Jabbed in the back

Tuesday is gone and I’m still here. I’ll call that a win!

After grocery shopping, I had the driver drop me at Dr. Jo’s clinic. It was time for my second round of treatment for the sciatica nerve repair in my back. This involves drawing some blood, harvesting the stem cells, and then injecting those cells into my back to facilitate healing. I lost count of the painful jabs involved, but I believe it was around fifteen or so. Then I got a shot of testosterone in my ass for good measure.

Always follow doctor’s orders!

She also referred me for blood work to see how things are faring inside my tired old body. I’m going to try to do that tomorrow.

It’s always my fault!

Home from the doctor for a nap and blogging. Then I saw a Facebook post on one of the Barretto forums from a guy who has been in country for a couple of months and has experienced multiple problems, including a motorbike accident and some financial issues. His post was about settling down in Barretto and the place he had found to rent on Baloy Beach. I sent him a sympathy and welcome message and invited him out to the floating bar to join me for a beer. He messaged back and said he didn’t have a beer budget, so I offered to buy him a couple. He didn’t respond right away, and I wondered if I’d creeped him out and gave off an unintended gay vibe with my invite.

Swan finished her tutoring gig at four; then, we made our way out to Baloy for some afternoon fun on the floating bar.

Waiting for our chariot to arrive.
The sun is still high in the sky.
And the beach is mostly empty.
A pretty good crowd for a Tuesday
A bay view shows Kalaklan’s rise from the water to the sky.
Me and my girl…
And so it begins.
Going…
…going…
…gone.
Early leavers
Our turn to depart
Riding the raft
See you next time!

Swan and I weren’t done yet. We stopped into DaKudo’s for some dinner, sat at the bar, and were served by my old friend Jessa. And then I got a message from that guy I don’t know telling me he was on his way to the floating bar. I responded that we’d already left and were now at DaKudos. I thought that was the end of it, but he messaged, “See you there.” Alrighty then.

So, he arrives in a trike escorted by a young Filipino, who I assume is his helper. He didn’t have change for the trike, so I provided some. He didn’t order a beer; he ordered a Coke instead—his choice. We chatted a bit, and I learned he was not yet living on Baloy–the rental he mentioned on Facebook doesn’t begin for a couple of weeks. He told me of some of the places he visited and mentioned his accident and the medical issues that resulted. He was born and raised in Michigan, and I asked him if he liked Kid Rock. He said he didn’t, and my sense was he didn’t like Kid Rock’s political (right-wing) viewpoints. Then I asked him if he hoped to meet a woman here, and he told me, “Actually, I’m looking for a guy.” Ah, that explains his disappointment when he saw me with Swan. He DID think my invite was for something I hadn’t intended to convey. Sorry about that! I’ve actually never met a gay foreigner here looking for a relationship. He finished his Coke and left with his young man.

Swan had her carbonara, which she didn’t like. I enjoyed my chef’s salad. I bought Jessa another lady drink, and then we headed home. A strange but nice night out.

Today’s Quora Q and A:

Q: What has motivated your interest in China and how does your interest in China relate to human resource management?

I think I got this question because there are a lot of Chinese propaganda accounts on Quora. I consistently downvote their bullshit posts. I guess someone wanted to know why. So I told them.

A: It doesn’t. China is an evil empire that will likely cause the outbreak of another World War. My interest is in seeing them stopped before that happens.

Ready to lighten things up? Here you go:

Those breasts are super, man!
I should probably cut it off here, but one more!
What a gas!

Okay, another grueling hike this morning I’ll tell and show you about tomorrow. Peace out!

Ass kicker

I am what I am, and that’s all that I am, but it would take a lot more than spinach to make me a Popeye. I fear my destiny will be a Wimpy one.

My girl is cuter than Olive Oyl, at least.

Yesterday’s Hash kicked my ass. Leech My Nuggets was the Hare, and he is famous for tough but well-marked trails. Run #1586 was no exception. We began on the far side of Subic town and journeyed back through the hills to the On-Home at Smokes and Bottles. The first climb left me breathless, and I had an internal debate about giving up, but retreat wasn’t an appealing option either. So onward I plodded. My relief at achieving the summit was short-lived because the getting down was also long and surprisingly difficult. On the other hand, I’m 68 years old and still getting out and about, so I won’t overly shame my effort. The day may come when I’m only a flat-earther, but that day has not arrived yet.

Prior to departing home for the Hash, I partook in a fine lunch crafted by Swan’s loving hands.

The high life

Then it was time to get to work.

Gathering at the trail head
Final instructions from the Hare
And we are On-On!
Our journey began in the backstreets of Subic town
We are not in Madison County anymore. (Does anyone get that archaic reference?)
The water we crossed.
A narrow passageway
Let the suffering begin! Those steps were tortuous, largely because they were unevenly spaced and of inconsistent height, making it hard to find any rhythm.
Strangely enough, at the top of the stairs, we passed a Hasher’s house–Missionary Grinder (that’s her holding her child). She hadn’t been to the Hash for several months. I guess seeing us inspired her because she caught up with us further up the trail, and we walked the rest of the way to the On-Home together.
A brief respite…
And then the climbing resumed.
Pubic Head ran into an old pal on the way up. They first met on this hill back in 2008.
Onward, we trod. This slight downhill proved to be a sucker punch, teasing us into thinking the climbing was done. It wasn’t.
Some rest for the weary.
A view from on high
And another
It looks like I wasn’t the only one who took an ass-whuppin’. I rarely sit down when I’m tired–too hard to get back up. I’ll pause to catch my breath some, then move on before I get stiff.
Finally, we begin the long trek down.
No idea who took this pic.
Something sweet for the kids, mama.
Back on flat ground once again
A field to cross
Let’s finish this!
On the highway…
And On-Home
It should come as no surprise that our group was the last to arrive.
I welcomed Missionary Grinder back with some cookies for her kids.

And so ended a challenging Hash. Glad I lived to tell about it.

In other news, I got asked a question on Quora today about becoming a certified human resources professional (I are one). I’ve not been very active on Quora lately, but I did look through some of my previous answers there. And just for you, my faithful few readers, I’ve decided to start a new daily feature here at LTG–a Q&A from the past. C’mon, admit it, you’re getting bored with hiking pictures, right? Well, I’m still doing those; this is something extra, lagniappe, as we used to say in Louisiana. Here’s today’s:

Q: I’m 1 inch tall and I’m in the palm of your hand. You can do whatever you want with me, with no limits. What would you do with me?

A: I’d have you dance on my hand, then give you a round of applause…

For some reason, that didn’t earn me any upvotes. Oh well, ask a stupid question; that’s what you get.

Hmm, pineapple on pizza flavored Pringles. Why didn’t I think of that?
An honor well earned, Mr. Pretend President.
Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself.
I’ve lost my phone number. Can I have yours?

Had enough of this nonsense for one day? Me, too. Besides, it’s almost time for me to do my Tuesday gig at the Kokomo floating bar. See you here tomorrow!

Goodness and light

The blessings of another day are upon me. Notwithstanding the seeming sameness of it all, I’m still enjoying the ride. Yesterday featured a Sunday sweetness stroll with Swan dispensing candies and bringing smiles to the faces of the children we encountered during the walk. In the afternoon, I fed the girls at Hideaway, then headed out to the Arizona Resort floating bar, and Swan joined me there. Back home and “Shameless,” then a good night’s sleep. Here’s how things looked along the way:

Heading out for our stroll together
I posted a picture a few days ago of some flames right outside the neighborhood. This is the result.
The first delivery of goodness
Passing through a mango grove
Marian Hills
A couple of my regulars
The path ahead
Swan ahead on the path. I had to pee, and she didn’t wait.
“Who’s next?”
I did an Easter Mountain shot.
And so did Swan–while I was taking a piss.
Down in the valley, the valley so low…
A quiet Naugsol street
On Sawmill Road. Yeah, I had to pee yet again. Not sure what’s up with that.
I think they were just getting home from church. Sweets for the sweet!
A friendly lad
Word spread and the candy girl was surrounded.
Hung out to dry
Come and get it!
Swan and that mountain again. She told me she’d like to try to climb it with me soon.
Bringing joy to the streets of San Isidro
Crossing Bridge #3
A river runs through it
This happens a lot–Swan approaches two youngin’s…
…and suddenly six more appear out of nowhere.
Delivery to your door!
Enjoy, kiddies
Candy? Did someone say candy?
The last stop on our hike was for the family living under the river bridge on the highway.
Sad.
Almost 7K and a shitload of candy. We’ll make this a weekly event.

There was some leakage from a hose on my bedroom toilet. I sent my helper to the hardware store for a replacement.

And had her install it. Good job, Teri! Having a caregiver taking care of me and the house is a blessing.

Later, I was off to Hideaway. Joy is playing on the pool league team now, and they won yesterday. Only five gals working yesterday, which is concerning. It makes it cheaper to feed them, at least. Joy has been promoted and begins working behind the bar instead of as a waitress. The pay is much higher–six bucks a shift versus four. Yeah, you read that right. That way all over town, which is why I don’t mind throwing a lady drink commission their way now and again.

And the girls always appreciate their once-a-week meal from Jewel Cafe.

Hideaway is next door to the Arizona Resort, and I take the back alley to the beach.

Another busy Sunday afternoon on the beach
Riding the raft to the floater
The beach I left behind
Banka boat parking lot
Going out in a blaze of glory
Bye for now
Posers
Reality
And so ends another day.

It’s Hash Monday, so that’s next up for me. I’ve been feeling weaker than usual, and I hope I don’t bite off more than I can chew today. Only one way to find out. Stay tuned.

Today’s Facebook memory:

Six years ago, nearing the end of my time in Korea, I hung out in a bar in Anjeong-ri without a clue that the bartender liked me. She wound up moving to Germany about the same time I came to the Philippines.
I thought this was funny, and I had the balls to post it. I hope that doesn’t make me a big dick.
Just put your best foot forward.

Alright, back tomorrow. Hopefully.

I can’t say this group is the best ever, but Abbott and Costello always played them first.

Dating in Seoul

I was feeling lazy yesterday morning, and I blame that on Friday’s overexertion. I overcame the urge to say fuck it and skip my daily hike and instead confined myself to the neighborhood for a relatively leisurely 5K stroll.

Looking up at The Rite Spot from the street below.
Passed by my former residence on Shenandoah Bend.
My first house in Alta Vista where I resided from 2018-2021.
And finally home sweet home again.
I managed to cover most of the subdivision on my walkabout.

I was feeling hungry when I arrived back home, and Swan happily prepared some lunch for me.

Should have spun the plate around and gotten a better shot of the burger. It was quite tasty.

I had a dinner date scheduled with Tom and his gal Kate later in the afternoon. I had invited them up to enjoy The Rite Spot On the Roof after our meal. So, I did some final preparations in anticipation of their arrival last evening.

Installed my new signage
And a solar panel to light the stairs
Ready to party!

Tom is retired from the CIA and still does security consulting in the Philippines and other parts of Asia. We hold similar viewpoints on the disaster our elites are imposing on the USA, and he has lots of stories to tell about the things he’s seen and done (nothing classified, of course). And we’ll leave it at that to protect his privacy. When he arrived to pick us up for our dinner on SBMA, he informed me that he had been contacted by one of his clients and had scheduled a meeting with him after our dinner. So, the Rite Spot will have to wait for another day.

Seoul is my favorite Korean restaurant. I’d never been on a Saturday night and was shocked to see the place was packed. Luckily, we only had to wait a few minutes for a table.
Tom and Kate
Swan and Kate
Me and Swan
Samgyeopsal on the grill. I prefer the thick cut, but I deferred to my dinner companions preferences.
Our other main course was bulgogi stew, the best I’ve found in the area. I miss those shoestring mushrooms that were prevalent in Korea, but other than that, it was close to perfect.
And, of course, we splurged on side dishes.
The happy double date diners.

All that food plus three beers came to a whopping 2100 pesos (40 bucks). Only in the Philippines!

After dinner, Tom dropped Kate and us off at Wet Spot while he went on to take care of business. Looking forward to having them up on the roof one day soon.

We went home and watched “Shameless” until I fell asleep on the couch, went to bed, and woke up to another day in paradise. And the wheel in the sky keeps on turning.

We didn’t need Spock to know that. Just listen to her talk.
I hope he has at least one night stand.

My immediate future includes the Sunday feeding at Hideaway and a sunset on the Arizona floating bar. Back tomorrow with a full report.

Today’s song is something a bit different. A friend sent me this video of a singer who goes by Skuzz Twittly. I’d never heard of him before, but I found the song hilarious. Yeah, it’s “Cuntry” music, but it lasts less than three minutes and is worth the time. Give it a listen:

A long slog

The Friday group ventured out to Philseco on the far side of Subic and walked the back way to Castillejos. We hadn’t made this trip since April last year, so it all felt pretty fresh. And then we took a different route up into the hills and came down quite a bit further out of town than usual. That long walk back to Castillejos after a climb was an ass-kicker for me. We finished at almost 10K, which is tough for me even on flat ground.

Walk this way!
Out of the Jeepney and into the fire
Let’s do this!
Strolling on Philseco road
Heading for the hills.
Roadside food vendors
Leaving the pavement behind
Scott on the rocks
Now what? This road was under construction last year, and little progress has been made since then. Hey, it’s the Philippines.
We used to take a trail from here down through the valley.
But this time, we decided to follow the new road and see where it leads.
No valley? Um…
It wasn’t steep, but it was a LONG climb up the road.
The view from here
Cows in need of a pasture.
Jim’s an old farm boy from South Dakota who wasn’t taking any bull…
We asked these folks about a way down, and they said to keep going to the top of the road.
What? We have to climb more?
The way behind
The way ahead
Some nice rock work to reinforce the embankment.
I’m coming, I’m coming!
Summit achieved and the trail down was on the other side of this drainage canal. The rest of group jumped it. Scott and i chose prudence over potential disaster.
Heading down
The group ahead of me and Scott kept taking rest breaks for some reason.
Slow and easy. That’s how I avoid rolling.
A view from the journey back down.
Even on the pavement there was beauty to be found.
Still going down
I like this better than dodging traffic
Keep on keeping on.
Almost down
A short rest at the bottom.
And then a long-ass street walk commenced.
It was hot and I was tired
A message from God to keep going
Our normal route would have taken us on the edge of this valley and cut a few kilometers off our hike.
On and on we plodded.
When we came upon these trikes, I was all-in for riding the 2K left to go to the highway. I was outvoted.
Where does that Mango?
Almost to the highway.
Arriving at Mad Willie’s, our lunchtime destination.
Ah, that hit the spot!

After lunch (the chicken wings were good), I caught an aircon bus back to Barretto. I took a much-needed nap, blogged, and then got ready for my Friday night at the SOB dance competition. Swan joined me there. When the show was done, we headed home and engaged in our “Shameless” ritual before hitting the hay.

It was a pretty good day, by my standards.

And so ended another day in the life. Tonight, I’ll be going on a double dinner date on SBMA. So, you can look forward to something a little different in tomorrow’s post.

This is one of “my” old jokes. It’s always weird to find one in animated form.
That’s a fair question.
I want to be cremated, so I won’t need one at all.
This Moody Blues classic came up on my Spotify playlist during my morning walk. It had been quite some time since I’d heard it, so I wanted to share it with my readers here. I was a big fan back in the day. The Moody Blues was the second LP I purchased as a teen (the first was a Doors album). When you are making $1.35 an hour at the car wash, a record purchase is a big deal.

A sweet walk homeward

Be it ever so humble…

Yesterday was another milestone on my journey to find domestic bliss. It looked like this:

Swan joined me for a morning candy walk on the streets of Barretto.
Down we go in search of kiddies to treat.
Here’s some
Not so many kids around as I expected. Apparently, school was not out like we thought.
We still found some scattered about the ‘hoods we walked through.
But a lot of empty spaces, too.
An Easter mountain glimpse from a different vantage point.
We did a 5K street walk then called it quits. Had some breakfast at Jewel Cafe, then headed home.
We felt lazy and took a trike home.

And when beer o’clock came around, something strange (for me) happened. I felt no desire to go hit the bars in town. Why should I when I had a beer in the fridge and a rooftop to enjoy them on?

The Rite Spot for evening views like this one.
The sun went down…
…and the flames went up.
Swan’s kitchen was open and she served me this delicious bowl of bulgogi.
On the other side of the roof, a full moon was rising.
Swan chatting with the neighbors. Alan next door said he reads my blog, so I’ll give him a shout-out here.
Swan chillin’ in her rocker with a glass of wine.
Enjoying the gathering darkness.

Later, I went back downstairs for another dose of “Shameless.” I woke up in the wee hours as usual and noticed the moon had completed its journey to the front side of my house.

Nice to see you again.

Anyway, I enjoyed my stay-at-home night, and I will make some room for more in the future. It was a very nice change of pace, that’s for sure.

A LONG hike today and I’m feeling a little wiped out, but I’m going to try and do the SOB. Or not. We’ll see. It’s good to have options!

We’ll see how that works out for me.
It looks great. Can I talk you out of it?

I’m going to do an unrelated song for today in honor of Melanie, who died yesterday. I wasn’t a big fan like I am with Ronstadt, but she was talented and lived a good life. RIP.

A good one

A good group hike with the Wednesday Walkers and a good dinner out with my sweetheart made for a good day.

The walk was especially nice because it was something we hadn’t done for quite some time. The reason for that is the logistics–we need transport out to Tibag for the start, and since it is a one-way hike, it has to be a drop-off. Last time we did this route, there were only two of us, so we had a trike take us for 200 pesos. We used my driver this time, and we all kicked in a hundred pesos each for the ride. So, we started out Tibag way and hoofed it through the foothills to Waltermart on the far side of Subic-town, then caught a Jeepney back to Barretto.

The big surprise for me was Swan came along for her first-ever group hike. And she brought my part-time helper, Inday, with her. When I asked her later why she decided to come, she told me it was because I hadn’t been feeling well the night before, and she wanted to be there to help if I needed it. Ain’t she sweet? And she asked Inday to come along because she wanted to make sure she knew someone there besides me. Whatever works. They both seemed to enjoy themselves.

From there to there
Let’s get started
The old dirt road
The day’s first cookie stop
I was impressed with the tree house lodging.
Off the road and onto the trail
Climbed up this hill only to learn we had taken the wrong path.
So, we retreated and reclimbed on the right path.
We must have been bananas
Another cookie delivery
Marching onward
A rustic nipa hut
The closest thing to a group shot, with Scott holding the camera
Several water crossings along the way required dancing on the rocks.
Some are more graceful than others.
I’m happy to report my feet stayed dry the whole way
Good times!
We had a couple of youngsters along this time and they made the hike look easy.
Just the way I like it.
Inday’s group selfie.
Me and the sweetie
I found this pretty irrigating.
Wide open spaces
A bald hill
The road into town
Crossing the Govic Highway
And arriving at Waltermart

Seven kilometers from beginning to end. Most of it was quite pleasant, and I look forward to passing this way again someday.

Swan had afternoon business in Subic, so while she did that, I paid a visit to Cheap Charlies.

My view from there. Yep, that’s her, the Kalaklan Ridge.

When Swan got back into town, I took her to dinner at Sit-n-Bull.

Swan had the pork in mushroom gravy special.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had fish and chips, so I went with that. It was good.

So, I’ve switched from feeding the Hideaway crew on Wednesdays to feeding my girl. It must be love.

We were back home by seven, and I enjoyed a couple of more “Shameless” episodes. My lifestyle seems to be transitioning to something more domestic, don’t you think? I had a much better night’s sleep (no oxygen issues) and woke up at my usual early hour of four a.m.

One perk that comes with early rising is saying goodbye to the setting full moon.
‘Tis the burning season again. As seen on the morning dog walk.
I can’t remember if I posted this one before.
He’s correct about that.

Okay, that’s all for now.

It’s funny, I’m a big fan of Linda Ronstadt. When I was thinking of a song for today’s post, in my head I was singing, “you’re so good, you’re so good, you’re so good. Baby, you’re so good.” Of course, the actual song is just the opposite of that sentiment. Ah well, it’s all good.

Not a lot

Tuesday is my nothin’ much day, and yesterday was no exception. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Cashin’ out at Royal was the morning accomplishment

And in keeping with my new Tuesday tradition, I ventured out to Baloy Beach late in the afternoon to spend some time on the Kokomo floating bar.

My objective is in view.
Will I be able to see the sun go down?
Reminiscing about yesterday’s hike on Kalaklan.
Now you see me…
…and now you don’t.
The Kokomo owner’s wife took the photo of a friend, Billy, with me and Swan.

Back ashore, we went to Treasure Island for dinner. The menu featured some new options:

Not sure what a “Begian” might be.
Wasn’t in the mood for these either.
The soft chicken tacos worked for me.
Swan had a chicken dish that was also quite tasty.

Triked home after dinner and did my “Shameless” thing on the couch until I fell asleep. Again. And then my night took a turn for the worse. I went to bed and awoke around midnight, not feeling quite right. I used my nebulizer, returned to bed, and still couldn’t sleep. I checked my blood oxygen and was shocked to see it was a dangerous 89. It has been months and months since I had that kind of low. So, I fired up my oxygen tank, breathed in some air, rechecked my reading, and it was up to a healthy 97. Back in bed and still sleepless, I got up to check once more, and I was now down to a 91. So, I took in more oxygen. I’m not sure what was up with that, although I have been hocking up phlegm, which may be the cause of my issues. Today, I’m back at 95, which is pretty much normal for me. Weird.

Via Facebook memories, I was provided a glimpse of my life six years ago in Korea.

It was below zero, but the call of duty to drink beer was not to be denied.

I got a compliment on my garlic bread. Here’s my secret recipe:

Sometimes, I bake it in the oven (well, brown it). When I’m in a hurry, I pop a slice or two in the toaster.

I always suspected there was a training class for bargirls. Now, I’ve found the evidence:

Don’t forget “I love you long time, baby”
And we all know what happened next!
I can relate.

Alright, it’s time to get on with my day. I had a great group hike with the Wednesday Walkers this morning, which I’ll share with you tomorrow. Until then, hasta la vista!

Rollin’ and rockin’

Yesterday’s Hash was all familiar territory thanks to having participated in a couple of the scouting expeditions last week. The route the Hares ultimately chose for the climb up Kalaklan Ridge is, I believe, the best one I’ve taken. As I’ve said before, there ain’t no easy way to the top, but this trail was fairly direct and not overly steep. A pleasant stroll on the ridgeline and a meandering downhill jaunt, then a street walk back to our On-Home venue. Just a tad over 5K when we finished.

The route we walked.
The Hashers gather at the start of the trail.
Getting uppity
The first cookie delivery of the day
Always on the up and up
Steppin’ up
Halfway there
The final push up
Ridgeline achieved!
Whatever You Want is feeling on top of the world…
…looking down on creation.
This goat herder doesn’t seem to think the view is that big a deal.
A ridgeline stroll
This must be one of Scott’s shots, but I appreciate how it captures what I love about a ridgeline trek–the bay on one side, Olongapo City on the other, with great views of each.
And now for that meandering up and down journey back to Barretto.
We briefly lost the trail here but eventually reconnected.
What’s a hike without a dicey bridge crossing?
Confidence is the key
Although a good sense of balance helps too.
We’re not out of the woods yet!
A fairly well-marked trail
On the rocks
The path wasn’t psycho.
Wash day and cookies for the kiddie.
The last of the down
Our first time having Red Bar as our On-Home host
A bit cramped, but not bad.
This week’s Hashshit recipient.

The Hash ended a little after six, but rather than join the group for the after-Hash at IDM, I took a trike home. Why go out when I have The Rite Spot On The Roof?

Swan and I were rockin’ it in our rocking chairs and enjoying the nighttime view.
And not a dragon in sight!

Speaking of my homebody ways, I grilled some steaks for lunch before the Hash.

It came out looking like this and tasted even better.

Over at Kevin Kim’s blog, The Big Hominid, he has a post confirming the worst about the fraud that took place during the scamdemic. The video is on Rumble because YouTube still censors talk that goes contrary to the preferred narrative. I wanted to share the video with my Facebook “friends” but couldn’t figure out how to upload from Rumble. So, instead I posted the link to Kevin’s blog post.

That’s how it looks on my Facebook post. We’ll see how long before I’m found in violation of FB “community standards.”

Okay, that’s all the substance I have for today. How about some fun stuff?

Just my luck.
Debbie must be a lucky girl!
That’s tit for tat, I suppose.
But I’ll give it a rest for now.

Back tomorrow!

Nowhere man

Reader/commenter Kevin Kim sent me this photo of the view from my roof I had somehow missed. There’s a little Smaug in the air…

I posted the dragon shot on Facebook for shits and giggles. Folks were impressed with the view, and some of my Filipina friends asked if it was real. I answered truthfully that it was real. A real photoshop.

No hike yesterday, I just wasn’t feeling up for it. Hopefully, I’ll have more strength when I attempt today’s Hash trail. In positive health-related news, my blood pressure has been steadily dropping since I started my new meds. 123/76 this morning!

I got back on track later in the day with my Sunday feeding ritual at Hideaway. I told Joy not to count on me continuing the Wednesday feedings as I have other priorities now.

There are only like four girls working in the bar these days, so at least I’m saving some money on the meals. I worry about the viability of the bar, however.
Bartender Ace is chowing down. I forgot to turn on my flash…sorry for the poor quality.

After Hideaway, I took the back alley to the beach.

A pretty good crowd for late in the day.
A race to the floating bar before the sun was gone.
I won. Barely.
The view from my barstool.
And the gal who was seated beside me.

We did a quick nightcap at Wet Spot; then I scored some pecan pie from Sit-n-Bull for our snack while we watched an episode of “Shameless” at home together.

I got up to pee in the wee hours of the morning and saw this out the window:

A beautiful moonset to start my day. Am I lucky or what?

Even a nothing Sunday was a blessing.

That blows.
I know the feeling.

I saw a meme mocking Biden as a nowhere man: “doesn’t have a point of view, knows not where he’s going to…”

Candy girl

A full and fulfilling day is behind me now. Here is how it went down:

Throwing shadows during the morning dog walk

Swan joined me on the morning hike with a bag full of candy to hand out to the children we encountered along the way.

Let’s get started.
Leaving the ‘hood
First recipients
Entering Marian Hills
Beams of light
A quiet street
My sweetie
Goodie two shoes
Mother and child
A passel of kiddies
Candy is dandy
The final delivery of the morning.

At the end of our journey, I was feeling a tad hungry. And the urge struck when a Jollibee was conveniently located across the street. So I went in and brought some home.

I was feeling like a Champ
It’s a fast food burger, not all that special, but okay. And look, the lettuce is on the bottom!

I still needed to make some final preparations for the grand opening of The Rite Spot On The Roof, so I had my driver pick me up and take me SBMA for some shopping. I purchased two rocking chairs and a folding chair at American Hardware.

The new furnishings on the rooftop.

The chili had been cooking all day in the crockpot, but I still had some cornbread muffins to bake.

Mission accomplished!

The party was scheduled to begin at 5:00 p.m., so I went upstairs and began getting everything set up before the guests arrived.

Carrying a hot crockpot up the stairs proved to be more challenging than I anticipated. I think next time, I’ll just do the cooking on the roof.
The afternoon sun was rather intense, but it only had an hour or so of strength left once the party started.
The gathering clouds to the east were also a little worrisome, but they only carried a few light sprinkles and didn’t create a problem. The snacks on the table are Fritos with a cheese dip, and tortilla chips and salsa. Both proved to be popular over the course of the evening.
My chili con carne y frijoles garnered a lot of compliments.
As did Swan’s sausage casserole.
Alright, you had to know this was coming…
Sunset comes after beer o’clock, so this was the first time I’d been home to see it from the roof.
I liked what I saw.
And then it was done.
Meanwhile, the party was happening. Food was ate, and beer was drunk (48 of them!)
Welcome to The Rite Spot On The Roof!
Enjoyable chat at the guy’s table. That’s hiking buddy Erik in the yellow shirt. Aussie Alan (in black) lives on the second floor of that white house in the back, and Jeff, from Texas, lives downstairs with his family. That’s one of his sons next to him. I was in for a bit of a surprise when Alan asked me if I was still posting on my blog. Apparently, he’d come across it randomly several years ago.
The other attendees
And then, as is often the case when Filipinos gather, videoke breaks out. We kept the volume at a reasonable and non-distorted level, which made the experience more enjoyable than usual.
Even the white guys participated. Jeff sang some old country-western classics in his deep voice and sounded good. I contributed three of my standards: Crazy (Patsy Cline), I Started A Joke (Bee Gees), and El Paso (Marty Robbins).
Swan made a cherry cheesecake for dessert.

The beer lasted until 9:30 or so; by then, it was past time for this early bird to call it a night. Still, it was a good time and nice to hang out with the neighbors. It was also a pleasant change of pace to take a night off from the bars in town. I’ll definitely become a regular at The Rite Spot.

I took today off from walking; just wasn’t feeling it. I’ll be out for the Sunday Hideaway feeding later and will likely do some time on the Arizona floater. And life goes on.

Shit happens.
Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you
Honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you

The higher you go…

…the better the view.

Yep, we did it again. Another group hike, another route to explore and see what we could see on Kalaklan Ridge.

We went thataway…
Given our route up, the group met at Savers on the other side of town from our usual 7/11 gathering spot.
The longest journey begins with a single step.
Halfway up
Credit to Scott for this nice shot!
Our route up was a zig-zag…less grueling but longer suffering. Not sure which I prefer.
An early cookie delivery
Still making our way up
Once you are up top, walking along the ridgeline is one of my favorites.
Heading for the vantage point
Have a seat, Jim!
A goat’s eye view from here.
I could live up here if only there were vehicular access.
Me taking a picture of Scott taking the picture that opened this post.
A mountain view
I’m coming, I’m coming…
Home is where the heart is.
Onward
And downward
Why?
Don’t forget to duck!
A house in the wilderness
It had been months since I last passed this way, but the kids remembered me. Or my cookies.
These kids live in that house in the wilderness pictured above. They scored some cookies, too.
Jim showing the local kids how it’s done.
Making away back to town after our adventure in the hills.

But there was still more highness in my day to come. I ventured out as usual at beer o’clock, making Sloppy Joe’s my first stop. I made the decision not to attend this week’s SOB primarily because the venue (Voodoo) is small and gets crowded. I see it as sacrificing my seat so an out-of-towner can enjoy the show. Once or twice a month is plenty for me.

Lots of familiar faces to socialize with at Sloppy’s.

Fellow hikers Erik, Jim, and Charles
Music master and Sloppy Joe’s icon, Chris.
And the lovely smiles of Shay and Grace.

At six o’clock, I moved on to a new rooftop venue, The Rite Spot. Swan was waiting for me there.

We had the only table in the place to ourselves.
My biggest fan was there, too.
And yes, the burgers I was served were delicious.
The nighttime views were quite pleasant as well.
There is nothing quite like an Alta Vista.

The grand opening of The Rite Spot On The Roof will be tonight. I invited my neighbors to join me for some beers upstairs. I also made a crockpot of chili and will serve it with some cornbread. Swan is making a sausage casserole. I went out this afternoon and bought a couple of rocking chairs to add to the seating options. I’ll be sharing photos from tonight’s event tomorrow.

Sounds like a gas!
That’s everything you need.

Well, maybe there are spiritual needs. And puns.

I grew up in a Pentecostal Church where people were so filled with the Holy Spirit they spoke in tongues. I never understood a word they said. (true story)
I bet that’s not true.

Had enough? Me too. Besides, that cornbread won’t bake itself!

Master dated

Well, perhaps that’s a bit of an overstatement, but I did enjoy a fine night out with Swan yesterday. Her shift at work ended at four, so I joined her at the Subiza Resort around 3:30. I had a beer while I waited and took in the view.

Subiza is on the water but has no beach. I think I would be happy living in that yellow house next door.
And the view of Barretto Beach from the Baloy side of the bay.

I finished my beer, Swan finished work, and we walked the block down the road to McCoy’s to enjoy some beach views. Sadly, McCoy’s didn’t have wine, so Swan had the rare (for her) beer.

The beach when we arrived.
This couple came in shortly after we arrived. The guy (yeah, I’ve already forgotten his name) was very friendly, and we had a pleasant chat. He lives part-time in the PI and has a place in Florida, but will be moving here permanently in August. That’s his wife of 48 years with him. He told me that they met on the Navy base in 1971. She worked there, and he served on the USS Kitty Hawk, an aircraft carrier that frequently visited the Subic Bay naval base. They met, fell in love, raised some kids, and now they plan to spend the golden years back where it all began. A sweet love story, for sure.
We’ve only just begun.
The view as we departed McCoy’s.

It was time for dinner, and Swan suggested we return to Subiza and eat there. I’d never eaten there, so I figured, why not give it a try?

Hmm, if you can’t spell “burrito” I’m not willing to see if you can cook one.
In going on sixty-nine years of living here on Earth, this is the first time I’d seen a Sri Lankan menu. And no, I was not adventurous enough to give one of these dishes a try.
I went with a grilled pork chop and it was not bad.
I also had an order of honey garlic chicken wings, and they were outstanding.
Swan shared a pizza with her co-worker. Yes, that’s pineapple. Filipinas love pineapple on their pizza.
A profile of my date.
Face-to-face
And together
The view from our dinner table.
And a moonshot.

We had talked about finishing the evening with a nightcap at Snackbar, but as we walked up the road, we mutually agreed to head back home instead. Some snuggle time on the couch watching “Shameless.” The next thing I remember is Swan waking me up to come to bed. And so ended our date night.

Facebook memories featured this photo I’d posted ten years ago. The photo itself is from 1986 when I was making the move from Oklahoma to South Carolina, and that required transporting my daughter’s horse.

It was a whole other life back then.

One of my favorite fantasies is having a “do-over” time travel adventure. I’d go back, knowing everything I know now, and see what good that did me when I encountered those crossroads that required making a life-changing decision. Would I make better choices? Only one way to find out, and I don’t have a time machine. So, I’ve been using my imagination. I’d definitely be investing heavily in tech stocks like Google and Microsoft when they had their IPOs. If I suddenly disappear, now you know what happened.

This one left me feelin’ groovy.
Man, I hate when that happens.

Alright, that’s all I’ve got for today. Come back tomorrow for another heaping helping of my so-called life.

Up around the bend

I experienced one of my favorite excursions with the Wednesday Walkers yesterday. Once again we tackled the Kalaklan Ridge, this time assisting the Hares for next week’s Hash scout a trail. The route we took to get to the top was interesting. First, we’d go up, then down, circle around some, then back up and down until we eventually made the final push and achieved the ridgeline.

I was once again suffering at the start. My heavy breathing led to a hacking cough. Then I started spitting up hunks of phlegm. And after a while, I could breathe better again. I guess a hard climb is a good extraction method for the shit that accumulates in my lungs. At least it worked yesterday.

A 5K stroll up and down Kalaklan Ridge
Our merry band of hikers
Let’s get started!
This house stood out in a neighborhood mainly consisting of shanties.
We’d go up…
…and we’d go down.
Then up again…
And down again.
Rinse…
…and repeat
Then we finally made the final push to the top.
A rest for the weary on the ridge
Sometimes I hate getting up there, but I always enjoy strolling on the ridge road.
A look to the left shows Olongapo City
And on the right, the beauty of Subic Bay.
Me taking it all in…
Posing for a group shot
I think if you drug your girlfriend up that long climb for a “romantic getaway” here at the “Little Lovers Camp,” she likely is an ex when you get back down.
And then we left the ridge to find a good Hash trail back down.
When you are fast like Ed, you do some waiting for the slowpokes to catch up.
Here we come!
It got a little rocky in places.
I’m not out of the woods yet.
People live out here with no vehicular access. I kept thinking of all the ways that would make life so incredibly difficult. It’s beautiful, but no thank you!
Doing laundry the old-fashioned way.
Leaving the creek behind
Visiting with Rolly and leaving some treats for the kiddies.
Heading back down
What’s left of a tree.
Back in the outskirts of Barretto
Refreshments at Dynamite Dick’s.
I enjoyed this tasty burger for lunch.
My route, as seen by Map My Walk

My evening out was pretty much routine. I fed the crew at Hideaway, such as it is. Down to two waitresses, a bartender, and a cashier. Not sure what’s up with that. I’m probably going to cut to a once-a-week feeding on Sunday.

The best view from a comfort room in Barretto is at Cheap Charlies.

Swan was working last night, so I didn’t have meeting up with her to look forward to. I filled some time at Cheap Charlies, then Sloppy Joe’s, before finishing up at The Green Room. I got home around seven and spent some time with my friends from “Shameless.” Swan arrived home from work just before nine, and we enjoyed some couch time before bed.

Swan is working again today but finishes earlier, so we will get together for dinner tonight.

I walked Swan to work this morning.

I was walking the beach at Baloy and had to take a leak, so I stopped at Treasure Island.

It didn’t seem right to use the CR without being a customer, so I ordered some toast.
I got it the way the French make it.

It’s funny looking back at all my “conspiracy theories” that have recently been proven to be the truth.

Skepticism is a healthy habit.

And I also came across evidence that I really am a rich man. At least in the Philippines.

Hell, I’m almost filthy rich by that standard.

What am I forgetting? Oh yeah, the puns!

Go to hell, Satan!
Read between the lines.
Just make the breast of the situation.
Almost sounds like stalking.
But it is the end of this post!

Was that a big sigh of relief I just heard? Well, I’ll be back with more tomorrow. You have been warned!

Gone for thirteen years now

I’ll never forget the woman I called Mom.

That’s her before she brought me into this world.
I’m the cute boy on the left.
She played a big role in my life as a father, especially after my first wife bailed and left me to raise the kids. I couldn’t have done it without Mom there to show me the way.
She was a faithful wife to my father for over fifty years.
And she was proud of the boys she raised.
Mom and her sisters in the last photo I ever took of her.

Miss you and love you, mama.

Mother, don't worry. I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother, don't worry. I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother, remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother, remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain

Mother, I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother, I lost it all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother, forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother, forgive me I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons can be birds taken broken up to the mountain

Mother, don't worry. I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother, don't worry. She's got a garden we're planting together
Mother, remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor and the fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning.

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain
My nephew sang this song at her funereal.

Plenty of fluids

Greetings from the land of all-day brownouts. At least they gave us advance warning that there would be no power today from eight until five, but it is still a pain in the ass. I’ve got a cold shower in my future. Luckily, I have my mobile hotspot so I can engage with the internets.

I paid a visit to Dr. Jo yesterday.
Swan reacts to the news that I won’t be dying anytime soon.

Well, I’m joking, of course. That’s Swan and my helper Teri in the waiting room. The primary purpose of my visit was to have my blood pressure medications reviewed.

I’ve been in the 140s and 150s since last month.

Dr. Jo prescribed some new pills to add to my daily collection. As I suspected, there is not much to be done with my COPD symptoms except to continue my current regimen of meds.

After the doctor’s appointment, Swan and I hoofed it down to Baloy Beach to spend some time on the floating bar.

Although Dr. Jo didn’t mention it specifically, it goes without saying that drinking plenty of fluids is an essential part of a healthy lifestyle. I didn’t drink water, but I drank lots of beers ON the water.
Sun was still relatively high in the sky when we arrived.

(I just got a warning that my battery saver is on. We’ll see if I can finish this before my power is gone)

My companion
Today’s hike was on that ridge
A dance broke out amongst the girls.
And then most of the customers abandoned ship.
We stayed for this though
I drank too much and had a misunderstanding with Swan. We fixed it this morning…

Okay, no battery for additional commentary…here’s the jokes:

I’ll stay off this road!
Ouch!
That’s the wrong hole!

Back tomorrow when I have some electricity!

Not as intended

Things didn’t go as planned for yesterday’s Hash. Although disappointing, perhaps it was for the best. The idea was to meet up with Pubic Head at Barretto High School at 1:50 and do a shortcut version of the Hare’s (Almoranus) trail, bypassing the first climb. I left my place at 1 p.m. to give myself ample time to arrive on schedule. But before I was even out of Alta Vista, I was sucking wind for some reason. As I neared the beginning of my intended route (the My Bitch trail) I had second thoughts about the wisdom of making the trek while out of breath, so I paused to send Pubic Head a message to go on without me. But as I stood there typing the message, my breathing returned to normal and I decided to press on as planned.

The section of the My Bitch trail I was hiking only had one short climb, and I took it slow and easy. When I reached the junction we call Four Corners, I messaged Pubic Head my location so he would know I would arrive on schedule. When I got to the high school at 1:47 Pubic Head wasn’t there, so I sent him a photo:

I’m here, where are you?

I waited until 2:00, the official Hash start time and no one showed. I wasn’t going to do a shortcut version of the trail on my own, so I opted to do a street walk instead. But in the end, I did manage to do a portion of the Hash trail after all:

The last two blocks to our On-Home at Blue Butterfly.
Five and a half kilometers is better than nothing, I suppose. Although hiking alone isn’t very Hash-like.

I drank my share of beers during the pre-Circle time. When Pubic Head arrived he explained that he thought I’d gone on to the start of the trail, so he proceeded there without me. Just one of those miscommunications. Shit happens.

I wasn’t feeling very Hashy, so when the Circle began, I stayed outside and continued to drink. When I’d had enough, I moseyed up the highway and decided I’d take a Big Mac and fries home with me. I was a little drunk and not in the best of moods, but damn, the ordering process was frustrating. They have those kiosks where you place your order remotely, and that’s fine. Except they were all occupied, and the woman in front of me seemed clueless when it came to punching in her order. I’m not a patient man normally, and her ignorance frayed the last of my nerves. Anyway, I eventually got the opportunity to push the four buttons I needed–Big Mac, Fries, To Go, and Cash. Then I went to the cash register, paid, and was given a number. There were three numbers ahead of mine, and this being McDonald’s, I figured I’d be out in no time. I figured wrong. Mine was the only takeout, and I saw the paper bag brought to the counter where it sat while the employee fiddled around with the three other orders. I mean, all she had to do was hand me my bag, but I guess they had a first-in, first-out policy. Anyway, when they finally called my number, I tossed my receipt on the counter and rudely said, “It’s about time.” Yeah, I’m not proud of being the ugly American last night. I’ll punish myself by not returning anytime soon. That’ll teach me!

I got home early enough to watch three episodes of “Shameless” last night. I’m halfway through Season 8 now–look at me go!

And I woke up to another beautiful Subic morning.

The view from my bedroom window at a little after six.

Grocery shopping is done, and a doctor’s appointment is coming up at 3 p.m. From there, I’ll head out for my Tuesday routine on Baloy at the Kokomo floating bar. At least, that’s the plan.

I came across a video comparing Subic in the Navy days to how it looks today. I found it interesting; perhaps you will as well.

See y’all here tomorrow, I hope.

California, Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, South Carolina, Virginia, South Korea, and the Philippines. Not that where I have lived has anything to do with this meme. I always married my side chicks.
Stick with it and see what happens next!

Day is done

I was alone in the morning because Swan had a family event to attend. In the evening, Swan joined me on the Arizona floating bar with her friend Mercy. And in between I did a Hideaway feeding. Here’s what the day looked like:

The beginning of my Sunday Solo Stroll featured this Alta Vista street scene.
1.6 kilometers provided an Easter Mountain view.
3.2 kilometers found me on Sawmill Road in San Isidro.
4.8 kilometers had me facing Black Rock Mountain.
6.4 kilometers, and I was on the streets of the Sierra Hills subdivision.
Eight kilometers, and I was done. I had to sit down for a few minutes during the hike to refresh and reenergize. That’s unusual for me on a street walk like this one.
I rode a trike from Baloy Road back up to Alta Vista, although that is not unusual for me to do.
Not a bad way to start the day.

And then the time came to head into town for my feeding chore. I stopped at Jewel Cafe and ordered some meals for delivery to Hideaway, then delivered myself there as well.

Crispy chicken wings
Garlic prawns
Chicken quesadilla
Pork sisig
And I baked a dozen chocolate cupcakes for dessert. (I brought the frosting separate for self-application)
Three of the happy dinner recipients
And a Joyful fourth

A few beers and lady drinks later, it was time to hit the beach, conveniently located right behind Hideaway.

Lots of Sunday afternoon beachgoers enjoying the sand and water.
My timing was in sync with my love of sundowns.
A decent crowd of folks enjoying time on the floating bar.
The view from here.
Here comes the raft with more customers.
Hey, I recognize those two!
Mercy had a birthday on Saturday, so this was a belated celebration.
We had some food delivered from the Arizona Resort kitchen. This chicken enchilada was wonderful.
And the girls enjoyed their chicken cordon bleu.
A passing banka boat
“Don’t let the sun go down on me
“…Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see…”
“…I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
When the sun was gone, the moon came out to smile upon us.
Everybody’s so different…
…I haven’t changed. Well, it’s only been fifty years.

Mercy needed to head back home to feed her husband, and as Swan and I were walking down the highway, a trike driver called out to me by name: “Going home, Sir John?” It seemed like fate, so we decided to screw the nightcap and make it an early night. I cuddled up on the couch with Swan and some “Shameless,” which was a nice way to say goodbye to Sunday.

Now it’s another Hash Monday. The trail begins on Rizal Extension, which is a pain in the ass to get to. I’m going to go over the mountain on my own to get there. Wish me luck! Assuming I survive, I’ll be back with a full report tomorrow.

Take a deep breath
Double your pleasure, double your puns…

Nada much

But enough is enough, and I’m thankful for that. Even by my low standards, nothing about yesterday was particularly noteworthy, but it was still another link in this chain we call life. A morning walk with Swan handing out candies to the kiddies we encountered kicked things off, and an uneventful bar crawl to end the day. Isn’t that the story of my life?

Swan making final adjustments prior to departure.
Burn, baby, burn!
Who wants candy?
Candy is dandy
At first I thought it was one of Magellan’s boats…
Yeah, I know. Take a deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way…
Street scene in Matain barangay. (I’ve always pronounced in bare-in-guy. Swan corrects me and says it’s “brown guy.” She should know.)
As sweet as her candy.
Sometimes it’s the little things that count.
A little over 6K yesterday…

Erik, a hiking buddy, tagged along for my evening bar crawl. One beer at Sloppy Joe’s, one at Cheap Charlies, and three more at Oasis (Swan joined us there). Then we crossed the highway and had some dinner at Mylene’s. We went international–carbonara for Swan, tacos for Erik, and a chicken burger for me. Everyone professed to have enjoyed the meal. We did our nightcap and Wet Spot, then bid farewell to Erik and triked on home.

See, I told you the day was nothing special. But to give this post a semblance of substance, let me share this video about the US Navy bringing a tanker full of weapons grade fuel for storage at Subic. Why, it’s almost as if someone is preparing for the outbreak of war. But with who? Oh, about those elections in Taiwan–China ain’t pleased.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3v3jJSDMEsQ

One of my favorite vloggers posted some advice to avoid losing your Filipina girlfriend.

I should be okay.

A commenter accused me of being a lefty and cited this photo of my insurrection at the US Embassy in Seoul as evidence:

I guess I showed them!

Today’s joke is on fire:

A party was brewing

Last night we attended the birthday party for Dr. Jo’s husband, Chris. The party was held at the Pinatubo Brewery in San Marcelino. I’d heard of it, but never been, so I was looking forward to the visit.

It was around 25K, but my driver, Danny, got us there and back safely.
Swan dresses up nicely.
What a lucky girl!
The actual brewery is downstairs. The second floor is the bar/restaurant where the party was held.
The bar area
Dining/drinking tables
Overlooking a cornfield on one side.
And the mountains in San Antonio, on the other
That’s the birthday boy on the right…
The beer menu

When I arrived, I jokingly asked the waitress for a San Miguel Zero. She told me I’d have to go to the 7-11 store for that. Obviously, the only beers on offer were those brewed in the building. And although I am a consummate consumer of beer, I am not a connoisseur. Hell, I don’t even know the difference between a pilsner and a lager. Serious beer drinkers deride my usual preferences as “making love in a canoe” (both fucking close to water). Hey, to each his own. So, last night, I was faced with six locally brewed options with no clue as to where to start (the bar did offer a taste of each in a shot glass, but that seemed pointless to me–you haven’t had a beer until you’ve finished the bottle. Chris suggested I try one of his favorites, The Golden Nectar Pilsner, and that’s where I started.

I wanted to do a lager next to see if I could discern any differences from the pilsner, so I did a Crown Lager. It was good, but I couldn’t say that I liked it better than the Golden Nectar, so I had another one of each to help me make up my mind. Chris dropped by to check on my progress and suggested I try one of the dark beers. I said, I don’t like dark beer, and realized how racist that sounded. So, I checked my white privilege and ordered a Dark Angel Lager.

The Dark Angel wasn’t bad, either. I only had one, so I guess you could say it was a token.
Ultimately, I deemed the Crown Lager my favorite and drank that flavor exclusively for the remainder of my visit.
The six beer options are poured from kegs in the brewery downstairs. The three I didn’t try were all higher in alcohol volume, and I prefer to stick with lightweight mixtures.

As time went on, I began to feel those pangs of hunger.

The food menu. Oh, did I mention the owner of Pinatubo is a German?

Like the beers, I wasn’t sure what I should order. When I was a kid growing up in Southern Cal, there was a fast food hot dog chain named Der Wienerschnitzel. So, I ordered the Wiener Schnitzel from the menu. Fool that I am, I was expecting a hot dog dish. This is what I got instead:

It was quite tasty, even if it wasn’t a frank.

So, I’m a big fan of open-air bars with a view, and the Pinatubo Brewery provided that. And as an added bonus:

Well done, Mr. Sun.

Anyway, I really enjoyed hanging out at the Pinatubo Brewery last night. I mentioned to Chris that the owner should put up some small cottages to rent for a night for out-of-town guests like me. Another idea I had was that the owner could open a brewery branch in Barretto, and I know just the spot–Subiza! That resort needs a reason to exist, and if they offered freshly brewed craft beers in the open-air setting on the bay, I think it would be a big hit.

Chris and Dr. Jo picked up the tab for everything last night–all the beers and all the food. I’m sure that was a pretty penny for them and much appreciated by their guests. I gave the four waitresses a big tip to thank them for all their hard work serving us. Good times!

The other part of my Friday was the group hike in the morning.

A good turnout with one more arriving after I took this photo.
The saddest thing I’ve seen in a long time. There is poor and then there is living under a bridge on the riverside poor. Cookies and lollipops seemed inadequate somehow, but you can’t save everyone.
We did some stair work.
A barbed view.
Some of the group climbed to the top of Black Rock. Some of us took pictures from down below.
Trading cookies for smiles.
The Easter Mountain shot.

Six years ago I was doing a river hike in Pyeongtaek.

The scenery was a little different than what I’m seeing these days.
Spock can be such a killjoy! No laughs for you today, dear readers.