Sleep walking?

Had a bit of a surprise when I checked my Fitbit tracker this morning and discovered that I had (allegedly) walked 54,216 steps yesterday, or about 45 kilometers. Well, as Biden-like as I’ve become lately, I think I’d remember that. I certainly would have felt it in my bones and feet.

My Fitbit does monitor sleep stages, but I don’t think it captures what you are doing during those REM hours.

It’s a new tracker and is back to normal today, so far at least. I did go to the app and check the settings and saw that I was on USA time, so I switched it over to PI time. Not sure why that would make a difference in step count…even if it had combined two days into one, that was more than my total steps for the past two days. Oh well. It did remind me of that time I actually did walk over 50,000 steps one day back in Korea. Damn, it was nice seeing the photos from that monster hike. As I said back then, I’ll NEVER do that again!

I’ll do the photos from my abbreviated participation with the Wednesday Walkers at the end of this post.

Dart league yesterday afternoon was at Johan’s on Baloy Beach. We all played pretty well and took home a 12-1 victory for our efforts. I’ve decided this will be my last season playing in dart league, unless and until I can find one that starts later in the day. I hate feeling rushed around after the hike so I can make it to the dart match on time. And when I start drinking beer at two in the afternoon, it just throws me off for the rest of the night Couldn’t I play darts without drinking? I don’t know, I never tried and I have no desire to find out. Those beers are my aiming fluid! And I was aiming good yesterday!

After darts, I walked down Baloy Beach and stopped at McCoy’s where I engaged in more beer drinking.

I enjoy the outdoor ambiance and bay views at McCoy’s, but not the loud ass karaoke being sung off-key. There was some of that when I first arrived, but then the help started moving all the tables out of the bar area where I was seated. I asked if I needed to move too but was told I was fine to remain at the bar. Next thing I know, this happened:

A Zumba dance fitness class arrived. That was different and easier on the eyes than the karaoke had been on the ears.

Then I got hungry and decided to hike back into Barretto for something to eat. This morning I remembered going to Sit-n-Bull, but for the life of me, I could not remember what I ate there. After wracking my addled brain without result, I had the bright idea to check my phone.

Let’s go, Brandon! I had the chicken burger! I vaguely recall now liking it and it explains the droplets of barbeque sauce I saw this morning on the shorts I wore last night.

I did recall going next door to Wet Spot for more beer after dinner. Drank with my regular girl there and chatted some with the owner, Daddy Dave. About what I can’t say. I’m sure I must have been drunkenly brilliant though. Yeah, too much of a good thing last night.

The science is settled!

Speaking of being forgetful, I realized that I neglected to upload a photo to my hurriedly completed post yesterday.

Me and the staff at Outback on Tuesday night. I was the best (and only) customer there!

A commenter on that post, Soju Honcho, mentioned the old Hooker Hill days in Itaewon. Coincidentally, Facebook shared this memory from 7 years ago:

A dart league match at Friends Bar. Our team consisted of a Korean, a Japanese, a Canadian, and a fat old American. We won that night too.

This morning as I was preparing to go out for my stroll I heard from my friend Julie. Apparently, I had invited her to join me for dinner last night but she hadn’t been feeling well. Of course, I didn’t remember that, even after she told me. Anyway, she wanted to reciprocate by inviting me to breakfast. Sure, why not?

Trying to get more practice with my camera, I snuck this photo of her.
She reciprocated with one of me.
I always do the Swedish pancakes at Harley’s.

Turns out Julie’s phone died and she is waiting for payday to come around so she can repair or replace it. I told her she was welcome to use the one I had just replaced, and she jumped on the offer.

She even joined me for a walk on the beach before coming back to my house to pick up the phone. That’s all she did here though. She’s made it abundantly clear that we are only just friends. Without benefits.

After Julie left, I took a nap. Woke up hungry so I whipped up a batch of burrito fixin’s.

It hit the spot.

I told my friend Joy I’d visit her this evening and buy her a lady drink or two.

She sent me this picture to make sure I don’t forget. I won’t. I love her brown knees.
And she loves my brownies, so I made her a batch.

And that pretty much brings you up to date on my comings and goings. I’m not sure how Facebook does it, but something in my profile has triggered me getting memes like these in my newsfeed:

It’s not like I have any choice.
Yeah, that’s what I did. That was my only option.

Honestly, though, I’m not sure I want to be in a relationship again. The schoolteacher is still pushing hard and I’m willing to see where it goes, but it’s going to take a lot of convincing before I do a deep dive into love again. Just not feeling like there’s enough to be gained to make it worth it. I need to change it up and get on a plane and start exploring new places and faces. And bars, of course.

Alright, here are the pictures I took with the Wednesday Walkers:

We are on our way through the mean street of Alta Vista.
Off the beaten path.
A relatively small group for this outing. I wanted to do the hill I skipped on Monday’s Hash and that’s it behind us. Let’s go!
About halfway up.
The end is in sight!
A view from the top.
The rest of the group went on to new heights, but I had to head home for darts on the lonely backstreets of Barretto.
No traffic on Jolo street.
Sneaking back into Alta Vista.
Home again on Shenandoah Bend.

And there you have it. Time for me to get ready to explore another evening out. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.

Not much Tue do

Other than grocery shopping, Tuesday is pretty much my lazy day. I take a break from walking and then usually just hang out until it’s time for darts. Yesterday wasn’t much of an exception, but I’ll fill you in any way.

On the way to the grocery store, we stopped by Baypointe hospital to pick up the results of my PSA blood test. I came in at 1.14 and the normal range goes up to 4.5, so it looks like it won’t be prostate cancer that kills me. In other health-related news, the meds I’m taking for my nasal polyps are having some positive impact. Still congested, but at least now I can breathe some air in and out of my nose again. A few days of pills to go, so hopefully, I can avoid getting surgery to remove the polyps.

I also had the mountain girl I’ve been helping to support give me a massage yesterday. It was her idea (she needed extra money for her daughter’s medicine). I ended the “friends with benefits” program because I felt like I was being exploitive of desperate women in need. I still hear occasionally from some of the past beneficiaries and they remain desperate. Now I feel guilty because I’ve closed the door on an avenue they had found to make life a little easier. Then I came across this article “why sugar babies do not deserve the negative stigma”. Hmm. The description of the relationships between a sugar daddy and the women he supports sounded eerily similar to my FWB offering. Two consenting adults assisting one another with their needs, why is that a bad thing? I don’t know if I’ll reconsider that program or not. I’m still kind of in an “I’d like to find a girlfriend” mode, but I am readapting to being single, and given my history, that might be the wisest choice. Being alone doesn’t mean you have to be lonely. Especially in this town! We’ll see.

A good night of darts last night. It was like old times in Alley Cats with the bar full of drunk Swedes. Yep, the part-timers and tourists seem to be back in force. Even had enough players to have a doubles tournament.

I drew the John from Wales as my partner. Coincidentally, he lives in the upstairs apartment from me too. We went undefeated in the winner’s bracket, but called it a tie for first and split the winnings rather than play the championship round. That’s my style, everyone goes home a winner. We had beat them earlier that night, so there was nothing left to prove anyway.

After darts, I crossed the highway and went to Mangos for dinner. I was the only customer.

I enjoyed this roast chicken salad…
…and the nighttime bay views as I dined.

After eating, I decided to drop in and say hello at Outback. It’s been a while since I visited that bar. Once again, I was surprised to see that I was the only customer. My friend the bartender and five waitresses with no one to serve. Maybe the tourist invasion has not hit in full force after all, although Bhel (the bartender) said they usually get a later crowd. Anyway, I wound up doing something I rarely do–buying everyone a drink. The gesture seemed appreciated. It set me back a little over1000 pesos ($20) but I reckon I can afford it. My beers alone would have cost me that much in Korea.

This morning I copied and scanned the documents for my income tax prep and emailed them to my accountant back in the states. Then I led the Wednesday Walkers group halfway through a hike. I left them on their own so they could tackle another climb, I needed to get back home to write this post and then head out to darts.

And now that I have, that’s what I’ll do. See you tomorrow!

The long and the short of it

Good morning! Paradise as seen during my dog walk today.

But this post isn’t about today, it’s about yesterday. Hash Monday to be precise. We did a trail mostly through the foothills surrounding Naugsol valley as laid by our Hares, Leech My Nuggets, and Bug Fucker. Most of the Hashers caught the truck and rode it out to the trailhead but I chose to hike out to the start and that added 2.5K or so to my day. I did a shortcut around the last climb near the end, so it evened out I suppose. My tracker said I did a little over 8K–not bad for a hot day. To the photos then:

The trail as plotted by the Hares. It started at Bridge #4 as seen above to the left and ended at Leech’s house here in Alta Vista. So, I started and ended in Alta Vista. That bubble at the center-top is the climb I avoided–I just kept going straight instead.
Heading out of Alta Vista. Only one other Hasher was with me at this point, Black And Dickher.
We did catch up with two other like-minded Hashers, Almoranus and Fireman, along the way.
A glimpse of Easter mountain.
We arrived at the Bridge #4 start point about 10 minutes before the Hashmobile came rolling up.
And finally, we were On-On the real trail.
As usual, I quickly fell behind most of the other Hashers. Yeah, I’m slow, especially on hills, but I’m that guy always stopping to take pictures along the way, so that slows me down too.
Some of the other slowpokes.
Heading for the hills.
A hot day, but very beautiful scenery.
It’s the dry season so not much water to be found. That will be changing in a couple of months.
It was pleasant walking, for the most part, which is a little surprising given Leech’s reputation.
Hello there, Tinkerbell. She’s heading back to Belgium and doesn’t know when or if she’ll be back. Nice gal, she’ll be missed.
Country living.
My only climb of the day.
If you are behind me you are definitely a straggler!
A view from on high.
Hello again, Easter mountain.
Picture time!
As is always the case, Leech marks his trails well. If you get lost when he’s the Hare you just ain’t paying attention.
Eeking out a living in the backwoods.
Where uling (charcoal) comes from.
Almoranus showing off. He’s one of the handful in our Hash who actually runs a good portion of the trail.
When I rejoined the trail after my shortcut, I encountered this group of Hashers.
I also got to experience a new back way into Alta Vista by following this trail.
That’s always a good sign!
Getting up to Alta Vista always involves a climb, but this was a bit much.
And it ended with having to climb up and over these big rocks. Won’t be taking this path again anytime soon. No thanks!
Back in the neighborhood. That’s Leech’s roof straight ahead…
Leech’s backyard at last and the end of Run #1490 of the SBH3.
On-Home! Leech and his gal tied the knot this week and they provided some great eats to create a reception-like flavor to our Hash circle.
Some of the food available (there was another table full as well)
Onto my plate and into my belly! That’s Leech sitting in front of the banner proclaiming his marriage to Leech My Pussy (Reylyn).
The food line…You snooze, you lose!
Oh, and we celebrated the birthday of Bug Fucker, who just recently returned from being trapped in Australia for two years.

The circle ended but the drinking fun didn’t stop. A bunch of us made our way to It Doesn’t Matter and continued to party.

From what I can remember, at least two rounds of birthday shots were raised in honor of the birthday boy.

Well, I can handle my beer but when you mix hard alcohol into the equation, all bets are off. I knew I needed to get while the getting was good, so I headed out for home. No trikes were available outside IDM so I continued down the highway. When I got to Sit-n-Bull I remembered I didn’t have the makings at home to satisfy my drunken sweet tooth, so I popped in to see what they had in their pie fridge.

I usually go with their outstanding carrot cake, but when I saw this pecan pie I knew it was coming home with me.
And I found just enough vanilla ice cream in the freezer to top it off.

A sweet way to end a great day of Hashing.

Closing the loop…

…on another meaningless weekend. Hell, when you are retired even the word “weekend” is meaningless. Here’s are some scenes from my Sunday:

I got bored sitting around the house waiting for beer o’clock to roll around. At 3:00 p.m. I finally convinced myself that since it was Sunday it was perfectly acceptable to start a little early. How could I argue with logic like that? My original intent had been to start at the nearest bar to my house (not owned by my ex) and go from there. So, that would make Queen Victoria my first stop. But as I neared that venue I listened to the other voice in my head saying it was still too early and kept on walking. I figured the extra steps wouldn’t hurt anyway (I wound up with 18,000 for the day).

On the other side of town I reached John’s place and decided, what the hell, it’s a restaurant after all. More sound logic from a thirsty soul. Of course, I proceeded directly to the third-floor bar and plopped down on my usual seat overlooking the highway below. There was a pool league match taking place and I was surprised to see one of the female Hashers I know playing. It was nice to see a familiar face. The beer was cold and wet and I took in the view as I drank.

Very heavy traffic leaving town on a Sunday afternoon. Post scamdemic, this area has really become a weekend destination for the big city dwellers down south.
Even the waitresses were taking pictures of the traffic.
I felt sorry for the groups of folks waiting on Jeepneys back to Olongapo. By the time they reached this side of town, they were all full.
I tried John’s hamburger for the first time. He grinds his own meat and uses high-quality beef. It really was quite delicious.
Since the sun was leaving I figured I ought to go too.

I found a break in the traffic and scurried across the highway, then made my way to Cheap Charlies.

Alma, one of my favorites, seemed really happy to see me again.
She cheered up some after I bought her a lady drink.
And so we enjoyed the end of the day together.

After a couple of more beers, I decided to head on down the highway. There is a new bar called Sloppy Joe’s I wanted to check out. It’s tiny but has a nice outdoor seating area. Alas, the outside space was insufficient for me to comfortably join the other patrons already ensconced there. Another time, perhaps. I wound up ending my evening at the bar where I intended to begin–Queen Victoria.

The birthday girl I had met last Wednesday during dart league was there and seemed happy to see me. She goes by “Tin-Tin” in the bar, and without the distraction of darts, I got to know her a little better. Of course, I told her upfront that 21 was way too young for me. That didn’t seem to deter her at all. She was quite the touchy-feely type, which is fine, but I prefer it somewhere other than in public. After two beers, it was just past nine, which as you probably know, is my quitting time. As I was paying my tab, Tin-Tin came up with keys in hand offering me a ride home. Hmm. Well, I know she rides a scooter and I could tell she had been drinking, and I also suspected what she might have in mind at my place, so I thanked her and declined. I may be a fool but I ain’t stupid. Or at least I wasn’t this time.

And that was my Sunday evening entertainment. This is Hash Monday, so I have mostly been lazing around and surfing the ‘net all morning. Well, I did get an email from Google saying I was nearing maximum storage capacity and giving me the option to buy more space or delete some old emails and photos. I took the delete option, but I did look at some things to make sure I really didn’t want them. Glad I did because I found some pics from my first ever trip to the Philippines back in July 2008.

It was the day of the pool party I held with the bar girls I had met from Alaska Club in Angeles City. Hmm, looking up that link I see that most of the photos I “rescued” this morning I have posted on the blog. That post was written in 2017. What’s odd is that I didn’t do a blog post at the time of the visit in 2008. I’m guessing I was either still technically married to wife #3 or didn’t want my employer to know I was cavorting with prostitutes. Or both! Anyway, you can see the photos and the story of what led to the pool party at the link above. Here are some teasers:

The Alaska girls at the pool of my hotel, The Wild Orchid in Angeles City.
I made all the girls wet that day!
Filled them up too!
Sweet Sheryl. My first ever barfine. A really nice young woman who I understand is now living her dream life in Australia.

You know, sometimes I wish I could go back in time. Even if I couldn’t change a thing. I’d just like to re-experience memories like these from the perspective of knowing I didn’t appreciate it as much as I should have at the time. I’m actually trying to do that in the present as well. When I start feeling down or disappointed, I remind myself that someday I’ll look back and this time of my life will seem wonderful. Enjoy it while you can!

In my weekend condition

Well, I’ve survived so far but I still have Sunday night to go. Here’s how it has been so far.

Decided to start my Saturday on the town with some food in my belly, so Sit-n-Bull was my first stop.

Man does not live by bread alone. You need all that other good stuff that comes on a club sandwich as well. I used the food mode on my new phone camera and it came out pretty nice and clear.
After dinner, I headed around the corner to begin my night of drinking at BarCelona.

I was disappointed my waitress friend and potential future date, Samantha, wasn’t there. I sent her a message and she confirmed she was taking the night off. Alrighty then, saved me the cost of the lady drinks she would have consumed.

So, I contented myself with the view from my seat. That’s the Kalaklan ridge in the background.

A couple of beers later I’d seen enough so I moseyed down the street a ways. Where was I headed?

Glad you asked. Now you have your answer.

A bunch of Hashers came in and occupied that table a bit later, but I maintained my counter seat where I shared company and drinks with Roan and Agnes. Always a good time with Roan, lots of laughs. Wish I could get her interested in something more than being a bar friend, but she’s been honest and upfront about her lack of desire for anything else. No complaints about that.

It was getting close to 9:00 and that’s when I generally shut things down, but I decided to up my game and have one for the road at Cheap Charlies. The place was really busy and that’s good to see. Well, all my favorites were otherwise occupied. Still, I didn’t have to drink alone.

My company. She’s a cutie, but not my type. I’m sure I’m not hers either.
And I’ve always got the view.

When I got out of the trike at home I saw this unusual sight:

Easter mountain was ablaze. Looked fine this morning though.

So, I pushed the envelope last night and wound up going to bed at the ungodly hour of 10:30! Wowza! Slept in until 5:00 this morning though, so all is well.

I did my solitary Sunday stroll this morning. Decided to do one of those “photo every 1000 steps” so I could get some practice with the camera. Here’s how that worked out:

Leaving home.
1000 steps later.
Friendly kids got rewarded with some cookies at 2000 steps.
3000 steps took me to the streets of San Isidro. Right after I took this photo, a young woman approached and asked me if I had any sweets for her kids. I gladly handed over a bag of cookies. She didn’t look familiar to me at all but said she had seen me walking in Barretto before. Small world.
4000 steps and I was on the backside of Black Rock. No intention of climbing up there again on my own though. Those pictures will have to wait.
On a backstreet in Calapacuan at 5000 steps.
On the Calapcuan market street at 6000 steps.
On the National Highway at 7000 steps.
And still on the Highway at 8000 steps.
Close to home at 9000.
The rocky path to my house at 10,000.
The stats from the hike. You can see there was some malfunction with the tracking app near the beginning. That might have added some distance, although just checked my Fitbit and the distance is consistent with what is recorded there. Not that it matters.

You can always Relive the stroll if you have the gumption:

https://www.relive.cc/view/vMv8JQPLwP6

I made a discovery as I sat down to do today’s post. I always check to make sure I have a unique title. In doing so I came across something I had written back in November 2007 called the Korean cookie lady. I had totally forgotten about the events described in that post. So, maybe my blog isn’t totally worthless after all. It is a repository of memories from a life slowly fading away with the passage of time.

No idea what is in store for tonight. I was hoping for a first date with the teacher, but we are having a difficult time getting on the same page. So, it looks like another evening of beer and loneliness. Not that I’m complaining!

Phoning it in

I led the group hike yesterday and we did about 7K up and over Black Rock, then roundabout back to Barretto. I was excited about doing the Black Rock hike because it has just about the best views from up top in the area and I wanted to give my new phone camera a tryout. The hike was great and the views were awesome on a sunny clear day. I took a shitload of photos but I won’t be posting any of them here. Here’s the convoluted story of why:

I mentioned that I bought a new phone. It’s a Samsung Galaxy A53. My old phone is an A50. I’d gone online to research which Samsung phone features the best camera. Of course, the best cameras are on the S-series phones, but they cost a thousand bucks. The review I read said the A52 had the best camera in the mid-price range. I went to the Samsung store at the mall and the salesman showed me an A52, but then pointed out that the A53 was this year’s upgrade of that model and it was on sale. Sold!

After the purchase, they helped me do the transfer of all my data, photos, and apps to the new phone. That went smoothly. Of course, the real pain in the ass was opening up my apps and programs on the new phone. Everything required a password and in a lot of cases it had been years and I couldn’t remember what some of those passwords might be. Well, the fix for that is the app will email me a code to insert in lieu of a password. I remembered my Google password, but not the one for my AOL account, so that upped the level of being a pain in the ass. But I eventually got everything functioning again on the new phone and I was good to go.

So, I did the hike, took my photos, came home. I’m going to donate my old phone to someone in need here, but first I had to delete all the data, apps, and photos there. Someone had shown me how to do the factory reset, and I set about doing it. The hitch came because Samsung required that I log in to my Samsung account before I could implement the delete function. Well, I didn’t even know that I had a Samsung account and none of the usual old passwords I tried were working. And when I tried the email recovery option, the emails from Samsung were in Hanguel–making them virtually unreadable to an ignoramus like me. So, I’m going back between my new and old phones–trying to respond to the emails on the one, and trying to implement the delete function on the other. And then somehow I finally got the delete function to work! And almost instantly noticed that I had mixed up the phones, both being the same size and feel, and had started the delete process on my new phone. And there was no way to stop it. Yeah, I’m that stupid. Probably karma for my mocking our demented President.

I was able to re-initiate the data transfer process from the old phone to the new one, just like I had done the day before. But alas, all those photos I had taken on the new phone were lost forever. This morning I successfully completed the deletion of data from the old phone and hopefully, that marks the end of the transition trauma.

You’ll have to Relive the hike without photos.

https://www.relive.cc/view/v8qkBjPek36
Nothing to see here, move along.

Going through all that crap with my phone put me behind schedule, so I didn’t bother with darts last evening. Instead, I went to It Doesn’t Matter and had a few cold ones to help me forget about my recent ordeal with the phone. My friend “Jenny” is heading down to Manila for her new job and I had promised her dinner before she departs. We agreed to meet at John Kim’s new place, so I moved my ass up the highway, climbed to the third floor, and waited for her there.

And here it is, the first picture from my new phone camera to be shared here at LTG:

Too much clutter, but the photo seems crisp enough. Especially considering the level of lighting available.

Jenny and I had a nice meal (can’t remember what she ate now, I had fish and chips), shared some banter (she gets my sense of humor!), and had a pleasant evening together. I drank beer, she had soju. I was crushing on her when we first met, but she has convinced me to back off, at least for now. I’m back in my living for the moment mode, so I’m comfortable saying we have no future. Still, nothing wrong with sharing some platonic time and a few laughs when circumstances allow.

The photo of my fish and chips didn’t come out well. Not sure if the blame is with the camera or the photographer. I still need to learn the various functions and settings on the phone cam. I know there is a food setting that maybe I should use more often. My guess is this didn’t come out though because I moved before the camera was done taking the shot in poor lighting.

Jenny and I left John’s place together and went home and went to bed. Well, she went to her home and I went to mine, but you know what I mean.

Up this morning and took care of the usual business. I did a street hike through Barretto and listened to music on my headphones. Not much worthy of a photograph anyway. Well, I did take a leaving the neighborhood shot:

That one came out alright I think.

I had ordered some stuff on Lazada (the Philippines version of Amazon) and for some reason had the foresight to leave some money with the helper “just in case”. And sure enough, when I got back from my hike, two of the items had arrived:

This is the one I’ve been waiting for. My old Fitbit Charge 4 was giving up the ghost. The battery wouldn’t hold a charge for 24 hours (supposed to last 3+ days) so it was getting to be a pain in the ass.

Best of all, I was able to set it up, sync it to my phone, and get it fully functioning without incident. Hey, let’s see Joe Biden do that!

And that’s pretty much all there is to say for now. Let me leave you with these important facts of life I came across on the internet (so you know they must be true!)

Until tomorrow then. Assuming tomorrow comes.

The ebb and flow of daily life

Sorry for the lack of posting yesterday. My good intentions were overridden by laziness unforeseen events. Anyway, here’s what’s been happening.

The construction behind my place continues. As far as I know, no one has died yet. Yes, that guy is standing on top the crane. The other is crawling across the beam. Neither has a safety harness. I guess OSHA doesn’t translate into Tagalog.

Started my Wednesday in the usual fashion, including a pleasant hike with the Wednesday Walkers group. Photos from that event later in this post. Home in time for a shower and a quick post here, but no nap. Then it was off to the dart league match being played at Queen Victoria.

It’s actually a pretty nice darts venue.
I did find one of the opposing players to be quite distracting. Sexy legs. I wonder what they lead to?

The lady in red told me her name is Cristina and that it was her twenty-first birthday. I asked one of the other waitresses if they were going to have a celebration later for her. Nope, nothing was planned, she responded. So, that didn’t seem right to me. After all, you are only 21 once. I sent one gal off to pick up a birthday cake and had another order a pizza. They partied while I played darts.

And now I have a new Facebook friend. Don’t worry, I’m not going there.

We wound up winning the dart match 9-4, although we should have done much better than that. Too many distractions–that’s my excuse! After darts I did a bit of a bar crawl, seeing Samantha at BarCelona and sharing a couple of drinks with her. I don’t expect that is going anywhere either. Popped into It Doesn’t Matter for a bit, then finished my night at Cheap Charlies. It was a long day for this old man.

This pretty well illustrates where things stand with me relationship-wise.
Oh, when I got home my helper told me a package had come in the mail for me.
Kevin Kim’s new book! Signed by the author and everything! Thanks again, Kevin! The rest of y’all can got to Amazon and buy your own damn copy!

And then it was Thursday. I didn’t do a hike. I took the morning off to prepare for my appointment with an Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist. The plan was for my helper to get there an hour before the doctor’s scheduled arrival at 2:00. She’d get me all signed up thereby reducing my wait time by having me near the front of the queue. Since my driver was picking us up at 12:30, I figured I’d spend some time at the mall. Why the mall? Well, my friend Joy needed a new phone and I was the sucker nice guy expected to provide it. Okay, I don’t mind helping a gal in need and I agreed, so no big deal. To her credit, she was happy with the cheapest decent phone available, about $150. And since we were there anyway, I did some shopping too.

I was looking to upgrade my camera and from the reviews I read, this phone has the best camera for a mid-range priced phone ($500.)

The shopping excursion took a little longer than planned and we had to rush back to Baypointe hospital so I didn’t miss my place in line to see the doctor. I wound up waiting about 30 minutes anyway. I scheduled the visit with ENT doc because I’ve had head congestion for the past three or four months and over-the-counter meds were having little to no effect. The first thing I noticed when I walked into the doctor’s office was that she was pretty damn hot. I like that in a physician! Makes the exam much less stressful. The first thing she asked me was “what brings you here today?” I responded, “I came in a car.” Yeah, I know. She laughed politely though, and then we got down to business. I described my symptoms and she had me move to an examination chair. She put on her face shield, grabbed a tube-like instrument, and stuck it up my nose. I guess it was some kind of microscope. Then she did the other nostril. She did a tsk, tsk, and said that’s the problem–Grade II nasal polyps. Now what, doc? She explained that once you reach the Grade II level, surgery may be required. In my case, since I have to take meds for high blood pressure and an enlarged prostate, she couldn’t give me the stronger drugs she would normally prescribe (steroid-like if I understood correctly). So, we are trying a two-week regimine of lower dose meds and if that doesn’t work I’ll need to schedule surgery. Out patient? No, it requires general anesthesia. Damn it! Lets hope the meds work. As pretty as she is, I don’t want her poking around in my nose with a scapel.

After the doctor’s visit, I took my driver, helper, and Joy out to lunch at the nearby Seoul restaurant.

Samgyeopsal…
…and bulgogi stew.

By the time we got back to Barretto it was already beer o’clock. Had my driver drop Joy off at her house and had him take me out to Baloy Beach. I started and ended my evening at McCoy’s.

The bar area was packed with Filipinos singing karaoke loudly and poorly, so my manager friend graciously offered me use of this nearby nipa hut. The folks in the hut next door were also singing, but oddly enough, having bad music on both sides seemed to cancel each other out. Or maybe I just went to my happy place in my mind.
The view from inside…
Watching the sun set.
How I filled the lonely hours.

And so ended another day in paradise. I had some more adventures today, but I’ll share those tomorrow. I need to head out for darts now.

Here’s the pics I promised from the Wednesday hike:

The path we walked. The white line shows the deviations some in our group took.
The said group of Wednesday Walkers.
Starting out in Alta Vista.
Into the wild.
Scott was our fearless leader for the day.
Yours truly trying to make his way.
An early view.
Yeah, I got some cookies in here.
Mountain top.
Looks like ANTIFA passed through here.
Scott in the grass.
The compound of my favorite mountain family. Chickens and goats galore, but no electricity.
Mountain mama Olivia and her granddaughter.
Some more cookie recipients.
Scott getting down.
And back on his feet.
More mountain dwellers.
Jim in view of Easter mountain.
On the trail.
Them too.
Mountain home.
Mountain view.
And now I am (finally!) done with this long ass post!

When one door closes…

…another door opens. Or so it has been said. I’d like to see the scientific data supporting that proposition though.

Anyway, on the way to do my grocery shopping yesterday, I had my driver drop my weekend guest off at the bus station so she could return to her life in Angeles City. She has subsequently been messaging things like she misses me and wants to come see me again. I haven’t been brutal in my responses, but I think I’ve made it clear those feelings are not mutual. Again, I think she is a good-hearted woman, just someone who is completely wrong for me. I made her cry her last night here with my bluntness, I wasn’t even angry, okay, maybe a tad rude and impatient, but nothing like my worst behavior. Anyway, trying to have a relationship with her would be a disaster for us both. Not sure what lessons I can take away from the experience, maybe something to do with selectivity.

I did share my insights on caring about someone who doesn’t care for you with “Jenny”. I told her I understood better how she must have felt with me trying to worm my way into her heart when she had no reciprocal feelings for me. She told me she was sorry I felt that way and that I misunderstood her. She said she thinks I’m a nice and caring man with a good sense of humor and that she enjoys my company. She just does not want to be in a relationship with a “white man” right now. Yeah, that’s how she put it. She explained that she has some personal goals she is working hard to achieve and it is important to her that she achieve them on her own. Having a white boyfriend would diminish whatever she accomplishes because people would assume I made it happen for her through financial support (all us foreigners are considered rich in the eyes of the Filipino community apparently). Whatever her reasons, I’m not gonna chase or beg for her time and attention. Maybe I’ll be here when she’s ready for a relationship, maybe I won’t.

I was surprised to hear from another former love of mine yesterday. Her engagement to a foreigner has ended (she didn’t say why, and I didn’t ask) and she inquired about me providing a work reference. I did and it appears she will indeed be hired. Happy about that. And yes, the thought did cross my mind about trying to rekindle that old flame. I’ve regretted maybe giving up too soon during our first go-round and with the benefit of hindsight and getting to know her better during our ensuing years of friendship, perhaps we could make a go of it this time. Way, way too soon for me to even consider acting on that possibility. I need to stand back and give her some space and time to make the transition back to singleness. I can think about it though and let my imagination run wild.

Am I asking too much?

Played darts last night and got knocked out early. First time in a long time we’ve had enough players for a doubles tournament. I’m not going to blame my partner for our poor performance though. Wait a minute, yes I am! Not that I cared. The blessing of an early defeat was that I had more time to do a bar crawl. I started at BarCelona and visited my new favorite waitress there, Samantha. Her only off-day is Wednesday and since my Wednesdays are whacked with hiking and dart league, I’m not sure what we are going to do to get to know one another better. We talked about doing a hike and perhaps we will next week. She works too late (midnight or later) to get together after quitting time. Maybe a lunch date prior to work would be possible. We’ll see.

After BarCelona, I dropped by The Green Room, hoping to see my friend Novi. She wasn’t around (I found out later she quit) so it was one beer and out for me.

Next stop was Alaska. I greeted the owner, Jerry, then took a seat. Three gals up on stage and not much else happening. Music is always good with Jerry as DJ though, so there was that. Still, no one I knew to talk to, so a couple of beers and I said my goodnight.

That’s how I was looking and feeling at Alaska.

It was nearly my bedtime (9 p.m.) but I decided to have one more for the road so I headed down to Queen Victoria.

The bar was featuring some drink specials. I’m sitting at the bar when another customer comes up and asks the bartender “what comes inside a wet pussy?”. He asked this in all seriousness and without irony. I’m thinking, dude, if you don’t know what to put in a wet pussy…

Queen Vic had a live band and they sounded surprisingly good. Also, some pretty hot waitresses who looked very thirsty, but I just wasn’t in the mood to engage. A couple of more beers and I called it a night.

Just before I went to bed, I got a message from the schoolteacher. I hadn’t heard from her in several days. As you may recall she got pissed because I didn’t respond to her messages fast enough. Anyway, I was too tired and drunk to deal with her last night. I’ll keep her in the queue notwithstanding some red flags she’s displayed.

That was my Tuesday. Did a nice hike this morning, and now it is time for dart league. I’m really tired, but I’ve got no choice, my teammates are relying on me. I’ve already announced that I’m not playing next season.

Finally, Facebook reminded me that today is the third anniversary of me acquiring my dog Lucky. Here’s how he looked when I brought him home that day:

Skinny and mangy he was back then.
And here is just now. He’s my Lucky boy!

It’s all good.

A country Hash

We did the Hash On-Home way out at the end of Rizal Extension. Almoranus has a lot up there, so we had a bit of an end-of-hike campout. Since I wasn’t sure what the food situation would be, I decided to chow down at Sit-n-Bull before we started the hike.

The Salisbury steak was on the specials menu…came with two sides. Of course, I went with beans and coleslaw...
And then it was time to Hash. Our “sane” group shortcutted the first 2K or so by riding the truck out to the valley. Then we did a pleasant enough walk on that flat and rarely dry ground, before beginning a moderately difficult climb up to the ridgeline. It was hot out which didn’t make life any easier.
Off we go!
Easy peasy so far.
The lowdown. Most of the rice fields were dry, thankfully.
Girls on trail.
Heading towards Easter mountain. Turned off before we got there though.
We took no off fence.
Not my kind of hangout, but at least it was shady.
Hup, two, three, four!
Leaving the flatness behind.
What an ass! Rumored to be 18 Kilos…
For the most part, it was a well-marked trail.
The first runner to overtake us head-starting, shortcutting, sane Hashers was Leech My Nuggetts. As usual.
The only water hazard we encountered.
On up!
A house in the wild. The kids here were too shy to accept my cookie offer. I guess they don’t see many white folks in these parts.
It wasn’t a steep up, just a meandering continuous climb.
More runners passing us slowsters by.
It was a woodsy trail for the most part which was a relief on a hot and sunny day.
The end is near for this weary Hasher.
Our campsite, courtesy of Almoranus (in the white pants).
Chillin’ out in the shade.
Grillin’ up some dogs.
My weekend guest, Sweet Hash Hole, hanging out with Black And Dick Her.
It ain’t camping without a fire, right?
Returning Hashers on the ice. It had been twenty years or so for Sweet Hash Hole.
I didn’t eat at the Hash, but did enjoy a nice bowl of chili when I returned home.

And that was pretty much how my Hash Monday went down. Said goodbye to my weekend guest this morning. More thoughts on that in tomorrow’s post. Got darts on tap for tonight.

Take it as it comes

It’s Hash Monday, so just a quick update before I hid out to hit the trail.

Day 2 of my entertaining an out-of-town guest. Nothing has changed, although I do think my post yesterday may have sounded harsher than I intended. She seems to be a kind and good-hearted woman, just not the one for me. My epiphany I suppose was coming to understand that “Jenny” probably feels about me the way I feel about my guest. Doesn’t matter how good the other person may be, if they aren’t connecting with you on an emotional level it ain’t gonna happen. That’s just the way it goes sometimes.

Anyway, my guest didn’t want to join me for my Sunday hike because it was “too hot”. Well, I’m used to walking alone, but here is some of what she missed:

The Matain river is loaded up with garbage just waiting for the first big rain to come and wash it all into the bay.
It had been quite some time since I walked through the Santa Monica subdivision. Not much had changed.
I passed through Easter mountain’s neighborhood too.
And finally, a shot from my street in Alta Vista just before arriving back home.

You can Relive it here if you have a hankering to do so.

https://www.relive.cc/view/vAOZDxW4Myq

Once back home, I had some time to kill before beer o’clock rolled around, so opened up my Netflix. She picked a movie called “Black Crab”. I guess it was okay and somewhat entertaining. Not sure I’ve watched a Swedish-made film before. Anyway, it killed a couple of hours so it served its purpose. Here’s the trailer if you want a taste:

For one of those “too much time on my hands” kind of days.

So, it was finally time to head out and I decided we’d walk to John’s place for food and beers.

The enchiladas are excellent but damn, spicy enough to leave a tingle in my mouth. I’m not criticizing, that’s probably authentic. Most places serve them so bland you wouldn’t know it’s supposed to be Mexican.
You can never go wrong with John’s bulgogi. I’d add some of those string mushrooms they use in Korea, but that’s just me. No complaints.
The bar portion of John’s is on the third floor. I enjoyed the view of watching the sun go down while downing my beers from up there.

Wound up staying at John’s until it was time to head back home for my 9 p.m. bedtime.

Up early this morning as usual. My guest did join me for the dog walk.

One of the morning views I always enjoy.

Came home and put together the ingredients for some chili in the crockpot.

Should make for a nice after-Hash meal this evening, along with the cornbread muffins I baked.

And there’s a snapshot of my life here in the Philippines. Don’t be too jealous! Facebook sent me a reminder of how life was four years ago in Pyeongtaek.

Perhaps I’m just as lonely but I have a better attitude about it now.

I really am making progress. This weekend was a good reminder to not settle for less than what I want. I’ll be just fine alone if that is what it comes down to.

Nope, ain’t gonna happen.

Not a single trigger was tripped by my out-of-town visitor. Unless getting frustrated and irritated counts. She really doesn’t look anything like her pictures either, not that looks are the most important feature. Communication is a crapshoot as well. She doesn’t get my humor and I can’t understand what she is saying half the time. Even the sex was disappointing. Now, I have two days to fill with my new “friend” before she returns home. Wish me luck!

We had dinner beachside at Mango’s. This random young woman I watched from my perch reminded me of what I had been hoping for. Thanks for noting Date in Asia!
Some roads wind up leading nowhere. But until you explore them, you never know.

In a rather bizarre turn of events, the schoolteacher I’ve been chatting with got pissed because I didn’t promptly respond to her messages last night. I had told her I was going to be busy this weekend, but I guess I’m supposed to be at her beck and call 24/7. Glad she showed me this side of who she is before I wasted more time.

Looks like I’m on a roll. There’s a word we say here in the Philippines when you encounter this kind of situation. “Next!”

It’s been as hot as I can remember these past few days. I came across a picture that illustrates why:

Well, it will be rainy season soon enough. Then I’ll have something else to complain about.

Anyway, wish me luck getting through the next couple of days. Another example of “there are worse things than being alone.”

There comes a time

Comes a time
when you're driftin'
Comes a time
when you settle down
Comes a light
feelin's liftin'
Lift that baby
right up off the ground.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

A time for what, I’m not so sure about. But does it even matter? I’m enjoying the ride as best I can and I reckon that’s good enough for as long as this ride of life might last.

I never sausage a hike like we had yesterday up in the mountains of Cawag, a remote barangay of Subic. Hiked up there once before a year or so ago but this time our group had a sausage cookout after the hike. And a refreshing swim mid-hike. I’d call that a good start to the day. Pictures to follow later in this post.

I skipped out on darts last night and had some beers at BarCelona instead.

Where I watched the full moon rising up over the Kalaklan ridge.

Kira, my favorite BarCelona waitress, was looking particularly stunning last night. Alas, nothing has changed her mind regarding her lack of interest in me since my last visit. I was a little surprised though when she brought over another waitress and introduced her by saying, “she needs a boyfriend”. Alright then. Nice to meet you too, Samantha.

I did get a chance to chat a bit with Sam. She is 30 years old, widowed for three, with two kids. She started working at BarCelona a couple of weeks ago. Said it was her first time waitressing but she needed the money to support her kids. She is cute enough but I didn’t feel a strong physical attraction right away. Maybe that’s a good thing. What’s inside is much more important anyway. Still, I was ambivalent towards her until she approached me later and invited me to go on a hike with her near where she lives in Subic. Now, that’s showing initiative! So, we are connected on messenger now and I’m looking forward to arranging a date with her soon

My weekend date hasn’t arrived from Angeles yet, but I’m hoping we’ll hit it off. I’m actually looking forward to bringing her to the Hash for her first appearance in 20 years or so. Welcome back, Sweet Hash Hole!

The other gal I’m regularly chatting with these days is the school teacher from Olongapo. I’m not sure what, if anything, we may have in common but I suppose I’ll try and find out. We have tentative plans for meeting up next weekend.

Whew! Not bad for an old fucker, eh?

That’s me at 21 trying to calculate all the women I would spend quality time with over the course of a lifetime. Four marriages and fifteen loves. So far!

Speaking of the Hash, I came across this Venn diagram that does a good job explaining what we are all about:

Yep, that’s the sweet spot!

Alrighty then, to those photos from yesterday’s hike/cookout:

A goodly long ride out to Cawag, home to the defunct, but recently purchased Hanjin shipyard. Our trails were there and back again type. The green, longer and steeper and 10K, the pink a more moderate 7K hike.
Getting loaded. We had a much bigger than expected turnout. Several folks drove their own vehicles to provide additional capacity.
En route.
Heading out and up.
Shyrel hands out school supplies for the kiddies.
Max on the “easy” trail.
Ed on the high trail.
Getting there is half the fun. Or all of it, depending on your outlook.
A view.
Enjoying the view. Oh yeah, I forgot to bring my trekking stick (Let’s Go, Brandon!) so had to improvise. The bamboo worked well enough to get me through the day.
We came, we saw, we took photos!
Martin in the mud.
The water hole.
Crossing the water hole.
A mid-hike swim in the water hole was a nice change of pace.
Mountain views.
A waterfall.
Onward they march!
I had the biggest tits there!
Headed back to camp.
Time to chill out.
Brats on the grill.
The neighborhood kids were intrigued by the foreigner invasion. We placated them with cookies and candy.
Hanging out at the campsite.
Heading out after a good day in the countryside.

Sometimes when you are living in the best of times you need to not take all the good for granted. I’m a lucky man!

Yeah, he’s a leftist cunt. I like the music, not the man.

Pair a dice

I guess I’m on a roll. But anyway, I’m more accepting lately of the way things are and I’m willing to just make the best of what may well prove to be a loveless life. Looking at things from a more positive perspective it might just be that I’m in for a lot of fun to come. Maybe starting tomorrow when Thalia comes to visit from Angeles. A few days ago I had mixed feelings about hooking up with a virtual stranger, now I am all “bring it on, and let’s see what happens.” Since I have no real expectations it’s gonna be damned hard to disappoint me, right?

I posted this a couple of days ago here and also on Facebook.

Most of the commenters there gave a one-word response and the majority said “freedom”. My friend Jeremy (yeah, the guy who was recently released after serving six years in a Korean prison) had this to say:

I'd call it too much time on your hands to think about the wrong kind of stupid ass philosophical questions that are causing you to feel sorry for yourself and force you into a state of self-induced misery.

When you hang out with twenty-year old women, you can't expect true intimate companionship. You can buy it, and the more money that you have, the more they'll pretend that they love you. A woman's age and a man's wealth are inversely proportional and conducive to the happiness of the other.

If you call it freedom, you'll feel liberated. If you call it loneliness, you'll feel depressed. That's how the mind works. You have to send positive thoughts into your mind so that you can have positive emotions. In doing so, others will sense those positive vibes. However, the reverse is also true.

It's also important to have a good group of friends. If youre always talking about the good ole days and times gone by, then all that'll do is cause you to feel depressed because nostalgia is a motherfucker. It's not your friend. It always paints the prettiest picture of even the shittiest situations because the mind doesnt like negativity. The body doesnt like it, either. It doesnt perform its functions as well when it's in a negative state - mental, physical, spiritual, or emotional.

If you want companionship, John, then you need to find somebody your own age. If you want somebody to fuck, then youre going to have to pay for it, especially in the Philippines. Of course, you could always try the traditional courting methods of the Filipinos to see if they started showing interest or the family would accept the relationship.

With love ❤

That bitch-slap had a familiar ring to it, as commenters here have told me the same thing more than once. Some have even given up, considering me a lost cause. Well, as long as I am breathing there is still hope I’ll wise up I suppose. And as I said above, I really am trying to embrace a new “I don’t give a shit, let’s see what happens” attitude. And two of the women in my dating queue are also in their 40s, so we’ll see if I can erect something of substance with one of them.

Oh, and Jeremy also provided this link to courtship customs in the Philippines. Maybe this old dog needs new tricks!

Otherwise, it is just more of the same around here. I did one of my standard street walks yesterday. Nothing really special, but you can Relive it if you choose.

https://www.relive.cc/view/vrqDA4mBMLv

Highlights on the walk did include my favorite view from my street here in Alta Vista:

Paradise indeed!

I also ran into “mama” taking a nap in front of a closed business:

A big smile and an “I love you, papa”. Does it get any better than that?

And near the end of my hike I popped into Sit-n-Bull for a quick lunch:

Hard to go wrong with the French dip.

Last night I watched the sun go down from my perch at Cheap Charlies:

Am I lucky or what?

And my company was bought and paid for with the price of a couple of lady drinks.

No need to be lonely in this town. Embrace the meaninglessness!

So yeah, I’m going to be just fine. Can’t wait to find out what happens next.

Let there be light

Or more importantly, let there be fans!

A power outage at oh-dark-thirty. I woke up a sweaty mess with no way to escape the heat. Best I could do was open the patio door and catch what breeze I could by laying on the couch. Power was finally restored at 0300 but by then any hope for a sound sleep was dashed. Oh well, that’s the way it goes sometimes.

I was also pretty much powerless earlier in the afternoon, contributing my fair share to an embarrassing 10-3 loss in dart league. Yeah, we were playing the first-place team but we’re in second and thought we might have a chance to move up. Nope, not this time.

After darts, I walked down the beach to McCoy’s and did some more beer drinking. Ran into a female Hasher I know there and she asked when I was going to take her home with me. Hmm. Not tonight, I told her. I was more in the mood to drink than I was to fuck, which tells you all you need to know about my state of mind. Later on, I did meet up with another gal I’m friends with. We sang some songs together at videoke and she professed to have had a good time. See, I may be lonely, but I’m not alone. Trying to get better at embracing the positives in my life.

Speaking of which, I always try to check that I haven’t used a post title previously. When doing so, sometimes I look at an old post to see what I was up to back in the day. I saw this one today from June 2005 and I was thinking “damn, not much has changed.” Still, got to re-read an Easter meditation from Kevin Kim that was one of the triggers that made me a devoted reader of his blog for all these years. And even if I haven’t “put it down” all that successfully, my life has been an interesting journey since that time. I really do believe I’m going to get back in the flow of things here soon. It may not always be the life I wanted, but it’s the life I’ve got and I ought to be glad to have it.

That’s as good a lead-in for yesterday’s Wednesday Walkers group gathering as any I suppose. We took a Jeepney into Olongapo, climbed up to the ridgeline, took some seldom used paths, and made a fine morning of it. Pictures tell the story better than I can, so here you go:

Up, over, across, and down again.
Our group.
Let the climbing begin.
On up.
And up some more.
Almost to the top.
At least she has a roof over her head. Such as it is.
Cookie time!
Catching our breath up top.
Hiking the ridgeline…
Olongapo City on one side…
And a bay view on the other.
Taking in the view.
Crossing the hillside diagonally was tougher than I expected.
Always felt out of kilter somehow.
But we finally made it to the Great Wall of Barretto!
Jim standing tall on the wall.
Time to head back down to our little town.
It was a steep motherfucker.
There’s your Easter mountain shot…
Standing around on the way down.
It was thirsty work on a hot day.
Kids climbing trees. I’m impressed.
Jim petting a carabao. I don’t know, it looks pretty horny to me.
Almost to the bottom…
The climb down was pretty tiring.

And that was my Wednesday. I’ve had worse. I’ll have better.

Magnetism

Although in my case, it seems to repel rather than attract. It appears my efforts to entice “Jenny” into getting to know me better have been fruitless. Well, if she ain’t interested there’s nothing I can do except keep moving on. Disappointing though, she was someone I would have enjoyed spending time with.

Why do memes always seem to have such bad punctuation? But the point still comes through. If you don’t want me, go away. I’m not going to chase you.

I’m not sure what happens next. The gal I invited to the Hash didn’t show and hasn’t responded to my messages, so fuck her. Er, I guess I won’t be fucking her, but you know what I mean. Last night I was teasing the gal at Alley Cats I was jonesing for last summer, but it seems clear that I am just a customer to her. That’s fine. Then there is a school teacher from Olongapo I got introduced to last week. She’s been chatting me up some on messenger, but I’m just not feeling any real attraction from my end. I guess the biggest potential thing on the horizon is this gal I “met” on the Date in Asia site. She lives in Angeles (works in a call center, not a bar). In her early 40s with two grown kids. The most interesting thing about her so far is that 20 years ago or so she used to Hash here in Subic. Her Hash name is Sweet Hash Hole. Anyway, she wants to come back for a Hash and may do so this weekend. Of course, she plans on staying with me. I’m not totally comfortable with that since we’ve never met in person, but damn, I’ve been on such a losing streak lately I didn’t want to say no. I’m thinking if we don’t click I’ll just rent her a hotel room for the weekend.

She sounds just like Whitney Houston. Oh, wait.

We’ll see what happens.

I may not be winning in the game of love, but my darts are flying okay. At least they did last night.

Filling in the hours, however comfortably and well.

Speaking of magnets, I received some in the mail from my friend, Maria, who created the designs from photos she found on the blog. Yep, she’s a regular reader here and comments as BW.

Nicely done, aren’t they?
This one of the boys is my favorite.

And then there is this haunting photo underscoring the pain and loss that comes with a failed relationship:

Ouch. Yep, that’s me and the ex. Damn, I miss her.

Good job, Maria. Thank you again.

Good hard hike this morning, now it’s time to get ready for dart league. See you back here tomorrow!

Hareless Hash

Well, technically we had Hares, just not the one who was scheduled to be here. Slimey Limey (aka Wild Wolf) is probably one of the best-known Hashers in the PI, if not all of Asia. He was doing a Hash in Angeles on Sunday and then coming here to do our trail yesterday. Apparently, the Bureau of Immigration had other ideas. The Corona Hash circle was raided and Slimey was taken away in handcuffs. I don’t envy him, I heard the lockup where they keep immigration violators is a real hellhole. God only knows how long they will hold him there before actually processing his deportation. And no, I don’t have the details about how he ran afoul of the law. He had talked about losing a court case in a property dispute and that deportation proceedings were taking place a year or so ago, but it seems the resolution was not in his favor. Really a shame because he’s a great guy. I wish him good luck in a future that will not include his beloved Philippines.

When the news reached Barretto, two of our Hashers (Demolition Derby and Blow My Pipe) stepped up and went out Monday morning to lay a trail. Given the circumstances, they did a great job. A lot of the turf has been frequently Hashed, but they did manage to add a couple of twists and turns that were unusual. Well done, gents.

The improvised trail. The white lines are the modifications unilaterally imposed by us sane Hashers (basically eliminating a down and up and taking a less steep path down near the end).
Gathering up at the VFW.
And we are On-On!
The back alleys of Barretto.
Marching through the ‘hood.
Beginning the first climb of the day.
The climb was somewhat tiring…
I’ve hiked this path before so I guess that makes it a retread.
A hole-in-the-wall kind of place.
A respite up top.
Greetings, Hashers!
What goes up must come down.
And so we did.
Look out below!
And we all came down.
Watch your step!
We had a lot of visiting Hashers this week. That sweet young thing in front of me is from Puerto Galera.
We came. We saw. We Hashed.
Marching across this rice paddy was one of the unusual twists on our trail. There’s only a couple of months out the year you can cross here with dry feet.
A moment of solitude.
No rice is nice!
Back On-Home at Da’Kudos
Circle Up!
Gash on ice.
And the sun goes down on another Hash Monday.

I had invited a lady friend to join us at the Hash but she was a no-show. When the Hash ended, I walked up the beach to McCoy’s and got drunk(er) alone. Even sang “Crazy” by Patsy Cline on the videoke machine. Yeah, that’s how bad off I was. I really need to get my shit together and not let these Filipinas continue to disappoint me. Hey, it’s their loss, right?

Sunday no Funday

Yep, one of those kind of days. Things got off to a crappy start around 1 a.m. when I woke up with a toothache. Well, not exactly a toothache–the pain seemed to be emanating from the hole left behind when I had a tooth pulled a couple of years ago. Got up and took some aspirin and was eventually able to fall back to sleep.

Then, a little after 3 a.m. I was again awakened; this time by my window blinds tapping against the glass. It seems my fan was positioned in such a way that the wind it generated was hitting the blinds and creating enough noise to be irksome.

The culprit fan.

So, to eliminate the noise I sleepily reached out intending to turn the fan away from the window. It didn’t end well.

Somehow, my pinky finger went through the fan cover screen and whacked my intruding appendage. Hurt a lot worse than it looks. Bled a lot too.

Needless to say, there was no more sleep for me that night. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but I felt like shit all day yesterday. After doing my dog walk, I didn’t have the energy to do my regular walk. I decided I’d walk in the afternoon instead, so I took a nap. The afternoon came and went and all I accomplished was another nap. I had promised a friend I’d take her to see the Central Park Reef hotel rooftop restaurant/pool area. I maybe should have canceled but didn’t want to disappoint her. She also needed some gas money (yeah, gasoline prices have gone through the roof here too) so I felt obligated to show up.

I got there a little early so snapped a couple of photos.

Another beautiful afternoon on the bay.
I even managed to catch a glimpse of Easter mountain off in the distance.

My guest arrived and was very delighted with the views from the rooftop. We had some beers and I ordered a couple of appetizers. She had forewarned me that because she has work early in the morning she wouldn’t be spending the night with me. That was fine with me, I wasn’t in the mood for sex anyway. See? I told you I wasn’t feeling well! And actually, I’d like to stay focused on getting Jenny to give me a try. My friend last night is not a long-term option.

And then the band started playing. Maybe because it was Sunday it wasn’t that loud ass out-of-tune rock music, instead, they played a set of folk songs. Even more surprisingly, they played well and the vocal harmonies were outstanding. I rarely enjoy live performances by amateur groups, but these guys were quite pleasant. After their first set, they left the stage and came around to the individual tables to play. When they got to ours I told them they reminded me of Peter, Paul, and Mary (even though they were all guys). Without further prompting they broke into Puff the Magic Dragon, and did a nice job with it.

Enjoyed it, guys!

I was fading fast so I said it was time to go. My guest insisted on driving me home. As we were leaving, “Jenny” came walking in with some guy. That was weird on many levels. I think she was just as surprised as I was. Anyway, we chatted later and it’s all cool. I hope.

A good night’s sleep and I am feeling 82% better this morning. That’s a good thing because it is Hash Monday. Hope I’m up for it.

As seen on my morning dog walk. It looks like it is going to be a fine day.
I treated myself to breakfast at Sit-n-Bull this morning. As usual, it was excellent. I was also pleasantly surprised when Jenny agreed to join me. Progress!

And that brings y’all up to date on my so-called life. Boring as it may be to read about, I’m not complaining. Much.

I have the freedom to be lonely!

Best of all possible worlds

Spent a very nice day yesterday at the lovely Sampaloc Cove. I went with my old Treasure Island friends and also invited “Jenny” along with us. This was my third visit to Sampaloc, but the first time I did the relatively easy hike up to some very nice waterfalls. We had a nice lunch on the beach, the girls all swam, and it was a relaxing chill-out afternoon.

The boat ride was longer than I remembered, about an hour and a half. Our destination is outside the bay around that point of land at the top left of this photo.
A sure-footed crew member.
Jenny’s perch.
Passing by Baloy Beach.
A rocky coastline.
Around that bend, we will be in the South China Sea and near our destination.
Our boat and all passengers have now safely anchored at Sampaloc Cove.
Looking up the beach…
...and down the beach.
Our nipa hut for the day. 1300 pesos ($26.) including the entry fee. The Aeta natives support themselves with revenue generated by tourist visits like ours. Glad to be of help.
The girls all wanted buko (coconut) juice when we arrived.
Grilling up some meat for lunch…
My pal Kat (Katrina), one of the waitresses I met at Treasure Island when I moved here almost four years ago.
And Jessa, another TI girl. We had a failed romance back in 2020, but have maintained a friendship since then. She is happily engaged now.
Jessa, Roann, and Mylene.
Kat posing on the beach.
Me posing on the beach…
A room in the trees. I guess some folks stay overnight here, but with no electricity and no internet, I’d probably not enjoy it.
This restroom was real pigsty…
Hiking out to the falls…
The lower falls.
The upper falls featured this nice swimming hole.
Lounging by the waterside.
Jenny in the water.
Jenny on the beach.
Our Aeta tour guide.
Loaded up for the trip back to Barretto.
On the water near the end of a pleasant day.
It was nice spending some quality time with this woman.
Homeward bound.

Perhaps I’m living in the best of all possible worlds after all.

Cause there's still a lotta drinks that I ain't drunk
And lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk, oh yeah
Lord there's still so many lonely girls 
In this best of all possible worlds

After the falls

Another early morning post here because I’ve got big plans for the day–I’ve hired a boat to take me and a group of friends out to Sempoloc cove, a secluded area accessible only by water outside the bay. More on that tomorrow.

Yesterday’s big event was a hike out to Balon Falls, on the far side of Subic town. Hadn’t been out that way for well over a year, so it felt almost new again. Let’s tell the story through pictures, shall we?

The falls, around the mountain, and through an Aeta (native people) village.
We used the Hashmobile as our mode of transport. Uncomfortable, but convenient.
Let’s roll!
Only in the Philippines…we had to detour around the rice dryer (aka paved road) to reach our destination.
Parked, off-loaded, and ready to hit the trail!
The first of several water crossings. Yep, more wet feet. You could technically dance across on rocks, but one misstep, and you are soaked. Why risk it?
Let’s march single file!
Jesus, look at that belly. Me loves the beer a bit too much these days.
On the rocks.
Um, yeah. Those are these famous Balon Falls behind Shyrel.
It’s dry season, so not much water to “fall” down the rocks.
We came, we saw, we marched on!
I guess I’m not woke enough to know what they mean by a “diversified farm”, but at least we were welcome.
He wasn’t real friendly.
Some farm folk.
Another water crossing.
Much better to walk around than over this hilltop.
Taking in the view.
Some of the locals we encountered. Shyrel is handing out school supplies to the kids.
Another remote farmhouse.
A group shot.
Cookie time!
Yeah, way out there in the back Easter mountain is hiding in the haze.
More water to maneuver over.
Keep on walkin’!
“Jenny” in the jungle.
Jenny in the woods.
Jenny on the road. Yes, I’m growing rather fond of her.
Village life.
A gathering of like-minded individuals.
Road work.
Walking the carabao.
This guy popped out of the woods carrying two just-harvested papayas. The girls promptly purchased them from him, making all involved happy..
Laundry day.
I hadn’t been here in over a year, but I apparently made some kind of impression. Good or bad I can’t tell from this rendering.
Headed back to the truck.
Loaded up and heading back to Barretto.

That was the best part of the day. I felt like shit later in the afternoon but went to darts anyway. Played like shit, got eliminated, came home, and went to bed at 8:00 p.m.!

Better this morning, up at 3:30 and preparing for my big day on the ocean.

Brownies and blueberry muffins baked and ready to go. Also bringing sausages to grill up for lunch.

Looking forward to a nice change of pace. See y’all here tomorrow!

It’s electric!

I’ve got the power. At least until 0800 when a scheduled shutdown of the electricity in this neck of the woods kicks off. Supposed to last until 4 p.m. so I reckon I’d best get this post done while I can. Oh, and when I don’t have power I don’t have water. Unlike my previous residence, my water here is pumped up from a storage tank in the basement. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get a shower in sometime after this morning’s hike and before darts this evening. Isn’t my life a thrill a minute?

Here’s a quick recap of my yesterday.

I baked up a batch of banana walnut muffins for breakfast. I shared some with “Jenny” and she was impressed that I could bake. I didn’t want to disappoint her by admitting Betty Crocker gave me an assist.
Speaking of Jenny, here she is waiting for me to arrive on the highway so we could commence with our hike together.
But first, we popped into 7/11 so she could have her morning coffee as we hiked.
Flowers on the trail. Oh, in case you are wondering, Jenny is 4’11” tall.
This little piggie went to market… Well, not so little.
Was surprised to see this newly constructed barbershop smack dab in the middle of nowhere.
On the backside of our hike.
Jenny talked some about joining the annual Hash climb of Easter mountain.
Heading to my house for a burrito lunch.
One of my standard walks, just done in reverse. Also, that time is about 30 minutes long–I forgot to turn off the tracker when I got home.

Relive the hike here if you want.

https://www.relive.cc/view/vXOdYZoQLk6

Jenny will be joining this morning’s group hike as well. Looking forward to that.

The other “big” happening in my day was the “introduction” to Ruchilyn, a school teacher looking for a boyfriend. Suffice to say, she is still looking. We had a nice dinner (pork chops and roast chicken) but not much chemistry. She seems nice enough and we are Facebook friends now, but I don’t expect it will go any further than that.

Home early and in bed by 9 p.m. again. What a life!