A surfer’s dream

Wish I’d thought of that!

Back in my Southern Cal youth, we’d say shit like, “She’s a surfer’s dream, flat as a board.” Yesterday’s group hike was like that. We did the Philseco loop, a 7K journey that doesn’t have a hill climb. It’s getting hot outside, and I ain’t as young as I used to be, so keeping things on the level works for me.

A Jeepney ride to the far side of Subic town dropped us off where Philseco Road meets the National Highway.
And off we go down Philseco!
It was raining sunshine.
Leaving Philseco behind.
Time out for a cookie delivery.
I was relieved to see my favorite tree survived the recent typhoon.
This tree wasn’t as lucky.
And onward we march.
Past the fish ponds.
Over the bridge.
The writing on the wall. “Pangit” means ugly. Assuming the blank letter is an “a,” someone doesn’t like the looks of Faith.
I guess I’ll need to cum back when they are open. I’ve never had a “burgasm.”
This rickety bridge still carries the load.
Back on the pavement.
Some after-hike refreshment at 13 Resort.
The view from 13 Resort.
The route that brought us there.

It’s been a long time since our last visit to the 13 Resort. Swan and I went yesterday because we both wanted to share a Monte Cristo sandwich. Alas, it was not to be. All they have on the menu now is a few Thai dishes. The place was looking more rundown than usual as well. I asked a waiter if the owner, Badger, was around, and he told me Badger spends his time in Angeles City these days. Rumor has it the resort is for sale. Good luck to all.

After the usual R&R at home, it was time to head into town for some Friday evening action. As we walked, I asked Swan where she wanted to go first. She responded, “It doesn’t matter.” I told her, c’mon, you choose. Once again, she simply said, “It doesn’t matter.” I gruffly responded, Fine, be that way, and took her to IDM.

This new signage was installed during our visit.
Swan and her bargirl pals. The empty chair is mine.

We did our nightcap at Cloud 69. Our favorite waitress was absent once again, but two baklas sat at our table, kept Swan company, and brought me beer refills. I asked if they preferred a lady drink or a tip, and both said just the tip. As we left, I gave them each 100 pesos, more than the LD commission for them, and cheaper than two LDs for me. I’ll call that a win. We also learned that Cloud 69 will close on Wednesday and relocate to the building where Cyclone is currently located. Same owner for both bars, so likely just a cost reduction move.

And that’s how I spent my Friday.

Back to the September 2015 LTG archives, and in this post, I was on fire. In more ways than one.

It’s been too long since we’ve checked in with the Filipina Pea, and in this video, she answers viewers’ questions about why Filipinas sometimes act the way they do. Swan’s one, but she’s not like the Filipinas they describe in this video. We have our moments of drama, but they are rare and short-lived.

Here we go again:

That’s a real boner.
The great escape!
Don’t give up the ship!

That’s all, folks. The Kokomo’s floating bar is opening today, and Swan and I will be there to do some rockin’ on the water. Been missing that.

7 thoughts on “A surfer’s dream

  1. Instead of blowing your money on hookers and tranquilizers and morning beers how about you buy that Gary fellow a new shirt, eh!

  2. Back in my Southern Cal youth, we’d say shit like, “She’s a surfer’s dream, flat as a board.”

    Good description of most Korean girls’ asses. Whenever I see the rare ass that has pleasing contours, I admit I stare.

    I’ve never had a “burgasm.”

    Sounds like Konglish. Philipponglish?

    Nice walk, flat though it be. Any definite plans for the 29K route? Particular time of year? Practice schedule? T’ain’t real until you start planning.

  3. Kevin, “burgasm” is just a play on words. Those Burgasmic burgers are so good your mouth will have an orgasm. Or so they claim.

    Honestly, that 29K hike seems more and more like a dream. I’ve been feeling the aches and pains in my legs that come with old age, and even that 7K flat walk left me tired and sore.

  4. Yeah, I got that about “burgasm.” Not something readily thought up by a native speaker of, say, American English.

    You could always do the 29K route in 7K segments, except for one 8K day.

  5. The link to your archive about about “Fire”, with the actual story really about stepping up to the oche, reminded me about Maly and the other victims of your mate Fisher’s fire when the fire exits were locked long after he be bought old man Dryden’s hotel. Before you’re time, I know, but like the a few other simps here, you seem to hero worship him, which is surprising, as you otherwise come across as your own man (apart from where women is concerned). At least you don’t have to lick Fisher’s arse no more.

  6. Aloysius, Dave had nothing to do with that fire, other than owning the building. Dave was an unsung hero in the community, helping those in need. If respecting the man and all his accomplishments makes me a simp, I’m proud to be one.

  7. Kevin, yes, it occurred to me after I posted my reply that you understood the meaning of “burgasm.” Whoever came up with the name of the place and that slogan has a great sense of humor!

    Yeah, but bite-sized pieces of the hike don’t achieve the goal of doing a real long-distance walk. Plus, it is mostly on the highway, so small chunks would just add to the misery. Better to get it over and done with in one day. We’ll see what the future brings.

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