Doing it different

And so began another day in paradise.

But this day was different. Despite the comfort I take in my daily routines, changing things up occasionally keeps the living fresh and interesting. Getting out of town, seeing something new, chillaxin’ with friends is all it takes. I got invited to hang out with Swan’s lady cadre for a day of fun and exploration way out in San Narciso. My pal Scott came along with his gal, so we enjoyed our Friday hike while the girls did their thing. Then we sat around the campsite drinking beers and taking in the scenery. Oh, and some of Swan’s relatives and their kids came along as well. It was definitely a Filipino-style family outing vibe. It was nice for a change.

The sardine van that carried us there. I had the good fortune to ride shotgun.
A little over 24K to get there.
The entrance to the Mahogany’s Spring Resort.
Setting up our cottage for the day.
The pond view from our cottage.

While the gals set up camp, Scott and I hit the trail.

Making our way up the embankment to the riverside.
The Santo Tomas riverbed. We briefly considered finding a place to cross, then decided that probably wasn’t a great idea.
So, we opted to hike along the dike instead.
The first of several “resorts” similar to the one we were visiting. Ours had the pond, which made it more fun.
I warned Scott not to put his finger in the dike.

Hmm, I wasn’t sure if I should be spelling that embankment “dike” or “dyke.” Turns out, both are correct, but the webpage I looked at had this warning:

But the word “dyke,” when spelled with a Y, has been used over the years as a slang or slur term to describe a lesbian. It’s not a kind term, so try and avoid using it.

Kind of ruins my “finger in the dyke” joke, though. That poor little Dutch boy!

Dyke is still holding on as the most popular spelling in our PC era.

Anyway, enough of that nonsense. On with the show!

I was really surprised by how many of these little “resorts” were along the riverside path we walked.
What the Phok is up with that?
Nothing fancy about these places, but the Filipino families I observed in passing seemed to be having a good time.
Time to leave the river behind and find our way back to our resort. By the way, this riverbed will be full of raging water once rainy season arrives.
Looks like we’ve found our way.
The lonely walk down to where the pavement ends.
We did a little over 6K on a motherfucking hot-ass day.
When we arrived back at camp, the fun was in full swing, with bicycle boats and rafting.
Yep, that’s Swan on the red “bike.”
The kids we brought playing Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer (two characters I’m fairly certain they’ve never heard of).
Scott went for a swim, and I had my first beer of the day.
Beth did the grilling…sausages and fish.
Thanks for letting me join in the fun, ladies!
Swan showing us the way it is done.
Every cottage in the resort was full. Scott and I were the only foreigners in attendance.

We were also probably the oldest ones there.

And us oldsters need our naptime. Although napping with loud karaoke from a couple of cottages on either side was a challenge.
The view from my cot when I woke from my nap.
Some more rafting fun before we departed.

So, it was a different kind of day, indeed. And I enjoyed the change of pace.

When we arrived back home, the sun was going down.

Well, I started drinking WAY before beer o’clock, and I know my limits. So, the decision to stay at home on a Friday evening was an easy one. How’s that for different? But what to do with my usual bar time? Scott had told me about a series he had just watched on Netflix called “The Man in the High Castle.” So, I fired up the television for the first time in many months and proceeded to watch the first episode. The basic premise is that Japan and Germany had won World War II and divided the USA between them. Episode 1 depicts life as it was in occupied America in 1962. I’m enjoying it so far, but before I could finish the first episode, we had a power outage, and I was left in the dark. Oh well, I’ll continue with it soon. I just need to squeeze some TV time into my daily routines.

So, yesterday was about as different as it gets around here.

From the May 2019 LTG archives, I post about my first time as the Hare with the Hash. I write about the experience of marking the Hash trail, and then I share the response to the trail from my fellow Hashers.

Today’s YouTube video from the Filipina Pea shows her visit to a World War II museum in Dumaguete. Some of the artifacts look amazing. I’d like to visit someday and see it all firsthand.

Time out!

During a visit with your Aunt Flo from Redlands, no doubt.
So, you both got fucked.
I assume that’s a pretty common denominator.

That’s the way it was, no time to get back to the way it is. I think there is some beer in my near future.

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