And now what?

So what if I can’t spell apocolypse. It’s not like it’s the end of the world.

The crazy weather abated some yesterday, and we took advantage with a pleasant street stroll out in Castillejos. We only do this walk once or twice a year, so it was good to take in the sights again.

Four of us ventured out for the Friday group hike.
And away we go.
We fell behind some while Swan dispensed sweetness.
Not for lower either.
We took a left.
On the road again
Just can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is going hiking with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the road again
“I’ll trade you a lollipop for a smile…”
Someone is living their dream in the backroads of Castillejos.
An off-pavement diversion.
And then this happened again.
We see white people…
Cookies and lollipops for the kiddies.
Onward we go.
That’s a lot of shells. Glad they weren’t skulls.
The view from here.
Here comes the rain again.
This wade was the worst of all…soft mud underneath, sucking at your shoes.
Back on the National Highway.
I bet that guy is named Jack.
A nice enough 6.5K journey.
Mad Willie’s was our starting and finishing point, so we popped in for an after-hike snack.
We had the place to ourselves.
The baby back ribs were out of stock.
So, I settled for the fried chicken. I gave Swan my rice.

And that was how we spent our mostly rain-free morning.

I spotted this UFO from my patio in the early afternoon.

I wasn’t sure where to go to fill the evening hours, but as we were walking towards town, I decided to visit Thumbstar. I almost never go there, but they do a “buy one, get one” deal on Friday for your first drink and food order. And they make one of the better shawarmas around. And then my old WHS classmate and neighbor, Mike, drove by and offered us a lift. Where are you going, I asked. Thumbstar. Hey, great minds think alike!

The Thumbstar gathering.

After my beers and shawarma (I gave Swan the free one), Mike offered us the chance to ride with him to Red Bar. Why not? We usually visit Red Bar as part of our Sunday routine, but always sit outside on the patio. This time was the first time I’d experienced the indoor version.

The stage and three of the dancers. Compared to other venues (Alaska and Wet Spot), the gals were thin and attractive. I did my 50 peso tip thing, and they seemed pleasantly surprised.

Mike headed home at seven, but we weren’t ready to call it a night just yet. With the group dispersing, we moved to our preferred seating area on the patio. Our regular waitress followed us outside and earned a couple of lady drinks for taking good care of us.

Thanks again!

We had talked about doing Wet Spot for our nightcap, but as we passed Jumpin’ Jacks, it was raining again, and Swan said let’s go here instead. No hay problema.

A group of us will be returning to Jumpin’ Jacks tonight to enjoy some live music.

This is becoming one of our favorite venues, and we are already treated like valued regulars. Plus, the music selections and volume are always to my liking.

And then we were homeward bound via tricycle, and our Friday night came to an end.

Today’s memory from the LTG archives is a May 2010 post discussing what I presumed would be my last trip to DC as a government employee (my plan was to retire in September, but plans change). I enjoyed my first-ever visit to the Pentagon, but I lamented the waste of time that meetings with bureaucrats had been over the years. Heh, I was DOGE before DOGE was a thing.

Some Facebook posts from this day in history:

Talk about being ahead of your time, I called this six years ago. Of course, I didn’t know Obama was pulling the strings.
Five years ago, this sweet young thing followed me home one night. I was not one to partake in streetwalkers, but made an exception in her case. I’ll never do that again.

This YouTube video shares ten signs you’ve been in the Philippines too long. Well, I’m familiar with all of the things the vlogger discusses, but after going on eight years, I’ve not succumbed to any of them. Like eating rice or subscribing to the concept of “Filipino time.” Anyway, the narration is fine, but the images used have nothing to do with the Philippines. That was a little off-putting.

Have a smile before I go:

As they used to say in Arkansas, “that dog won’t hunt.”
Be all you can be.
Make the breast of life while you have it.

And there you have it. Pouring down rain again as I write this, but that’s part of the package when you sign up for life in paradise.

2 thoughts on “And now what?

  1. Well, the guy was right: he couldn’t spell apoc-A-lypse.

    That video about being in the PI too long, composed by AI (hence the off-topic images), was way too dramatic. Too much purple prose. Whoever wrote the script was aiming for comedy, not realism.

    I was sure your music video of the day was going to be “Here Comes the Rain Again” by Annie Lennox. Alas.

  2. Kev, Yep, the end of the world can’t happen if the spelling is wrong!

    Yeah, that video was poorly done, although I think it was humor he was going for. Mispronouncing common Tagalog words like “Ate” (should be ah-tae) ruined his credibility, too.

    It’s funny, I sing that Lennox song sometimes when I’m walking and the rain starts to fall.

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