here at LTG knew that answer. All my posts must sound like Ground Hog Day.
Another Wednesday group stroll. After Monday’s ball-busting Hash, we gave ourselves a bit of a break with a comparatively easy 6K walkabout.
A good morning on trail and a good evening in store. I started the drinking portion of my life at Sloppy Joe’s and enjoyed some camaraderie at Chris’ table. We were telling stories from our past and having some good laughs. It’s strange the things I can remember from way back when, but I am so forgetful in my day-to-day dealings. Oh well, I’m grateful for the life I’ve had and hope to continue enjoying the one I have for as long as I can.
Swan joined me after her family time, and wanted to go to Wet Spot. Aine had messaged her that she had some news to share. Turns out that Aine has a new Swedish boyfriend and he doesn’t want her working in the bar. That’s understandable. So, it wasn’t exactly a goodbye, her fella lives on Baloy and we invited her to bring him out to the floating bar on Tuesday. Looks like my lady drink tab will henceforth be lessened, but it was nice having someone for Swan to chat with during our Wet Spot visits.
We brought some food home from Sit-n-Bull and called it a night.
Over at ROKDrop, a Korean blog I still follow, there is a post about the littering problems during the cherry blossom festivals. When I lived there, I noticed more litter than I grew up around in the USA, but since moving to the Philippines, Korea seems almost immaculate. Here’s the comment I left:
I lived in Korea for twelve years, then retired and moved to the Philippines. The litter culture here makes Korea seem pristine by comparison. There is no such thing as public trash receptacles; people toss their garbage on the street with impunity. It’s a beautiful country otherwise, and I admire the Filipino people in many ways, but I just don’t understand the mentality of trashing the environment.
That’s one of my biggest pet peeves here, but the good far outweighs the bad.
The Quora Q&A thing:
Q: Many older male expats move to Southeast Asia because of the foreign exchange. Why don’t more older female expat Westerners do the same thing? Why aren’t older women attracted to cheap living in Philippines? Why does it appeal more to men?
A: I’m a man, so take my answer with a grain of salt, as I can’t really speak for women. The few Western women I’ve seen living in the Philippines were almost always part of a couple or had some other ties here. I often laugh about my hometown here being like a retirement community for old white guys. There are bars, restaurants, beaches, and other things to do, shopping nearby, and rents are comparatively low. What’s not to like?
I guess one obvious answer as to why a single woman wouldn’t move here is that they would likely stay single or have a harder time finding male companionship. Guys here don’t have to be lonely unless they choose to be.
It may also be that while making progress, the Philippines remains a developing nation. Infrastructure can be poor and there are also inconveniences to be dealt with on a daily basis. It could also be that a single woman might not always feel safe living here alone.
So, I guess my bottom line answer is that for women there may be better options.
A single white woman here does stand out, something very rarely seen.
It has been said that two things in life cannot be avoided: death and taxes. Welp, I finally got my taxes filed. I’ll continue putting off the other for as long as possible. The taxes proved to be a bigger pain in the ass than usual. I have an accountant back home in South Carolina who does the actual tax forms and calculations. All I have to do is complete and sign the intake forms, scan all my tax paperwork, and email it back. So, I pulled my seldom-used printer off the shelf, plugged it in, and hit the print button. What came out was unreadable. So, I bought some ink, poured it in, and it still didn’t work. Okay, off to the local print shop to get the forms printed. Brought them home, filled them out, and hooked up the printer again to scan them. And I couldn’t get the laptop to connect with the printer to scan the documents. No idea what that’s about or how to fix it. So, it was back to the print shop to have everything scanned there and emailed to me. Then, I forwarded it all off to my accountant. I usually get a decent refund every year, but who knows what to expect from Bidenomics?
Pretty exciting stuff, no? Well, there was also the weekly excursion to Royal for groceries. I have a Royal Customer Card that gets scanned weekly when I shop and earns discount points. I never gave them much thought, but yesterday, I noticed a sign that said to use the points or lose them by April 15. So, naturally, I had the cashier cash me out, and damn, my points were worth 7000 pesos ($140) off my grocery bill. Not bad.
My other big event was my visit to Dr. Jo. She took another blood sample, and we’ll review the results to measure my progress next week, but the external indicators are all on the positive side. She and her hubby, Dr. Chris, were happy to hear of my new efforts at dietary discipline but had some suggestions about excluding some of the fruits I’ve been snacking on—like mangos and bananas.
Anyway, the weight is slowly coming down, and this week, I’m going to work on reducing the beer ingestion to see if I can speed things up.
So, the appointment with Dr. Jo finished a little after 2:30. Rather than go back home for an hour and then head to Baloy, I elected to start my time on the floating bar early. Swan was with me, but she insisted that if we start early, we finish early. I was on board with that.
Zero carbs, but 97 calories in the gin shot. My Zero beer has 60 calories but 2.5 carbs per bottle. But I have the shot of gin served in a tall glass and buy the full can of soda water. In that way, I water down the gin into three drinks instead of one. I also drink fewer gin and sodas than I would beers. So, overall I think it is a decent reduction. The downside is that drinking that way costs almost twice as much. On the Kokomo floating bar, the gin shot is 120 pesos (the same price as a beer), and the soda water can is 90 pesos. Still, since I’m drinking fewer drinks in total, it should average out.
When we arrived on the floater, we were the only customers.
Swan had two wines and I had four gin and sodas. And since we started early, we left early.
It was also too early for dinner or the sunset, so I had the bright idea of visiting another one of my favorite venues:
Sadly, The Rite Spot doesn’t have gin and soda on the menu (yet). But I had cold Zeros in the fridge, so I made do.
I started watching Climate: The Movie on YouTube. For me, it was preaching to the choir, but I hope folks will watch it and see the lies they are being fed about the coming doom. Give it a gander and share it with your indoctrinated friends. Maybe they will learn to start thinking for themselves again.
And here’s evidence that there is a bright side to everything, even Bidenomics:
I had mentioned the four-nation naval (Philippines, USA, Japan, and Australia) exercise taking place next week. Looks like the US Army is coming to play as well. Sure does seem like something is brewing. I hope China rethinks any plans to invade.
Okay, Quora Q&A time:
Q: What would you do if you woke up in the middle of the night and the Grim Reaper (aka Death) was in your room?
A: Most likely, I would die.
Well, I’ve done my taxes; maybe death will give me the fifteen more years I long for.
Another week, another journey up to the Kalaklan Ridge. I’ve taken the path to the top the Harriettes chose a couple of times previously, but damn, yesterday was a lot harder than I remembered. Might have had something to do with the heat. Once we were on the ridgeline path, I opted out of doing another down and up, choosing instead to carry on my way until I rejoined the trail for the steep down to Barretto. Even with the shortcuts, my path was 6+K, although I counted the 2K I walked from my house to the start in that total. Here are some photos from yesterday’s Hash:
Speaking of which, my friend Kevin Kim, a frequent reader and commenter here at LTG, reports he has been hospitalized in Seoul. Best wishes for a speedy recovery, Kevin.
Just in case anyone missed the Eclips yesterday, I found this picture for your viewing pleasure:
And now for that Quora Q&A thing:
Q: Have you ever been treated differently because of the car you were driving?
A: Back in the early 1970s, I was a recent high school graduate living in Orange County, California. My high school sweetheart had moved to San Diego. I’d go down to see her a couple of times a month. There was an immigration checkpoint in San Onofre, and every time I’d get stopped for a search. I was a long-haired hippie type back then, and I figured I was being singled out because of the way I looked. One day, in frustration, I confronted the immigration officer and said you are harassing me because of the way I look, right? He laughed and said, “No, it’s your car. It fits the smuggler’s profile.” Who knew a ’64 Chevy Impala was so popular for bringing in folks from Mexico? Well, it did have a big trunk.
Yeah, back in those days, our nation actually defended its borders.
What’s so funny?
Okay then, time to get ready for my visit with Dr. Jo. Back tomorrow with a full report.
But this post is about Sunday, so let’s get to that.
Next up on my agenda for the day was the Hideaway feeding.
A bar devoid of customers can’t survive for long, and Hideaway was deserted when I arrived. I’m only there once a week now and only for a couple of hours, so I can’t say for sure what’s going on. Joy tells me she goes home every night around 7 p.m., even on the weekends. Not good!
One thing Barretto doesn’t lack is options, and I exercised mine with a visit to the Arizona floating bar.
But we weren’t done with our night on the town just yet. The manager at Green Room was celebrating a birthday, so we popped in to extend our greetings.
I’m trying to watch my food intake, so I passed on most of the offerings. But for some reason, I just couldn’t resist this cupcake:
Anyway, it was a pretty good day.
Quora Q&A time:
Q: What was the age difference of the youngest/oldest person you ever slept with? Was it a fling or did it last?
A: Well, we didn’t sleep a wink, but a couple of weeks ago, I had sex with a 22-year-old woman. I’m 65. Not that unusual, really, because, as they say in the Philippines, “age is just a number.” It only lasted about 30 minutes or so, which doesn’t even qualify as a fling. It was a basic transactional relationship. We both got what we wanted.
That was over three years ago. Subsequently, my lowest threshold was achieved with an eighteen-year-old. That was too weird even for me. And thankfully, those days of meaningless casual dalliances are behind me.
Speaking of perversion, there’s this:
Alright, time to get on with the rest of the day. The map of the Hash trail I saw looks like a tough one. Only one way to find out!
The day’s big event was the candy walk with Swan as she handed out sweets to the kids we encountered along the way. Here’s how it looked:
I took Swan out for a Saturday night dinner at Myleen’s.
After dinner, we had a nightcap at Wet Spot. Then, we made it an early night and headed home at 7:30. I’m getting so damn domesticated.
Speaking of the diet, I’ve lost 3.6 pounds this week (7.1 overall). A little frustrated that I haven’t lost anything since Wednesday, but at least I’m not gaining. I may have to do something radical like reduce my beer consumption. We’ll see. I’m back to see Dr. Jo on Tuesday for a follow-up visit and progress check.
To be fair and politically balanced, I’ll post this Biden campaign ad:
Facebook memories reminded me of an incident back in 2015 when I was still a smoker.
I went to the neighborhood 7-11 to buy some smokes. As is my custom, I told the clerk, “dongbae Marlboro silver chuseyo”. He pointed at the black pack, and I said, “Anio, silver.” He pointed at the gold pack, and I repeated, “Silver.” I finally had to gesture to where the ones I wanted were. He pulled them from the rack, pointed at the word silver, and proceeded to instruct me on how to pronounce the word “silver.” Apparently, it’s “sil-buh.” Who knew? Still, it was a unique experience having a Korean try and teach me how to properly say an English word.
On this day in 2017, I attended a meeting with the USFK Korean Employees Union reps and the American Ambassador to Korea.
Over at Althouse, there was a post where a young American woman talked about the advantages of being with an older man.
“I could study all I wanted, prove myself as exceptional as I liked, and still my fiercest advantage remained so universal it deflated my other plans. My youth. The newness of my face and body. Compellingly effortless; cruelly fleeting…. I could diligently craft an ideal existence, over years and years of sleepless nights and industry. Or I could just marry it early. So naturally I began to lug a heavy suitcase of books each Saturday to the Harvard Business School to work on my Nabokov paper. In one cavernous, well-appointed room sat approximately 50 of the planet’s most suitable bachelors…. I could not understand why my female classmates did not join me…. Why ignore our youth when it amounted to a superpower?…”
Anyway, it made me smile because almost all foreigner/Filipina relationships feature a considerable age gap (mine is 68-39). But it is no surprise that there are advantages for all concerned in these autumn-spring romances.
Let’s do the Quora Q&A thing:
Q: Who, as a previous boss, canceled the vacation time of an employee? Why? Did you offer something else?
A: I wasn’t the boss, but had it happen to me. Back when I was a letter carrier with the USPS we had to “bid” on vacation dates based on seniority. Only a certain percentage of employees were allowed to be off at any given time. Anyway, I had the first week in June, and another guy had the second week. A few days after the bidding was over, the other carrier came to me and said his plans had changed and would I mind switching with him. I didn’t have anything going on that week, so I said sure, let’s clear it with the boss. So we approached the supervisor and told him what we wanted to do. He replied, no problem and instructed us both to fill out a leave form canceling the approved time off and then fill out another form requesting the new dates. And so we did just that.
Once he had our cancellation forms, he took our names off the board showing approved leave. And then he DENIED our new leave requests, saying another carrier was on extended leave, and so the maximum number of carriers was already off. In other words, both of us lost our planned leave. He was gleeful as he told us, and it was obvious he had suckered us into canceling our prior approved leave.
So, all these years later, I just want to say thank you, Mr. Frank Nathan. Your actions that day caused me to join the union and later become a shop steward and eventually the president of the local union branch. My work with the union impressed the HR Director, and she promoted me into my first management job. I had over 35 years of government service when I retired as GS-15 Human Resources Director, and I’m now living a happy life on my pension in the Philippines.
No hard feelings, Frank. I’m still alive, and I’m sure you are not.
Time for the daily dose of (so-called) humor:
Sunday feeding at Hideaway and some Arizona floating bar time are on tap for this evening. Hasta la vista for now.
But first, here is the story of our group hike yesterday. There were no slips or trips, and only one falls. Martin Falls this time. We loaded into Ed’s truck and drove out to the far side of Olongapo City to begin our trek. Some of us had done this hike in 2022, but the way things change, it still had a fresh feeling. It’s less than 3K up to the falls, and then a retrace of our steps coming back. It’s relatively easy compared to some of our more recent hikes. Still hot as fuck, though, but at least we had some shade along the way.
I went back home for the usual R&R activities (blogging, napping, showering), and then it was time to head back into town for the SOB dance competition. This week’s event was held at Queen Victoria, a nice venue with ample seating. It was needed; they really packed them in yesterday. A lot of unfamiliar faces, and a group of what I presumed to be some of the civilian sailors from those Navy supply ships in port. And then I got introduced to this fella:
I’ve been blogging for going on twenty years now, and during that time, I’ve randomly encountered several folks who turned out to be readers here at LTG. Stan was the latest addition to this group. He’s visiting the PI from the USA with his wife of fifty years. In preparation for their trip, they watched YouTube videos and read blogs, including mine. Thanks for that! As I’m sure has been said, no blog is totally worthless; it can always serve as a bad example.
I voted Alaska first and Queen Victoria second. My fellow judges did not agree.
And now I’ve got a full supply of “discount” coupons to put to use in the bars for the next two weeks.
After the show, a flower vendor came by our table, so I gifted Swan with some roses.
We went home after the SOB; sometimes enough is enough. A good night sleep and another day of life today. Keep ’em coming!
Facebook memories are not always happy ones. I was reminded that yesterday was the thirteenth anniversary of my marriage to Jee Yeun.
Facebook shared a happier memory as well.
Let’s do the Quora Q&A thing:
Q: If police officers were truly operating PROPERLY within the legal constraints of the U.S. Constitution, …then what would happen in a scenario where a motorist with no infractions, flips the bird at any officer in U.S. when driving by an officer?
A: I’ve been arrested once in my life. It was under circumstances similar to those described in your question. Except I uttered the words “fuck you, pig!” to go along with giving the finger. I was 17 years old at the time. Here’s what happened:
In the interest of full disclosure, I’ll share the text of the charges levied against me:
“On or about July 4, 1973, at 18900 Gothard Street, Huntington Beach, County of Orange, [John McCrarey] did willfully, unlawfully and maliciously disturb the peace and quiet of Mrs. Hal Westley Shirey by offensive conduct, and the use of vulgar, profane, and indecent language, in a loud and boisterous manner, in violation of Section 415 of the Penal Code of California.”
I was found guilty, fined, and released with time served (about 4 hours in a concrete holding cell). No one appeared to testify against me other than the arresting officer. But the judge kept talking about some woman I’d never even heard of, a Miss Demeanor. (bada bing).
Now, as bad as those charges sound, I was not completely without justification for my behavior. Here’s the rest of the story:
It was Independence Day and my girlfriend, Gail Weed (yes, real name), and I were planning on enjoying the Huntington Beach 4th of July parade. Gail was driving (she had a sweet ’65 Mustang Coupe). Finding a place to park was a bitch, and for some reason, they had blocked off Gothard street with a single barrier saying “road closed”. We observed several cars driving around the barrier and I told Gail to follow them as there may be a place to park down there.
So, after bypassing the barrier we went down a slight hill, and at the bottom were several police cars. And they were issuing tickets to everyone who had taken the detour. Yes, my friends, it was a classic trap. We were set up like bowling pins. Back in those days, I had a bit of a temper, and I was pretty pissed about being suckered in such a fashion, especially on America’s birthday! After the girlfriend received her ticket and we were driving away I expressed my opinion about the whole situation by leaning out the window, extending my middle finger, and shouting in “a loud and boisterous” manner FUCK YOU PIGS!
Apparently, the First Amendment doesn’t cover the heartfelt expression of speech in this fashion. We hadn’t gotten a mile down the road before the police helicopter was hovering overhead. And then a cruiser was behind us with red lights flashing (they were red, not blue, in those days). We pulled over and were then surrounded by no less than three police cars! Shortly thereafter the cop who had issued our ticket arrived and announced “yeah, that’s the sonofabitch”.
I was pulled from Gail’s Mustang and was required to answer a series of questions. One of them that I remember was “do you have any scars, tattoos, or other identifying marks?” I responded that I had a Battleship tattooed on my ass, and when I shit, it sinks. That seemed to really make him even angrier, and the next thing I knew I was being thrown up against the police car, my arms were roughly yanked behind my back, and they slapped the handcuffs on me. Then it was off to the jailhouse. For the record, I don’t really have a tattoo.
Dad came and bailed me out a few hours later, and he was even madder than the cop had been. This is why I found myself living on my own at the tender age of 17. But that’s a story for another day.
Anyway, keeping things in perspective, I take solace from knowing that there were numerous occasions of certain other acts in which I regularly engaged that the state deems criminal and for which I was never arrested. So it all balances out in the end, doesn’t it?
Ah, memories. And Rest In Peace, Gail. I wish I had been a better boyfriend back then.
With a stop in BarCelona along the way. A quick post today because I’m running late and don’t have a lot to report anyway. Here goes:
I did my solo Thursday walk as usual. It was hot, and I wasn’t really feeling it, but I overcame the urge to shortcut and managed to log almost 9K when I was finished.
Swan had some business to attend to, so we agreed to meet up when she was done. As I was heading out, Erik messaged, asking where I was going to be hanging out. I decided a trip to BarCelona was overdue, so we got together there. I really do like the ambiance of this bar (and it is still for sale), but I’m at best a once-a-month customer. I’m still not sure why.
Alaska Club lay two floors below us, so we popped in there to check on Daddy Jerry. He greeted us at our table and said he was through with ladders. Good! The surgery went well, and he had high praise for the newly reopened hospital in Barretto. I was especially glad to hear that. Hopefully, there will be no more trips to Baypointe, and while I don’t ever want to need an emergency room nearby, I’m glad we have one.
We had an enjoyable visit in Alaska, quenching the thirst of our waitresses, and I tipped the dancers 50 pesos each for their effort. Jerry played almost all 60s music, including some of my favorite old country songs. I grew up listening to Patsy Cline, Marty Robbins, and Johnny Horton when my dad came home from work, put on an album, and opened a bottle of beer. Quite the stroll down memory lane hearing some of these songs for the first time in many years. I even looked up Johnny Horton to see what he’s been up to and was shocked to learn that he died in 1960 in a car wreck at the height of his fame. I didn’t know (remember?) that.
Dinner to go from Sit-n-Bull, then home sweet home.
Anyway, let’s do the Quora Q&A thing:
Q: How can a US citizen stay in the Philippines for a one-year vacation?
A: You can extend your tourist visa for up to 3 years before having to physically leave the country. I get an extension every 60 days. Of course, getting here now is the hard part with the COVID restrictions in place.
Well, the scamdemic nonsense is over now, but my three years ran out, and I had to get the jab. No repercussions so far, anyway.
Today’s funny business:
Sorry! I am heading out for tonight’s SOB soon. Hopefully, I’ll do better here tomorrow.
I made it through another hotter-than-normal day, so that’s an achievement. The Wednesday Walkers postponed our out-of-town hike in Cawag, opting to stay on mostly shady trails close to home. We found some paths we have not used recently, which is always nice. Lots of ups and downs, but nothing long or overly difficult. Our hike suited the weather!
I glanced out the window after my shower, and saw this:
Swan is participating in a feeding at the native Aeta village in Alibang this Sunday. So her and and a friend went shopping for the food yesterday afternoon. Left to my own devices, I did what I do best–celebrating beer o’clock in town. Started at Sloppy Joe’s and chatted with Chris and Shie. The I paid a visit to It Doesn’t Matter. I had a couple more there, and then I decided to give Roadhouse a try. I guess I just wasn’t feeling it, so I caught a trike for home. I grabbed a couple of beers and headed up to The Rite Spot On The Roof. Swan messaged me, “Are you having fun?” I responded that it’s not fun without her. She said, “I’ll join you, where are you?” At the Rite Spot. I think she was pleasantly surprised and came home to be with me.
It was nice to have some quiet “we” time in our rockers on the roof.
On the dog walk this morning, Swan said I was farting again last night. When I showed her my underwear after my hike, she burst out laughing.
While checking to be sure I hadn’t used today’s post title before, I came across this June 2006 post, which talked mostly about some darting activities in Itaewon. It has lots of pictures and memories of a whole other life. I was still married to #3 then and blissfully ignorant of all the heartache to come. But here I am, on the other side, alive and kicking.
It’s election season, so I’ll just put this out there:
Ready for a Quora Q&A?
Q: I forget words while speaking and repeat certain words again and again when I forget the word coming after them. This happens when I’m in my relatives’ house. What should I do?
A: What should you do? Why not run for president? It worked for Biden.
I answered that over three years ago. Things have only gotten worse.
Today’s smiles:
I’m not sure what’s going to happen next. Check back tomorrow to find out.
Every few months, I get frustrated with fruitless searches for things I want and need at Royal. Well, fruit isn’t the problem, but you know what I mean. So yesterday, my driver hauled us out to the S&R membership store in the neighboring province of Pampanga. It’s a pain in the ass drive that takes over an hour with heavy traffic much of the way. For the most part, the effort was disappointing. Many items I was specifically searching for, like sugar-free pudding, were unavailable. Other items I wanted but couldn’t have, like some of my old favorite brands of ice cream, tortured me as I resisted the urge to place them in my shopping cart. I did come away with things I’ll enjoy snacking on, like this:
A couple of other pictures from the journey:
I’ll likely make another trip before my membership expires in September and then decide if renewing it is worthwhile. Some items were a little cheaper than Royal, others more expensive. But the main issue is the time and expense of making the journey and still not coming home with everything I wanted.
I also maintained my Tuesday tradition of visiting the Kokomo floating bar. Music was loud again, making it difficult to talk, so I just sat there and sipped my beer, taking it all in. There was a large group of Filipinos on board (I understand they are guests at the Kokomo Hotel), and it was surprising (to me) to see them engaged in behaviors normally only seen from “two-week millionaire” tourists. They rang the bell to buy all the girls a shot (3500 pesos) and lots of bottles of beer as well. I was certainly in no position to complain; it is folks like that that keep the floater afloat.
I didn’t stick around long enough to watch the sun go down because I’d had enough of the loud party vibe. We walked up the beach to McCoy’s, and I was gobsmacked to hear the videoke blaring as we approached. The last few times I’d visited, the barangay Captain (also named Baloy) had banned videoke, but that’s now been lifted, which is a shame. We started to sit down, but I just couldn’t take it, so we moved on.
Where to next? I suggested Snackbar, but Swan didn’t like that idea (there were too many memories there for her), so we tried Subiza. It was totally empty; no one greeted us as we entered, and her friend was not working. Nope. It was too depressing for my blood. So, we made our way to the highway, and the first bar we went to was Queen Victoria. But when we walked in, the bartender advised there was no San Miguel Zero in stock. Well, damn. After my bad experience with SM Light on Saturday night, I’m trying to confine myself to Zero. So, we turned around and walked out.
Next, we crossed the highway and popped into Whiskey Girl. It was shortly after opening, and we were the only customers. I ordered my Zero, but they didn’t have any wine flavors that Swan prefers, so she drank a San Miguel Apple beer. A bit later, my buddy Chris and his gal Shie arrived with a couple of other folks. We exchanged greetings, and they went to play pool. Then suddenly, the bar came under attack by moth-like critters that were attracted to light. I’ve never seen them swarm indoors before, but there they were out in force. The bar turned off as many lights as possible, and we moved to the back, but the bugs were still bugging us, so we finished our drinks and left.
Our night out seemed cursed, so I suggested we grab some food and head for home. Swan agreed, and our best option was Sit-n-Bull. Now, we could order take-out inside the restaurant, or we could go next door to Wet Spot and order from there. Wet Spot it was, then. While we waited, Swan got her wine, I had my Zero, and her friend Aine and our waitress Irene got a lady drink. And nothing went wrong! Our food arrived, we said goodnight and headed for home.
And that was how I filled the hours on Tuesday.
I posted this on Facebook, and not surprisingly, some of my lefty friends weren’t happy.
Ah, politics. It is pointless trying to change the minds of people who are unable and unwilling to reject the dogma they are being fed each day. I’m still hoping people wake up and see what is happening before it is too late, but I have my doubts about that.
It has been so hot here lately that the schools are closed. That’s the first time I’ve heard of that happening. Closer to home, I’ve used the air conditioner in my bedroom for the last four nights in a row, and I almost never use aircon. We changed our hike today to a location where we could mostly walk in the shade. Yeah, it is always hot here, but not this hot.
And one of the FB pages I follow about life in Angeles City gave me a laugh today. Lots of expats there are moaning about the Korean “invasion”–lots of their old favorite bars have Korean owners and some of the girls working the bars prefer Korean men, aka “triple three.” So, with that background in mind, this strikes me as funny:
How about we chill with some Quora Q&A:
Q: Does living in Korea make you feel like just giving up?
A: I spent almost 12 years living and working in Korea. Loved the country. Had my heart broken a couple of times but that’s not unique to Korea. I don’t believe in giving up.
I still miss much about my days in Korea. A lifetime ago now, though.
Another week, another Hash, and another ass-kicking. I’m not complaining, mind you; I love to Hash and live to tell about it. And my group only did half the trail, bypassing Easter Mountain and doing the Black Rock climb. We did leave from Alta Vista which added a couple of flat kilometers to the trek.
Black Rock Ridge was a tougher up than I remember, and the down was challenging as well. Adding to the suffering was the heat being on full blast, and there wasn’t much wind or shade on the trail. But all’s well that ends well, and the beer at our On-Home was cold and plentiful. The pictures tell the story better than I can, so here goes:
I bitch and moan a lot, but I am very thankful I am still about to push myself and make these hikes. When the day comes that I can’t, I’m going to miss it.
While I was Hashing, Swan went shopping in Olongapo.
When I returned home in my semi-inebriated state last night, I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. I figured I would try a YouTube video to help me sleep. Now, I watch very few vloggers in the Philippines and have never heard of this guy (he’s an Aussie), but he held my attention for the 40+ minutes of his video. Most of it takes place in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Manila (Tondo, but popularly known as Happy Land). My foodie readers might find what poor people eat in the slums of interest (the vlogger enjoyed what he ate). And the craftsmen making swords out of scrap metal was good, too. You see a lot of crabs being sold, even here in Olongapo, and this video tells the fascinating story of where they come from. Hey, this is practically a review! Here it is:
Facebook memories took me back to Istanbul in December 2004:
I reckon that brings us to today’s Quora Q&A:
Q: Why do people treat their fellow human beings as illiterate?
A: I don’t understand the question.
I also don’t understand why I’m not more popular on Quora. Not that I care.
I spent most of Easter Sunday dealing with the after-effects of my overindulgence on Saturday night.
But after a day of laziness, I found the strength to take Swan out for an Easter dinner. I chose one of my old favorites, Mangos, for our meal.
We had a leisurely dinner and then lounged about, enjoying watching the the beach crowds.
When the sun went down, we moved up the highway to another old haunt I rarely visit these days–Cheap Charlies. Treated my favorites Alma and Nerissa to a lady drink, Swan enjoyed a glass of wine, and I nursed a San Mig Zero.
On the other hand:
So, I’ll add reducing consumption to my to-do list.
Today is the day that honors fools like me. And in the spirit of the holiday, I posted this joke on my Facebook feed this morning:
REWARD! I got drunk last night and left my girlfriend at the bar—I can’t remember which one. If anyone finds her, please let me know. I have no idea who is going to fix me breakfast now.
Most people seemed to get it. One person asked how many girlfriends I have. I wondered where that came from until I re-read my post and caught the ambiguity of “I can’t remember which one.” I meant I can’t remember which bar. Oh well, the jokes on me!
Speaking of breakfast, here’s what Swan prepared for me this morning:
So, it is Easter Monday with the Hash. The main group will take a rented Jeepney to the starting point at the base of Easter Mountain. Us shortcutters who did the mountain climb on Wednesday will start in Alta Vista and pick up the second half of the trail for a hike along the Black Rock ridgeline. I haven’t done that for a while and I’m looking forward to seeing it again.
And now it is time for a Quora Q&A:
Q: In the spirit of the “Festivus” season, I would like all of you to participate in the “airing of grievances”. What are your grievances?
A: My grievance is having no grievances. It is not fair that I have nothing to complain about!
I used to deny grievances for a living back when I worked in labor relations.
And here’s a fool’s attempt at humor:
Alright, it’s time to get on with the only day on the calendar devoted to me. Look for the Hash update tomorrow.
Yesterday began sweet and ended sour. I joined Swan for her weekly candy walk and took a different route that worked out well. It’s still too damn hot to enjoy walking the streets, but the kids were out in force and we were well-stocked with goodies.
When it came time to make plans for our Saturday evening, Swan wanted to go to Treasure Island on Baloy to hear the live band. And that’s what we did.
I’ll grant that they have talented musicians and singers, but as always seems to be the case, the sound mixing wasn’t done right, which made everything seem distorted and unpleasant to my ears. Maybe it’s just me, other audience members seemed to be enjoying the performance.
Treasure Island doesn’t stock San Miguel Zero, which forced me to drink SM Light, which has additional calories and alcohol content. But that didn’t slow me down. Over the course of the evening, several friends came by and joined us. So, the beverages were being enjoyed along with the camaraderie.
And then I forgot how to say when and imbibed to excess. No, I wasn’t falling down drunk, but I was drunk enough not to remember much else about the night. That’s not my style and I strive to avoid it. So, hopefully, lesson learned. I had the rare hangover this morning, so I napped instead of taking my hike. That’s not good either. Anyway, what’s done is done, and hopefully, it won’t be done again.
I’ve never seen this live and in person, but one of the rituals engaged in during Holy Week is crucifixion reenactments. Yes, devout believers are actually nailed to the cross, albeit through the palm and not the wrist, but still.
Okay, Quora Q&A time:
Q: Why would a girl tell a guy that he looks hot?
A: She is probably worried that he has a fever and might need to get checked for COVID.
Yep, I have all the answers!
Smiles for today:
This has been a dead Easter for me. I’m still unsure about having some hair of the dog that bit me, but I will probably have a couple with dinner. We’ll see how I feel later.