Yesterday the Wednesday Walkers trucked out to deep in the heart of Subic to hike in some different than usual environs. Club Morocco is a huge subdivision near the Keppel shipyard. Interestingly, it was developed by the same company that created Alta Vista. Club Morocco is probably twice the size of Alta Vista but has far fewer houses. I’d guess less than 10% of the lots have been built on. It’s near the bay with great views but is also very isolated. I actually looked at a house there before I made the move, but couldn’t deal with being so far away from the things that make my Barretto life so convenient. It was a nice place to visit but I’m glad I don’t live there!
It was another nice day in paradise.
Last night I ventured out to Marick’s for a bit. Brought some brownies I baked for my favorite brown knees bargirl. She seemed to enjoy them.
She’s actually sweeter than a brownie. I did the math in my head and when she was born I was only 43. And besides, age is just a number. And I identify as thirty years old. And I’m a lesbian trapped in a man’s body–I love women! So, check your privilege and don’t be a bigot!
Ah, the life of a retired expat in a country filled with sweet young things looking for love. Or a handout. Or both. Let’s make a deal!
Seems more like handouts than love!
Great images of the hike. I think the stream-wading would be a problem for me: I’d worry about blisters.
I’m thinking I want to start spending my Sundays cleaning up the pollution in my neighborhood. The idea has been in my head for a while, and maybe it’s time to really commit to it.
Yeah, but love is just a four-letter word.
The water hazard came relatively late in the hike at least. It’s not unusual to get wet shoes somewhere along the way and I’ve not heard of anyone getting blisters. Then again, I’ve never seen anyone blister up the way you often do.
I like the clean-up idea–another way to get exercise and give back to the community. It would be like pissing in the wind here though–the trash would be back within minutes.
I think my blisters come mostly during my long walks, so that’s many days in a row of 30K-plus steps. Or maybe I just have weak, delicate skin.
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