So, picking up where I left off with yesterday’s post. After getting settled into our rooms, we sat poolside, enjoying the beach views and cold beers while the womenfolk played cards and drank wine. Then we moved to the resort next door for some more drinking. I was surprised to run into an old hiking buddy who lives in San Antonio, but drives the 10K to drink at this Beach Place because he enjoys the vibe. Yep, we liked it too. Nice to see you again, Gary!

We also met another guy who decided to sit at the women’s table (us men were all at the bar). Gary said his name is Bob, but he is known as DB (drunk Bob). He may have been a little flirty with our girls, but none of them seemed to take offense. When we were ready for a change of scenery, we loaded into Jeff’s car and visited Hidaway, a place I’ve stayed at before, and it also has a nice outdoor bar area. And then guess who showed up? Yep, DB. That was a little on the weird side. We enjoyed our brief stay and chat with owner Craig, then headed next to Car Wash for dinner.

A pretty quiet night at Car Wash, but we all placed our food orders and enjoyed more beverages while we waited to be served our meals. And it was quite the wait. Swan and I both ordered pork ribs, and they were the first to arrive. Everyone else was served individually over a growing period of time. I guess the cook could only prepare one meal at a time. When Davina was finally served, everyone else was already finished eating. That was kind of weird. The food was good, though. Shortly before we were ready to depart, our stalker DB showed up again. I think he’s okay, but it was still a little strange. Then a young woman arrived to take him home, so it all ended well.

When we got back to our hotel, we visited the place next door, which has a small bar and restaurant. It also has a videoke machine. Jeff wanted to sing, but was told only hotel guests are permitted to do so, so we left.

Back at Wave Song, Jeff broke out his music box and microphones, and we began to engage in some drunken singing. It wasn’t long before I got a message on my phone from the resort management saying that videoke is not permitted. That shut us down from singing, but we played some nice music at low volume while we drank. It wasn’t long before I’d had more than enough of that, so I said goodnight and headed for my room for some much-needed sleep. Sleep was not as easy as I’d hoped because the air conditioner in our room stopped working. The resort moved us to a new room this morning.

So, that’s what you missed by not being here. Here are some photos to illustrate the events described above:

March and April 2011 had a total of five posts, none of them particularly newsworthy, even by my low standards. I’d been busy working on my newly purchased house and adapting to the American way of life. In this post from May, I played some catch-up for my readers.

Today’s YouTube video shares the five most dangerous places in the Philippines that tourists should avoid. Not surprisingly, four of them are Muslim enclaves. I’ve never been tempted to see any of them. First time I’ve watched this vlogger, but she, um, has a lot to get off her chest. The breast of the five-minute video, if you enjoy that kind of thing.

Now it is time for this nonsense:

I do know that it is time to get on with my time at the beach. See you tomorrow!