Oh Fernando!

You were such a disappointment. At least the SM Mall in San Fernando, Pampanga was.

Walked everywhere in that largish shopping center and was unable to find the coveted Fitbit I was seeking. I guess the internet let me down as well because the one retail outlet that allegedly carried Fitbit products, Toby’s Sport, did not have any. Neither did any of the several other sports oriented stores or electronics stores I queried. In fact, most of them didn’t have a clue what I was even talking about.

One and a half hours drive each way in the rain. And my driver Donnie is a maniac. Drives like the guys who used to inspire road rage in me back in the day. Pretty countryside though, so there was that.

And I also got to visit the S&R store. It’s a COSTCO type place. Requires a membership, but Donnie assured me no problem because he had one. Seems he runs shopping errands there for one of the local resorts here in Barretto.

Anyway, I picked up a few items to tide me over until the move. I fully expect I’ll be making a monthly journey out to S&R because they had a pretty nice selection of things I’ve not seen anywhere else. Like fresh milk! (The milk here is packaged and sold off the shelf, refrigerated. No idea how that works)

Oh, and there was this:

Some decent sized and healthy looking celery! That almost made the trip worth it. Almost.

So it comes time to check out and Donnie presents his S&R membership card. Expired. 700 pesos ($14) to renew. Of course, he didn’t have the cash so I paid for it. And speaking of cash, my credit card was not able to be used because the “connection” was down. Luckily I had been to the ATM this morning!

Lots of other stuff I can purchase there to outfit my house, which I will allegedly be able to occupy this coming Friday. I’ll get my 700 peso use of that membership I reckon.

I’m so ready.

Here’s another shot I took on my daily walk through the neighborhood.

Anyway, I’m trying to learn to roll with the flow and not let the frustrations of daily life in the Philippines get to me. Much. (deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way)

Things will settle down and I’ll settle in soon enough I reckon.

The dating game

Well, obviously that’s a game I’m NOT playing. Yet. But since my arrival I’ve been an active observer. Here are my initial impressions.

One thing that really stands out from the outset is that almost all the expats are coupled up. Now, I’m sure a certain percentage of these women are one night rentals, but at least where I hang out (mostly the regular type bars and the weekly Hash) I see normal boyfriend/girlfriend relationships. Well, normal if you discount the age disparity in the couples.

It’s still astounding to see these fat old fuckers with sweet young Filipinas. Makes me wonder what’s wrong with me? Yeah, I know. I’m plenty old and not the most gwapo (handsome) man around. But until moving here I never understood why a guy would want a partner thirty or forty years his junior. Other than what I presume is hot sex, but that’s for sale all over town anyway. Here’s the thing, it’s actually the women who are pursuing these relationships with older guys. It’s a common saying from Filipinas that “age is just a number”. And to them they see older guys as more emotionally stable, financially secure, and less likely to cheat on them. So there’s that.

I have one friend who is 66 with a 21 year old girlfriend who is pretty enough to be a model. As he tells it, she was a poor girl from the province and her life with him is like being on a permanent vacation…buys her whatever she needs, eat out everyday, living in a long term hotel apartment. It’s heaven for her. From what I’ve seen of them together she appears genuinely happy and devoted to him.

I have another friend of similar age who has a 23 year old “mistress” (that’s the term they both use, seeing as how he is married). He’s basically a “sugar daddy”, pays her college tuition, pays the rent, gives her an allowance, etc. and in return she takes care of his physical needs and provides companionship. Seems like a win-win to me.

Other guys I’ve met are doing the traditional family thing–having babies and all–notwithstanding the huge age difference. I can’t be a father again thankfully, nor would I want to be at this late stage of my life, but again, from all outward appearances these couples are perfectly happy in their chosen situation.

So. What about me? Obviously, I’m hoping to get in the game. I really crave a relationship. But what kind? I guess being boots on the ground now, I’m more accepting of the age difference thing. It’s the norm here so my previous standard of “would I look ridiculous with her” is out the window. Still don’t want to compromise on finding someone with a brain who can be a good and trusted companion. So far the women I’ve met here with those qualities haven’t been receptive to my tentative overtures (heh, that having a brain thing is a two edged sword!). The other night the waitresses at Treasure Island were teasing me, suggesting that Ruru (one of the younger workers there) introduce me to her mother. She laughed and said she’d have to call me “sir Daddy instead of sir John”. It was kind of cute, I admit.

I’m not exactly desperate (yet). I’ve not partaken in any of the take-out bargirl options for example. Oh, I buy a few ladydrinks and hand out some candy, but paying for sex just goes against the grain for me. I was only tempted once but nature intervened (the gal said she had her “mens”). Not sure if that was true or just a polite rejection, but I was glad for it the next morning.

In the meantime, I’ve been half-heartedly visiting the Filipina Cupid dating website. It’s been mildly interesting. Had a nice chat with a 35 year old named Marymay. She lives in Subic, the next town over. She likes the outdoors and exercise so we had that much in common at least. I asked her if she’d like to get together for lunch or dinner and she responded “We can spend time together John. Ill think about it..😉” That’s the last I heard from her.

Then there was Anne, 30 years old from Manila, who sent me this: “Hi John I have taken the time and read your profile. I have a question for. Have you given up or do you want me to chase you around the block for you to stop at take another look at me. Keep in mind I don’t run as fast as I use too. I promise i will make a strong effort in catching you. So what would you like for me to do. Begin the chase or walk away….I look forward to your answer.”

Finally, a gal who wants to chase me! I responded:“Well, I don’t know if your message is original or not, but I do admit I like it! 🙂 So, to answer your question–by all means, begin the chase! I’m probably not all that hard to catch if you are honest and sincere. Anyway, you’ve captured my interest. Let’s see what happens next.” We exchanged a few more messages back and forth that night, but I haven’t heard from her since either. I guess she’s not that good at chasing after all.

My most interesting exchange was with Mary who lives in a far off province, but had a profile that seemed to suggest she was smarter than the average bear. So I initiated contact with this: “How goes the search? After reading your profile I thought “she’s someone I’d like to get to know better”. Anyway, I’m living in Olongapo now.” I was astounded by her response:

“I remember your photo,,,your separated I prefer divorce men your caucasian Can’t you get divorce,unless you marry a filipina here in my country,,,,,been to Olongapo before why you choose to live in a sordid area??? So many girly bars there,,,I want an honest answer I assumed you’ve F— bargirls there which moat foriegner does,,,you can’t avoid it especially to a lonely man and your no saint,,,I’m sorry for being upfront and don’t get me wrong I am asking this questions cos I know exactly those places and foriegners that lives there and thier lifestyle…. “

Wow. Judge much, Mary? Here’s how I responded:

“Thank you for your bluntness and honesty. It is refreshing to see here on Filipino Cupid. Not all of Olongapo is sordid. You choose to see what you want to see. The subdivision I’ll be living in is very upscale with amazing views of the bay and mountains. Yes, there are girly bars in town for those who are interested in prostitutes. There are also regular bars where expats hang out and socialize. I play in two dart leagues and with tournaments, that fills 5 nights a week for me. I’m also a member of a running/hiking club (the Hash House Harriers) and we have a weekly event that I enjoy very much.

But to answer your question directly, I’ve been here almost one month now. Yes, I am a very lonely. No, I have not fucked any bargirls. It is just not my thing. It is true that I am not a saint, but I try not to judge others for the choices they make. I think you are wrong to assume that all foreigners living here are the same or that they share the same lifestyle. I live life on my terms and I have nothing to be ashamed about.

Again, I appreciate you sharing your viewpoints so openly. I wish you well in your search and hope you find the kind of man you will be happy sharing your life w with. Good luck to you!”

And so it goes. At this point I’m not sure how I’ll proceed. The being a sugar daddy thing is a little tempting, but I suspect it would not end well. I’m actually leaning towards just hiring someone to take care of me and the house and leave it at that for now. And no, I won’t be screwing the help. Still licking the wounds my last employee inflicted. I actually may interview a gal I’ve been chatting with on Facebook for quite sometime. She’s a certified caregiver and really wants a job. She actually gets on my nerves quite a bit, so she ought to be perfect. No temptation to make her my girlfriend!

Stay tuned dear readers. The adventure is only beginning!

F.I.A.S.C.O.

Fucking insane and stupid crap occurring.

Today I was supposed to go to San Fernando in the neighboring province of Pampanga to shop for a new Fitbit. Shortly before my driver (yeah, I have a driver, get over it) was scheduled to pick me up I got a message that my future landlord was on his way from Manila. Thanks for letting me know! So, I canceled my shopping and waited for the landlord’s arrival. He got here at one o’clock.

The purpose of this impromptu visit was apparently to get the electricity and water turned on at the house, and put in my name of course. So, off we went. And went. The electric company main office is two cities over and the journey took almost 45 minutes. Did I mention it is rainy season in the Philippines? Well, it rained in torrents (a torrent is more than a bucket, right?) almost all day long. By far the heaviest rain I ever seen here. Which led to some flooding. The National Highway upon which we were traveling looked more like a river than a road. Made for slow going to be sure.

So, we arrive at the electric cooperative offices and it seemed that my landlord, Mr. Ocampo, was a familiar face. That was something of a relief. But then the trouble started. It seems the previous tenant left an outstanding bill to the tune of 23,000 pesos ($460) and the power company wouldn’t budge on signing me up until the arrears had been reconciled. And Mr. Ocampo was just as adamant that he was not paying for a bill he did not personally incur. So, the upshot as I understand it is that there is some paperwork in Manila that will be gathered to resolve the conflict and we will return and try again on Monday.

On the long return trip to my neck of the woods Mr. Ocampo told me the story of the previous tenant of my future house. It seems an American purchased the property in the name of his Filipina wife (the only way it can be done). Apparently they had a young daughter together. Anyway, the wife said she needed a driver and suggested they hire her “cousin” for the job. There is a basement room for live-in staff. Well, long story short, the husband finds out that the driver is banging his wife when he is not around. Except it turns out that the cousin wasn’t a cousin after all. He was the Filipina’s husband. The American of course bailed out and the house was foreclosed by Mr. Ocampo.

Well. Given my luck and history with women, perhaps I’ll be able to continue this house’s ill-fated traditions in matters of the heart. Although I hope that won’t be the case.

Anyway, I did get the water put in my name today and the repair crew has indicated that the house will be ready to occupy next Friday when I’m supposed to vacant my apartment. Hmm, methinks I’m going to see if I can get a one week extension here.

Second place finish in darts tonight. My partner was a sweet and cute 21 year old. Between matches she related the story of her previous boyfriend. He was 68. And now he’s dead. Maybe it was my imagination but I got the distinct impression she was hinting that I might make a suitable replacement. I guess she wants to see what it’s like with a younger man. Did I mention she is a hottie?

No. I’m not going to go there. It would be insanity. She’s not at all what I’m looking for.

But.

God help me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JywK_5bT8z0

Immigration man

Today’s adventure found me at the immigration office in downtown Olongapo. Yes, my initial 30 day no visa entry has just about reached it’s expiration so I needed to request another 30 days. And that’s just what I did.

I’m clean as a whistle. A model non-citizen!

So I paid my 3500 pesos (around $70) got the requested extension stamped into my passport and was on my way. Easy peasey. Next go round I can get my ARC (alien registration card) and an additional 60 days as a tourist. Although hopefully I’ll be completing the process for my retirement visa (basically granting me permanent residency) by then.

Exciting times, no?

There he was with his immigration face
Giving me a paper chase
But the sun was coming
Cos all at once he looked into my space
And stamped a number over my face
And it sent me running
Let me in – let me in – immigration man
Can I cross the line and pray
I can stay another day
Let me in immigration man
I won’t toe your line today
I can’t see it anyway.

Missing in action

Here’s how my day started. How about yours?

Well, my landlord never showed up yesterday. Didn’t respond to my text messages and when I called I got some recording that “the phone was unattended or out of service” whatever the fuck that means. Seriously, I’m paying a premium for a house that has been vacant for over a year and the landlord can’t be bothered to let me know what the hell is going on?

So, I’ve been despairing that the house of my dreams may be the stuff of nightmares. I did some neighborhood reconnaissance during my morning walk in search of a viable “Plan B”. I need to be out of my current abode by June 15 and that clock is ticking. I got a few phone numbers and saw some possibilities, but it still amounts to settling for less than I want. At this stage of my life I’ve had just about enough of settling, thank you very much.

In desperation I contacted the construction guy that is supposed to be doing the repair work on “my” house. He said he was submitting the the cost estimate to the landlord TODAY. Ten days after we did the walk through! He also confirmed that Mr. Ocampo (the landlord) is tough to get a hold of. Tell me about it.

Anyway, I enlisted the support of Gem (bless her heart) to see if she can find out if there was any reason to think the deal would go through. She couldn’t reach Ocampo by phone either, but called his office. The secretary took her message and later Ocampo’s wife called to say “yes, the deal was still on”. Hmm. Finally, Ocampo called Gem and told her he had been ill (LBM) so he wasn’t able to keep the appointment with me. Since when does diarrhea preclude picking up the fucking phone and letting me know that? Oh well. He assured Gem the deal was still on and the repair work would only take two days to complete. We’ll see.

I would have walked away long ago, but damn, I haven’t found any place I like even half as much (even at half the price). So I’m going to remain cautiously optimistic that this deal is going to happen.

(deep breath, relax, accept the Filipino way)

Darts this afternoon. Good times even though I didn’t finish in the money.

Enjoyed the sunset on the walk back home.

Facebook yanked my chain with its “memories” feature. Seven years ago the family gathered for a memorial to my mom and dad. We planted a tree in my back yard for each of them. Of course, that life and everything in it (including the house and trees) are gone now.

Everything changes.

But life goes on. Until it doesn’t.

I’ll feel better once I get my house. Might even bring in a helper to keep me company and take care of me. Strictly platonic this time though. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it.

Down to the wire

Yesterday’s Hash was a fun time. In fact, it had me in stitches. Let’s go the photos:

Out of the truck at the trail head and ready to rumble, well, ramble anyway…

Climbing these steps proved to be rather, um, tire-ing…

It’s On-On the trail…

How the other half lives. My blessings are counted for this beautiful life I’m living.

As pretty as this path may be, it was leading me to peril… (that’s what we call foreshadowing)

A view from the top…

And the view at the bottom…

“Tractor? I don’t need no stinking tractor!” Old school farming via carabao…

Anyway, along the path I got tangled up in some rusty old razor wire. Why it was there on the ground I have no clue, and just how it wound up wrapped around my calf I can’t say. I do know that it ripped me a good one, that’s for sure.

Assessing the damage when we arrived “On-Home” at Treasure Island…

Speaking of Treasure Island, it’s the resort I stayed in when I first arrived. It’s also very convenient to my current apartment. The staff is friendly (and cute) so it is no surprise I’m a regular there. That paid off because without even asking, one of the waitresses offered me some first aid. Mark, the security guy, came over and thoroughly cleaned the wound with soap and water, then disinfected with hydrogen peroxide.

Then he did a nice job wrapping it all up neat and tidy. I offered to buy him dinner for his efforts but he declined. Later on though I slipped him a 500 peso note (around ten bucks) which he seemed to appreciate.

Got up this morning and did my regular beach walk then popped into Treasure Island (of course) for some breakfast. Afterwards I made my way over to the local hospital.

Our Lady of Lourdes International Medical Center, right here in Barrio Barretto. I’ve asked several folks for the assessment of the care here and they have all said exactly the same thing “it’s where people go to die.” Well, I just wanted someone to take a look at my wound, so I ventured into the emergency room.

And a friendly female doctor and her cute nurse assistant had me all stitched up in no time. They also gave me a tetanus booster shot. Total cost–4,650 pesos. That’s about $95. if you are keeping score.

Also got some prescriptions meds (antibiotics and something else I’m not sure of what it does, anti-inflammatory maybe).

On the walk back I home I popped into the money exchange shop to pick up my Remitly money transfer ($2000.). “Sorry sir, no funds available now. Try back after lunch.”

Then it was over to Western Union to pick up another wire transfer, also for two grand. “Sorry sir, no dollars available. I can pay you in pesos”. Fine. It’s going to be a problem apparently wiring large sums of money over here. I’ve got enough together to pay the advance rent/deposit on my house, but I’m not sure how I’m going to pull together the $10,000 I need to deposit to secure my retirement visa. Ah well, I’ll figure it out.

Speaking of the house, the landlord stood me up yesterday. Was supposed to meet today before lunch. Now I hear he is “on the way” with an ETA of around 2:00. Which precludes my planned playing in a dart tourney this afternoon. And it still does not appear ANY of the promised repairs have been completed. What a pain in the ass this has been.

(taking a deep breath, relaxing, and accepting the Filipino way).

Ah yes, that’s better.

Take the time to close your
Eyes and look around
Cause anyone who helped you out
Can let you down
And look out, look out, look out
The voice is now the choir
Can you feel it getting
Down to the wire?

Well, damn

As I mentioned in an earlier post, my Fitbit died. And so did my back-up. Both displayed the same symptoms, the batteries refuse to retain a charge. Since I bought them both in Korea, pursuing a warranty remedy is out of the question. So, I begin my quest to purchase a replacement.

A quick online search showed several places where you can order and have them shipped. I’m not comfortable with that option given the transient nature of my housing situation (and the fact that I don’t know my address). So, I looked for retail outlets. At first it seemed I’d have to go to the mall in Angeles City, but then I saw something saying that a place called Tony’s Sport carried them and their webpage indicated a store right here in Olongapo at Harbor Point Mall.

So, I hopped into a Jeepney and made my way to the Subic Bay Freeport Zone (the old Navy base) then hoofed it over to the mall (about a kilometer away). Got to the mall and asked where I might find Tony’s and was told “oh, they closed in 2016:.” WTF? Anyway, I took a deep breath, relaxed, and accepted the Filipino way. Then I walked over to another nearby mall (SM) and had no luck there either. Walked back to the Jeepney stop and came home.

And here I sit with no Fitbit. Maybe I’ll head to Angeles this weekend.

I’ve got the Hash this afternoon so that will be good I hope, even if the steps go unaccounted for. I can actually gauge my step count by time as I consistently have a 7,000 step per hour pace. Still want my Fitbit though!

From this morning’s Fitbitless beach walk…

During which I popped into the Arizona Beach Resort and enjoyed their All-American breakfast. Why wouldn’t I? I’m an All-American boy! And I limited myself to one slice of toast and one taste of hash browns. Still gotta watch those carbs!

Alright then, time to get dressed for today’s Hash…

Our drinking club with a running problem!

Well, I was going to end this post with a joke about time travel. But no one thought it was funny. (Ahem)

Another day

Hmm, although I now have no excuses time-wise to not post something everyday here at LTG, I’m not sure it’s necessarily a good idea. Want proof? Try this:

A morning beach walk and breakfast. Then a longish walk up the National Highway through Subic town. Rainy season seems to have arrived and the clouds rolled in on the return trek. I ducked into Johannson’s and had a Coke Zero while waiting out the storm. The storm outlasted my patience though so I took a trike back home.

I’ve incorporated a daily nap into my routine now, so I took one.

Played in the dart tourney at Alley Cats bar and finished second. I’m making an effort to be more sociable, but it really is not my nature.

Came home and recharged my e-cigarettes then went to Treasure Island for some dinner (and more beer). Had the orange chicken, it was pretty good. Then I started feeling poorly (too much beer?) and headed back home. Took a two hour nap, woke up, and decided to keep the streak going on the blog by writing this post.

My decision making skills definitely need improvement!

Definitively speaking

Reflections upon completing three weeks of living in the Philippines.

Well, to begin, I am not depressed. That’s kind of a big deal because on previous visits I’d start feeling overwhelmed with sadness after a week or so. To be sure there is much I’m seeing that is sad, most of which is poverty related, but I’m managing to keep the right attitude so far and I continue to believe and hope that my presence here can make a positive difference, even in a small way. Lord knows I’ve been pumping quite a bit of money into the local economy. I’m sure the San Miguel brewery folks are happy that I’m here!

Of course, not being depressed doesn’t necessarily make you happy either. I’m still a work in progress in that regard. I will say that my attitude and sense of well-being is much improved over my former life in Pyeongtaek. Of course that’s a pretty low bar on the satisfaction scale, but on balance I am content and satisfied with my life here so far. Certainly no regrets about making the move. And once I get settled into my permanent home I’m sure I’ll feel even better about things.

I’ve incorporated a stroll through my future neighborhood into my morning walk routine. That’s gonna be my house someday soon I hope. Although I STILL am not seeing any movement on the promised repairs…

But once the house is ship-shape, I’ll pays my dues and soaks up the views….

Meanwhile, I continue on with the solitary existence to which I’ve become accustomed. I’ve made my share of acquaintances here and I guess I’m another familiar face in the venues I frequent. But of course I crave for more than that. Being alone does have it’s advantages I suppose. Like ample time to think about why I’m alone. And maybe it’s a simple as being out of sync in my definitions of words like “love” and “friendship”. I know what they mean to me, but apparently the people I encounter in life define them in a completely different way. A way that lets them simply walk away without remorse whenever they grow weary of being a friend or lover. It doesn’t work that way for me and I have suffered many disappointments from having believed that those words actual mean to someone else what they mean to me.

And that’s on me of course. If you have unrealistic expectations you are bound to never have them met. It does make me wary moving forward and perhaps that comes across as disinterest to people I’m actually interested in getting to know. Anyway, my smart readers are probably thinking “gee, Captain Obvious, you just know figuring this shit out?” Why yes. Yes I am. I’m a slow learner.

But I’ve got lots of time on my hands. I’m bound to figure it out someday!

Indeed.

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn…

–Veronica Shoffstall

All things must pass

The streak has ended. Finished 4th tonight at darts. Although honestly, I played pretty well and had a decent partner too. Just the way the arrows fly sometimes.

Said a goodbye to a sweet and sassy lass…

Good luck in Thailand, Joana. Have a happy life!

Maybe I’m paranoid, but it seems the gals are sending me subliminal messages…

Are you sure?

Anyway, I’m drunk (again). Had a busy day exchanging dollars for pesos and picking up dollars that I’ve had wired in from the states. Supposed to meet the landlord Monday, but honestly I haven’t seen any of the promised repairs taking place yet (I walk by the house everyday).

And my Fitbit died. Hopefully I can find a replacement soon.

Trying mightily…

Embracing the poetry of life. Whatever gets you through the day.

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

–Charles Bukowski