Another day in pictures

More or less.

Not really, but I’ll get to that in a minute

First up was the Friday group hike. We took a Jeepney to the far side of Subic and commenced our journey on Philseco Road, then over the hill to barangay Balaybay, finishing in downtown Castillejos. We had a new hiker visiting from the USA with us, and he struggled some due to the heat and improper footwear. Also, one of our regular old-timers was experiencing some fatigue and weariness during the hike, possibly related to low pressure. Both of them made it down to the other side of the hill climb but took frequent rest stops along the way. Once we were back on the pavement, they bid us farewell and grabbed a trike. I saw both later in the afternoon, and there didn’t appear to be any repercussions from their ordeal. It all goes with the adventure!

A Genesis photo op (In the beginning…)
Marching along Philseco
The first cookie delivery of the day to the mother of a former Hasher
And then we turned right and were heading for the hills
A gay time going up the old dirt road
Mucho grassy ass!
The summit of our efforts is achieved
Tim chose poorly with his shoe selection and compounded the error by not wearing socks
The view from here
Someday this will be a bypass road, although in the year since we were last here, nothing has been accomplished.
Back in the flat and deciding which way to go from here
Scott took a much needed breather while we discussed our next steps
This farmer kindly pointed out the most efficient way to go
But this old bull had our path blocked. Ed grabbed his rope and encouraged the cow to let us pass. We did so without incident.
Bringing up the rear, but still plodding forward
Water worker
Another cookie dispensation
The two weary members of the group make their escape
Looking downriver from whence we came
And upriver to an unknown future destination
This family waved and shouted friendly greetings as we passed, so naturally, we returned some sweetness. I thought they were enjoying a family picnic, but I was wrong about that.
It was a remembrance gathering. Four years younger than me.
Appreciate the beauty of life while you have it!
Our trek covered 7.5 kilometers

We had to wait on the busy highway in Castillejos to catch a ride home. The first few Jeepneys and busses were all filled to capacity. Finally, one came along that we could all squeeze inside, and the long ride back to Barretto went without incident.

I didn’t have much time to kill once I got back home. I got showered up, had a bite to eat, and then headed out to the VFW for the annual Hash meeting that began at 2:00 p.m.

Shie wanted a picture of my Drunkin Grownups shirt.

There were no changes in leadership or other excitement during the meeting. I did make a motion that Subic Hashers, with over 1000 runs (there are only four), should have the weekly Hash fee (300 pesos) waived in recognition of their longstanding loyalty and achievement. It passed! So, there was that. This being a Hash meeting, beer was available, and I had four of them during the ninety-minute duration of my participation. Then, we moved on to It Doesn’t Matter for some after-meeting comradery.

Some of the Hash girls joined in the fun later.

So, I’m not much of a day drinker, much preferring my usual 5-8 p.m. window. Starting early means I finish early and drink more in the process (twelve bottles of Zero yesterday). I did have an early dinner of chicken nuggets from the IDM kitchen. Home by 6:30, had some sugar-free jello, surfed the net, and went to bed before 8:30. Swan joined in a Hash girls’ night out and seemed to enjoy herself judging by the pictures. She was beside me when I awoke this morning, so all must be well in the world.

It’s been a good year so far.

My Friday weigh-in has me at 235.5 pounds, down 31.6 since November 1. My goal is 199 pounds, so I’m not quite halfway there.

So, here are some memories from this date in history:

Thirteen years ago, the wife and I spent the night on the sailboat of my high school buddies, Rod and Pat Headlee, in North Carolina as they were heading down the east coast for the Caribbean. I’ve not heard from them for a couple of years, and Rod mysteriously disappeared from Facebook. I’ve had several friends ghost me recently, and I fear it may be because they have, in fact, become ghosts. Miss those good times, my friends!
Twelve years ago, I was enjoying my life as a fat man darter in Itaewon.

Eight years ago, I blogged about my health issues on an ill-fated trip to the Philippines to ring in the new year in a post called Stayin’ Alive. This was before I was diagnosed with COPD. My Korean doctor wanted to hospitalize me and pump me full of antibiotics. I bought a nebulizer instead, which kept me going until I got the proper diagnosis and treatment at the Army hospital on Yongsan. That post has now been updated as an episode in The Story of My Life.

The view from my hotel room in Puerto Galera. That was the first and last time I visited that remote island, which was accessible only by ferry.
For some reason, three years ago I posted this photo of a poetry book I’ve possessed for decades on Facebook.

So, I went looking for the book this morning, and it was in the spare room where Swan stores her things. I’ve mentioned before that I’ve frequently seen her reading my poetry books. My quest was to find the poem I posted here on LTG a couple of days ago.

And commenter Kevin Kim was spot-on about the missing comma (should be, Where are you hiding, my love?). I’ll never see this poem quite the same way again.

And when I was preparing to take that photo above, I noticed that the page corner had been folded down. I asked Swan about that, and she said she always likes to mark her favorites that way. Wow! A girl with the same taste in poetry as me! What are the odds?

It’s good to be alive to remember those days from the past and great to be alive to make new ones!

I feel sorry for the true believers that trust the lying “experts.”

I’d say learn to think for yourself, but once a sheep, always a sheep, I suppose.

Today’s YouTube video is from The Filipina Pea, and I really enjoyed this one about the “ten bizarre things that will shock you about the Philippines.” Well, I’ve been living here going on seven years now, and I’ve seen most of these up close and personal. It made me smile when she mentioned the half-finished buildings I frequently photograph. And she has a strong rant about the litter culture here. Give it a watch; she’s easy on the eyes!

Now, it is humor time:

I’m glad I’m not stuck with a drama queen
Better to split hairs than an atom
So, that’s where it comes from! Despite my sordid history, I’ve somehow managed to avoid this curse.

So, that was yesterday, and yesterday’s gone. And so am I until tomorrow!

4 thoughts on “Another day in pictures

  1. Re: Doing a hike in “crocs”. Dont know how anybody could think hiking in those would be a good idea, especially without socks. Obviously does not get out and walk much.

  2. We had a new hiker visiting from the USA with us, and he struggled some due to the heat and improper footwear.

    Gee, lemme guess which one he is in that picture.

    Also, one of our regular old-timers was experiencing some fatigue and weariness during the hike, possibly related to low pressure.

    Not tire pressure, I assume.

    The view from here

    I like it!

    I thought they were enjoying a family picnic, but I was wrong about that.

    I’m curious about the concertina wire visible in the background.

    Appreciate the beauty of life while you have it!

    Quite a tree.

    Shie wanted a picture of my Drunkin Grownups shirt.

    And how do you pronounce that name? “She”? “Shy”? “Shee-ey”?

  3. Kev, He was exhausted, so it must have been low TIRED pressure. He said his blood pressure was under 100 when he woke up that morning.

    The wire on top of fences is a pretty standard security feature around here. That fence in the photo must belong to the neighbor because this house didn’t have a wall in the front. I looked at a house here as a potential rental with eight-foot-high walls and concertina wire on top. From inside, it felt like I was in prison. I couldn’t live that way.

    The spelling and pronunciation of her name don’t really jibe. It sounds like “Shay” to me.

  4. Brian, Well, he learned that the hard way. I’ve got to give him credit, though. He kept pushing on despite his obvious discomfort. Not a lot of other options in that situation, but still…

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