If you live in San Narcisco, does that make you a Narciscoist? I guess it doesn’t matter; I was just visiting. This was my third time going to the Mope Resort. I was there in January for Dr. Jo’s birthday celebration, and before that it was for a Hash event back in 2019 (that was the time the Philippine Navy detained us). This was the first time I spent the night at the resort, though, and overall it was a pleasant experience.
In yesterday’s post, I had said I was going to San Antonio. That was my plan–walking the beach at Pundaquit, lunch at the Car Wash Restobar, and spending the night at Monty’s. Plans sometimes change while you are en route. Swan said she had heard about a nice beach area in San Felipe; I’d never been there but figured why not experience something new. When we arrived, however, it was nothing like I was expecting. The beach “resorts” all consisted of Filipino-style beach huts, not the hotel with a restaurant and bar that I prefer. So, Mope became our Plan B.
Of course, we didn’t have a reservation but didn’t need one; we appeared to be the only guests in attendance. Not overly surprising for a weeknight during rainy season. I chose the “deluxe beach view” room and was given a discounted rate of 3500 pesos. The room was spacious, clean, and comfortable; more than adequate for an overnight stay.
The first order of business after check-in was lunch.
After our meal, we did a short walkabout the neighborhood. The skies were cloudy, but we were granted a brief respite from the rain.
We drank some beers to pass the evening hours and had a light meal, then retired to our room for the night. A big storm passed through during the night, waking us both from our slumber. We cuddled until sleep once again overcame us.
It was nice to have a brief get-out-of-town excursion. One day at Mope was enough, though. At least during this time of year.
Facebook memories reminded me today that the 1960s weren’t all they were cracked up to be.
So, it’s back to the Barretto life. The SOB has once again been canceled due to the inclement weather. That won’t stop me from hooking up with some San Mig Zeros somewhere in town.
I’ll let y’all know how that works out for me tomorrow.
So, Mope became our Plan B.
What, no jokes about moping? I’m shocked.
First chance you get, you grab Swan, take her out of the country, and show her what a real resort looks like—in the States, in Fiji, or wherever. The Filipino misuse of the word “resort” is a crime. We have similar problems with “resorts” here in Korea, where Konglish reigns supreme.
At least the food looked halfway decent, and despite the clouds, the beach views looked good, too.
I guess I missed a joke opportunity, but there is no point in moping about it now.
Swan has a passport and wants to use it (she’s only been to Thailand), so we have been kicking around some ideas. Bali is at the top of the list right now. I’ve been there once before, and it has resorts that are the real deal.
Everything we ate, except the hamburger, was good enough to satisfy. On my previous visit in January, the tide was lower, and the beaches were wide and sandy. Still, the stormy sea look has its own kind of beauty.
I like Boogie’s boat too. Is that Tom, from the Tom and Jerry cartoon?
“Luckily, a dog was sleeping under our table”
McCrarey, a wise man once said, “let sleeping dogs lie”.
A visit to San Narsisco or as the locals say, “The old man and the sea”.
Peace Out!
Yep, that’s a Tom cat, and they do like to boogie!
That sleeping dog never sausage a treat, no lie!
Coincidentally, the resort had a cartoon of a fat old fuck on a surfboard with the caption, “The old man and the sea”. Wish I had taken a picture of it now.