The pride goeth before the falls…

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Loaded up in the van I rented and ready to roll.

An iffy day trip to Nangoloan Falls turned out well. Except for a couple of brief rain showers, the weather was fine. The cloudy skies were a benefit in shielding us from the direct sunlight. The only real downside from Friday’s storm was the residual flooding we had to deal with in reaching our destination. But we didn’t let wet feet ruin our good time. Here’s a shitload of photos from our adventure.

Crossing the river.
Passing through San Narciso.
Arriving in San Felipe.
Off the highway and onto the road leading to the falls.
Off loading in the parking area.
What a difference from Thursday!
That’s how the entrance looked two days ago.
We will not be deterred!
We loaded our ice chests and other gear into the carabao cart.
And rather than wait for the next available cart, some of the group opted to just wade our way to the falls. It got up to my knees in places.
The walk wasn’t all that bad, but it was amazing seeing just how much damage the recent rains had done to the road. The carts had to detour around the washed out spots.
We have arrived at the entrance to the falls.
And now for a river crossing. The stepping stones from Thursday are all underwater or washed away now.
Destination achieved!
Setting up in our picnic space.
Chillaxin’
Some floaters.
And some squatters.
The falls were somewhat angrier than they were on Thursday.
Looking down the river. That’s our picnic spot on the right.
Meats on the grill.
Let’s eat!
Get off our lawn!
Happy campers.
On the rocks.
The view of our group from the other side of the river.
The gals put away some soju.
And I had my share of those beers.

So, we arrived around 9:30 and packed up to go at 4:00. Not bad for an old fucker drinking San Miguel Light (no Zero available). We loaded into the carabao carts for the ride back to the parking area.

Made it!
It’s good to be alive.
Why not both?
The river crossing on the drive back to Barretto.

But the fun wasn’t over yet. I contemplated being home at six, falling asleep, then waking up at 2 a.m. Fuck that. I had my driver stop by the house to drop off our gear, then we continued on to It Doesn’t Matter for a nightcap. The riders in the van were on board with that idea.

Ending the evening with some of my fellow travelers.

As days around these parts go, this was a good one.

On to April 2014 in the LTG archives, and in this post, I tell the tale of an adventurous day in Seoul, some good and some bad.

Today’s YouTube video features the Filipina Pea dispensing her wisdom about the perils of attaching yourself to the wrong woman. Been there, done that. Repeatedly. It took a while, but it seems I finally got lucky.

And now let’s get down to the funny business.

Who gives a hoot?
Give it a poke, doc!
A match made in heaven.

And now it is time to get on with my Sunday routines. You know the drill: Hideaway feeding, dinner at John’s place, and a mini-barhop afterward. Yeah, I know, I’m a lucky bastard.

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