It’s time for my monthly get-out-of-town trip, so this morning we will be heading to Pundaquit for two days of beach life. Let me dash off a quick post about yesterday before I go.
Mostly more of the same old, same old Tuesday shit. Grocery shopping in the morning came with the standard out-of-stock frustrations. I mean, I get it that imported goods are occasionally subject to shipping delays, but come on, Royal, what’s your excuse for being out of locally brewed San Miguel Light, for crissake?
And speaking of imported foods, I was thinking some good ol’ string cheese might be a healthy snack.
I took a pass on playing darts because of my back issues. I only experienced pain when bending over or lifting a leg — walking wasn’t bad. So, at beer o’clock, we marched on down to Baloy Beach.
We had the raft driver contact the floating bar on his walkie-talkie to confirm they had wine available for Swan before we made the voyage. They did, and so we boarded.
After a while, another couple came aboard and joined us at the bar. Being on the introvert side of the spectrum, I don’t generally engage with strangers, but this guy wanted to chat, and I’m not rude (at least when I’m sober). Wallace is a Canadian expat, and he and his gal were visiting from Davao, a place I’ve been to before, so we compared notes. He also worked in Korea for 20 years, so we had that in common as well. Anyway, it turned out to be a pleasant conversation. Nice to meet you!
We headed to shore for some Treasure Island dining and ran into Lizza, the owner of Kokomo’s, on the beach.
Against all odds, I met and interacted with another stranger while at Treasure Island. A retired Navy guy who lives in Florida, but is currently working out of Singapore. He hadn’t been to Barretto for many years, so I gave him the lowdown on the best places to hang out. He’s a dart player with a warped sense of humor, so we had that in common. It was nice chatting with him as well. And yes, I’ve already forgotten his name (I was six beers to the wind by then).
From my Treasure Island perch, I could see something going on up on the mountain behind the Hanjin shipyard, so I headed down to the beach for a closer look.
With our hunger satiated and my beer capacity reached, we headed back home and called it a day.
Today is my son Kevin’s 48th birthday. I’ve been ghosted, but I hope he is happy.
I’m not a big Bill Maher fan, but like a stopped clock, he gets it right sometimes.
From the January 2018 LTG archives, I’m back in Pyeongtaek and experiencing being ghosted for the first time. It doesn’t get easier with experience.
I never knew there was such a thing as “Generation Jones,” or that I was a member of that elite group (those born between 1954 and 1965). Today’s YouTube video enlightened me. Ain’t I special?
And now some humor before I hit the road:
I’m happy to report that the back is feeling much better today. Still a little stiff, but not nearly as painful.
And now to prepare for my adventure. At least I’ll have something different to post about tomorrow.