About John McCrarey

Born and raised in southern California. My career exodus has taken me to Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, South Carolina, Virginia, and Washington, DC. And as of 23 January 2005, Seoul, Korea. Married with 6 grown children (blended family). First grandchild is in the oven! I created this blog to document my adventures as an expat living and working in Korea. I'm also pretty confident that I will on occasion feel the need to express my views on current events and other matters I find of interest.

More than enough

If you spell the words “absolutely nothing” backwards, you get “Gnihton yletulosba”,
which ironically means absolutely nothing.

Well, there is more to today’s post than gnihton, but maybe not much. Let’s get started!

This week’s iteration of the Wednesday Walkers.
Walking on Wednesday
It got a little shady in places.
A safe-for-work shot of girls going down.
The final up to Alta Vista.
No, I didn’t forget you.
A tad shy of 5K for me yesterday.

The big part of my day was joining in the fund-raising gathering at It Doesn’t Matter to help Martin with the medical expenses after his serious motorcycle accident in Mindoro. He has since been transferred to the hospital at Clark in Angeles City, one of the better facilities around. Hopefully, he will recover from the numerous surgeries he is undergoing and be released soon. He is facing a LONG road to recovery.

What will we do without our Hash Santa?

So, the event appeared to be a success, with many of Martin’s friends, fellow bikers, and Hashers in attendance. The bar sold tickets at 500 pesos for five beers, and half of that went to Martin. I wound up buying three ticket packs, and also dropped some money in his collection box. Every little bit helps.

Hope to see you and your gal back at IDM soon!

The Eagles sang about taking it to the limit, and I might have taken a step or two beyond that yesterday. The 2 p.m. start time for the event was certainly a factor. And those fifteen beer tickets weren’t going to go to waste if I could help it. It was a good reminder that my normal three-hour drinking window is a wise choice in order to avoid the overindulgence that occurred at the gathering on Martin’s behalf.

I approve of this message. But I disapprove of the misplaced apostrophe.
A view from my seat.
A view with me in my seat. Swan’s sister (on the right) and brother-in-law (beside her) were also in attendance yesterday.

Anyway, good times for a good cause. We left around 6:30, and on the way home, I grabbed a roast beef dip sandwich at Sit-n-Bull. And a slice of pecan pie. I retroactively declared it a dietary cheat day. Swan and I were both in bed before eight and awakened in the wee hours of morning after a full night’s sleep. That’s the price you pay for an early start. Lesson learned? Maybe, maybe not.

Back in November 2007, I wrote about my snail’s pace progress on my journey to learn the Korean language. Trying and failing are lessons, too. It was funny remembering the ability to read Korean words without any understanding of what they meant. Duh ee na stee, indeed!

Three years ago, I had my first and last date with this gal I met on a dating website. I never had any luck finding a compatible match that way. Glad those days are over with.

Seven years ago, I was honored by the 8th Army at my farewell luncheon at Camp Humphreys in Pyeongtaek.

Getting pinned.
They deemed my service Superior.
And I’ve got the paper to prove it.
And as every leader knows, success is about the quality of the people you lead. I had a great team in the Directorate of Human Resources Management. Ah, those were the days.

Today’s YouTube video shares the sad story of an American who has been in jail for three years now, based solely on the allegations of abuse by his Filipina ex. Scary to think how easily that could happen to any of us here. Then again, she offered to withdraw the charges for four million pesos, and he refused because that would appear to be an admission of guilt. Hmm, I’d pay to stay out of a Filipino jail because I know I’d die inside of one.

And now for today’s dose of “humor”:

How do you tell them apart?
As I’m wont to say, I’m not a gynecologist, but I’ll have a look…
It’s a bad dad joke, Karma. Don’t retaliate, please!

And that’s yletulosba all I’ve got to say for today.

Getting what I wished for

Here’s the story of the unexpected occurrences on Tuesday. Don’t get your expectations up; it is just a twisted version of the usual.

I was just commenting about pineapples on the Big Homind’s blog the other day. Here’s what they had on offer at Royal yesterday. It’s a major cash crop here in the PI.

As a change of pace, I decided to walk home after grocery shopping. Once the goods were loaded, I paid my driver, said goodbye to Swan, and got ready to depart. And then I saw this:

Well, it was only flat on the bottom, but it still made driving impossible.
So, Danny got busy jacking things up and putting on the ritz, er, spare.

Once I saw things were under control, I began my journey home.

Where it started
The bay they call Subic
The writing wasn’t on the wall, but the artwork was.
I sometimes fantasize about living in the quiet village of Bantay Bayan.
A big cock I saw along the way.
Why I don’t trust sidewalks in the Philippines, especially after dark.
The fall might not kill you, but it would definitely ruin your day.
Another bay view
This candidate for Senator in the upcoming elections should campaign as the voice of the people. Or voce.
And then just as I was coming into Barretto, the skies opened wide and dumped rain by the buckets.

As I’ve complained about the heat the past few weeks, I thought about the upcoming rainy season. Better to be wet with rain than wet with sweat, I told myself. Yesterday, I was thinking, maybe not so much.

Once I was soaked, it didn’t matter much anymore, but the wet ground made walking a bit more challenging.
A lovely new waterfall
And then, like magic, the skies began to clear once I was back in Alta Vista. I guess Mother Nature’s revenge was complete, having given me what I asked for.
Home is where the heart is.
Wet and wild
Door-to-door from Royal is 6.18 kilometers. Now you know.

But the fun wasn’t done. It being Tuesday and all meant a visit to Baloy Beach was in our future.

Toes in the sand time
The filthy sand. The receding tide left a regurgitated deposit of litter on the beach. It should come as no surprise that the Philippines is one of the leading producers of garbage in the oceans.
The bay water was also much wavier than usual. The floating bar was rockin’ yesterday.

Swan and I both noticed that the music playlist yesterday was outstanding. A good mix of rock and roll classics really created a fun vibe.

One of the raft drivers decided to do a little fishing with a hook on a string.
And he caught one!
Back on the beach and headed for dinner.
At Treasure Island, as usual.

But a final unusual twist to the day was that a friend of Swan’s stopped by to see her.

Long-time readers may think she looks familiar. That’s my ex-girlfriend Marissa’s twin sister. Identical twins as it turns out. I’d never met her before last night.

Marissa has totally ghosted me, so I have no idea what’s happening with her these days. Her sister seemed nice, though.

I had tacos for dinner.
When you picked them up, the shells broke apart, so I had to eat my taco with a fork. It tasted okay, but I didn’t like eating it that way.

I had a chat with Bert, the owner of Treasure Island. He told me he had just purchased Sloppy Joe’s from the widow of the recently deceased owner, Joakim. I wondered what would happen to that bar, but this is good news. Bert said it will be closed for three weeks while undergoing a complete remodeling. Treasure Island is a much better place since he took over, so here’s hoping he can repeat that success with Sloppy Joe’s. Oh, I asked Bert if he was adding a kitchen, and he said a small one for simple foods. And one of those items will be a Sloppy Joe. Good one!

Not a bad day if I do say so myself. And since I’m writing the blog, I can say what I want!

Back to November 2007 in the archives journey. This post deals with my working life and the changes that were elevating my stress levels. Spoiler alert: I got through it.

Seven years ago, I enjoyed a farewell dinner with my friends Daniel and Justine.
This “photo” is obviously fake. But we do have Marines deployed here for an exercise.

Given that the photo above was the cover for today’s YouTube video, I’m taking its content with a grain of salt. Still, we are seeing closer military ties with the Philippines and taking steps that may deter Chinese aggression. Or preparing for the inevitable war. One of those.

And look who’s trying to be funny:

Maybe so, but it still fills a void.
Is that Notre Dame in the background?
Wanna bet?

Beer o’clock is coming early today, as I will be attending the gathering to support medical fundraising for Martin (18-Kilo Ass) at It Doesn’t Matter starting at 2 p.m. Last I heard, Martin was still hospitalized in the Mindoro province. Hopefully, we can help get him back home soon.

This is one of those songs I enjoyed hearing again on the floating bar yesterday:

Talk about immortality! Chuck Berry was rockin’ a floating bar with a song from 1958. Even the young Filipinas were bobbing their heads to the beat.

Leader of the pack

Well, by pack I mean the lame and sane Hashers that opted out of doing the crazy 10K trail Vienna Sausage crafted. I had an idea in mind for what I would do, and when I looked back after starting, I was shocked that so many people were following me. I guess it might have been a case of “if he can do it, I can, too” reasoning. I did have a hill climb planned, and about half of my group bailed and stayed on the street. And then three of the ones who started the climb gave up about halfway through. The three remaining shortcutters with me wound up intersecting with the official trail and we followed it the rest of the way back to the On-Home venue.

The long and short of it. I added 2K by walking from my house to the start.
The gathering at the starting point.
Follow me if you dare!
Up the tires at the beginning of the climb.
A pause for the breathless.
These three gave up and retreated partway up.
Stepping it up.
Almost there!
Well, I’ll be damned, here we are on the real trail. I had no idea our paths would cross.
The going got easier as the trail leveled out.
On-On!
Hello, my friend.
The Subic view
And the Barretto side of things.
The other side of town.
That piece of peninsula I’ll be buying in my do-over life.
I’ll take that as a sign.
Let’s get down to it, then.
The way I rolled.
Hanging around at our On-Home venue, the Bella Monte hotel.
Welcome back, Pubic Head.
Looks to be more than a handful, Fast and Loose.
My view at the after-Hash IDM gathering.

One of my group, Captain Prickhard, struggled mightily during the climb. He told me afterward that he recalled the days when I couldn’t keep up with him. Yeah, I’m doing much better lately now that my lungs aren’t causing me trouble.

And that was how my Hash Monday went down.

On this date, eleven years ago, I wrote a post entitled, “Sick on many levels,” recounting a recurring dream during which I was Aqualung, the star of a Jethro Tull song by that name. That was some weird shit I’d have forgotten all about if it wasn’t documented in the LTG archives.

Seven years ago, I completed my final Hash run with the Humphreys Hangover Hash House Harriers in Pyeongtaek.
Eight years ago, we had a cookout on the back deck of Shenanigans in Itaewon as I said goodbye to Seoul before moving down to Pyeongtaek.
Eleven years ago, I joined my wife at a temple in Ui-dong to celebrate Buddha’s birthday.
A rub but no tug.

Today’s YouTube video shows some street scenes from Manila in the 1930s. I probably would have liked it better back then. Although I did notice the traffic still sucked.

Here are some things you probably haven’t seen before (and likely hope you never will again):

Whatever you say, dear.
Don’t worry, be happy!
Damn, I meant to post this one yesterday…

And so it goes.

Well, you might have guessed what today’s music video song was going to be. The Shangri-Las were a bit before my time, but for some reason I remembered their biggest hit. Lead singer Mary Weiss died last year at 75 from COPD complications.

Once again

And hopefully, not for the last time! Yep, keep that Sunday sameness going because boring is better than dead, right?

And lest I forget, Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Anyway, started things off with the Sunday Candy Walk.

Our Wet Spot friend, Beth, joined us for the fun.
As usual, the kids were lining up for their weekly candy ration.

This week I videoed the seventh section of the walk. It’s a short one:

I got a kick out of this improvised swimming pool.
Feeling based.
Another fork in the road. We left it there.
Swan wanted to bring home some fresh fish for her lunch, so we stopped by the market in San Isidro.

The booth was hopping, so I knew the fish was fresh.

Another 5K Sunday

Next on the agenda was the weekly Hideaway feeding.

The hungry mouths I fed.
A hungry mouth being fed.

With that duty done, it was time once again to hit the beach.

Another busy Sunday at the beach. Rainy season is right around the corner, so now is the time to enjoy the sand.
And probably just a couple of more weeks to enjoy the floating bars.
Here’s to living in the moment! And as you can see, the cloudy skies precluded enjoying the sunset.
And here’s a shot of my fantasy. The other side of that peninsula is Baloy Beach. If my “do-over” afterlife dreams come true, I’ll be building a three-story house on that piece of land, taking full advantage of the million-dollar views. I’m thinking I’ll come to the Philippines in 1995 at forty years old. I’ll have my Army pension, but I’ll be independently wealthy from my purchase of tech stocks in the 80s. That’s the heaven I want!

But back to living this life I have now. Next stop, John’s place for dinner. Sometimes, it’s almost scary how my thinking is in sync with Swan’s. I floated the idea of sharing birria tacos and Korean-style chicken wings. Swan gave me an OMG! look, and said she was craving the wings, but still wanted a taco. She told me she had planned to ask if they would allow a special order of one taco (the menu offering is three), but my plan gave us both what we wanted. I got sixteen wings, so we had some leftovers for breakfast.

The coveted tacos
And the yummy wings

We’ve added Red Bar to our Sunday itinerary, so that was where we headed next. They had a big crowd inside the bar, but we prefer the ambiance of sitting on the patio anyway.

The view from our table.

We also did our customary nightcap at the Green Room before bringing our Sunday to a close.

My firstborn grandchild, Gracyn, celebrates her twentieth birthday today. I wrote a post nine years ago noting that her birthday was also a national holiday in Korea. I deem it worthy of inclusion as an episode in The Story of My Life.

And now for some Facebook memories:

Three years ago, I was feeling optimistic. Overall, I’d say things worked out better for me than I expected.

Five years ago, in the midst of the scamdemic hysteria, I posted this quote from John Adams:

“Be not intimidated, nor suffer yourselves to be wheedled out of your liberties by any pretenses of politeness, delicacy, or decency. These, as they are often used, are but three different names for hypocrisy, chicanery, and cowardice.”

–John Adams

Seven years ago, I climbed Younginsan in Asan for the final time.

The way to the top begins here.
Looking back from whence I came.
The beauty of Korea
But my Korean life was coming to an end.

Six days later, I was on the plane bound for my new life in the Philippines. And almost seven years since then, I’m still an “outsider” here. Today’s YouTube video discusses how a foreigner can never fully integrate with Filipino culture. I’m not sure why that comes as a surprise to him, and frankly, I have no problem whatsoever being an outsider. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.

Let’s end this with a smile:

Billy, don’t be a hero!
How come none of my teachers ever seduced me?
One of life’s mysteries

And that’s that. It’s Hash Monday, and Vienna Sausage is the Hare. I expect I’ll be making my own way today. Full report here tomorrow.

Today’s music selection is a little bit off the wall. The song was never a favorite, but I love the video. Cheers!

Spread your wings

By that, I mean just changing things up a tad. I hope that flies. But first, we stretched our legs with the Saturday Sweets Stroll.

The leaving Alta Vista view
Taking care of business

I did a short (less than 5 minutes) video of one section of the stroll so you, too, could sample the sweetness we dispensed:

Yeah, fuck ’em!
Doing her thing
Swan asked for a picture of this house because she wants something like this on her lot. I guess she was green with envy.
The view from here
Just shy of 6K

The title to this post might be somewhat misleading, but we didn’t do our usual venues, and that felt a bit like soaring to new heights. Different in the same way is perhaps a more accurate framing. Whatever you want to call it, we made our way to Baloy Beach to start our Saturday adventure.

The Drunken Sailor has recently reopened at the Baywatch Resort.

I’ve been waiting to find a true beach bar to enjoy whilst I partake in my evening beverages. I’m still waiting.

The view from our table passed the test. But I prefer sitting at a countertop to take it in.
Nothing wrong with the interior of the bar. Two pool tables and a dartboard. One waitress and one bartender. Okay music. But I don’t see anything that makes it stand out or will otherwise attract customers like me. Or maybe that’s not their goal. Two Filipinos were playing pool (not drinking, though) and were the only others in the bar during our stay. All the resort guests appeared to be locals as well.

Oh, and they didn’t have wine. The floating bars will be shutting down for the season soon, so I was scouting some possible alternatives. We won’t be back to the Drunken Sailor.

Keeping with our keeping it fresh modus operandi, we walked up the road to Harley’s for some grub.

The view from our perch at Harley’s.
And looking to the right.
I had the sausage plate.
And Swan did the mixed grill.
Watching this group posing in the water was entertaining enough.
At first, I thought she was a mermaid.

When I asked Swan where we should go next, I was surprised when she suggested Whiskey Girl. I reminded her that they didn’t have wine the last time we visited, but she said we should go and see my waitress friend there anyway. So, we grabbed a trike outside Harley’s and headed for Whiskey Girl. We were the only customers there when we arrived. And they still didn’t have any wine. Swan went to the bar and taught the bartender how to make her a Mai Tai cocktail. Talk about going with the flow.

My old friend Kim was working. She lives in San Isidro, and we occasionally see her on the Sunday Candy Walk (we did today).

Kim got a lady drink, we had cookies and lollipops to share with the rest of the girls, and it was a pleasant enough visit. I suppose it will again be months before we return, but that’s what happens in a small town with fifty bars.

We then crossed the highway and did our nightcap at Queen Victoria. The joint was surprisingly hoppin’ when we arrived.

We don’t come to Queen Vic that often either. I used to be a semi-regular here in the old days, but now it is on the opposite side of town from my usual hangouts.

We had an enjoyable visit (with wine for Swan) and then headed home to give our “wings” a well-earned rest. You might say our Saturday flew by.

I saw this today and found it worthy of sharing:

If you hate Trump more than you love your country, that’s on you.

From the LTG archives is a post from November 2007 that included the obituary I wrote for my boss, Walt Washington, after he succumbed to cancer. He’s the guy who took a chance and hired me to work for the Army in Korea. I wound up filling his position as Deputy Director, and a year later, was promoted to the 8th Army Director, Human Resources Management. Fate has a strange way of taking you places you never thought you’d go.

From Facebook memories, I became a smarter man twelve years ago.

Well, at least my phone was smarter. My first modern phone.

Today’s YouTube video is also a long-ago memory. I came across a post on Facebook that the mall in my old hometown of Westminster, California, is being torn down. Wow, I remember when it was built. Malls are shutting down all over America these days, but here in the Philippines, they are still very popular places for the locals to go and hang out. Probably for the aircon and Wi-Fi, but still…

Let’s see if I can do better today:

I was wrong not to read this.
Yes, an elevator ride does have its ups and downs.
A prescription for having a good time and always looking to get my daily dose!

And here we are, back to my Sunday normalcy. Coming up, the Hideaway feeding, then some beers on the Arizona floating bar, followed by dinner at John’s place. It never gets old.

Friday night lights

Of course, we can’t get to Friday night until we’ve exhausted the daylight, so let’s start with how that went down. As you might have guessed, the morning was spent hiking.

A big turnout for the Friday group hike

We were hoping for a shady walk, and had a 50% success in finding one.

It was so hot I was hearing voices in the trees.
A whiter shade of pale?
Mother and child reunion
Told you it was hot!
We didn’t start the fire
That mountain that stalks me
Heading for the hills, we ran into the Virgin Mary (that’s her on the left).
The view from on high
There’s that shade we’ve been looking for!
Decisions, decisions. We went straight.
The female contingent bringing up the rear. Hmm, that almost sounds lewd somehow.
Laundry day down by the creek. Cookies make everything sweeter.
The path of our 6.5K journey.

And when it was time to hit the town for some Friday evening excitement, this is how we rolled.

First stop was a rare visit to my old darts hangout, Alley Cats. Good to see some familiar faces from days gone by again.

Staying with the theme of places we don’t go to much, we climbed the stairs up to BarCelona for our next stop.

Looking inside
And looking out

Part of my motivation for the visit was to see my old friend Jenn who is working there again. Except she wasn’t last evening. And I guess the bar ran short of wine because Swan wasn’t happy when she was served a half-full (or was it half-empty?) glass. She was going to send it back and order something else, but I convinced her to keep what she had because we wouldn’t be staying long anyway.

This meme popped up on my phone right after that wine shortage incident. We both got a laugh out of that.

And to give BarCelona its due, shortly before we left, the waitress advised that they had now restocked the wine. Good for them, but we were off to dinner. Next time!

So, we planned to visit Jewel Cafe for our meal, but when we arrived, they had a large group (more than twenty) at one table waiting to be served. I knew that was going to swamp the small kitchen staff, so we decided to eat elsewhere.

I was surprised when Swan suggested Mugshots. Another venue we almost never visit, but they do have a kitchen, wine, and beer, so why not?

A very limited menu, but in my opinion, that’s a good thing for a bar venue. Doing a few simple things well is the way to go.

We ordered the chicken wings and chicken tenders. Swan said the wings were the best she’d had, and she also liked how juicy the tenders were.

I personally liked Mugshots better when it had a pool table instead of a dance stage, but it still has a cozy ambiance.
Our bartender was also very friendly.

We moved on to a more familiar place for our nightcap: Wet Spot.

Our regular seats at the “backslappers” table. It was good to see owner Dave out and about again. He’d been ill for the past couple of months.
The SOB was still going on down the road at Whiskey Girl, but the bar filled up later for the Aftermath.

Our time out was up before the Aftermath started, so we triked back home and called it a night. Our day was more of the usual same-same, but with different seasonings.

Saw this map on Facebook, which shows some of the more popular places in Barretto and Baloy Beach.

In other news, there was a big accident on the expressway at Tarlac, with at least ten fatalities. I’ve passed through that toll booth where the wreck occurred (a bus with a sleeping driver plowed into a line of cars at full speed) many times. One more thing to think about the next time I pass this way.

And I came across this controversy involving Bill Belichick and his much younger wife. Made me smile because that age gap is the norm where I live. I know of one old fucker here who dated an eighteen-year-old, if you can imagine that!

They are making the breast of the weather back in the USA. (That’s real, by the way.)

So, as my journey through the LTG archives continues, I was shocked to discover that I didn’t post anything at all in September and October of 2007. What the hell happened? It turns out that I was every bit as clueless back then as I am today. And that ignorance led to my blog going offline for several weeks. I wrote about what happened in this post from November 2007. And no, I had no recollection of any of this before reading that post again today.

Facebook memories from this day in history:

Twelve years ago, I spent a lovely weekend on the east coast of Korea at Daepohang.
Fourteen years ago, I shared the gallery on the dining room wall at my Columbia, South Carolina, residence. Damn, where did everyone go?
I clipped this family shot out of that photo above because I have no idea where the original is now. Mom and Dad, brothers Keith and Greg, my kids Renee and Kevin, and nephews Jason and Joshua. That must be from twenty or more years ago.

Maybe I really have died, and the Philippines is my heaven (or hell).

Today’s YouTube video is an update on that vlogger Vitaly. He is so fucked.

Your daily dose of “humor”:

Hear you go…
Just for shits and giggles
If you have a thirst for more of this crap, come back tomorrow!

That’s all I’ve got for now.

Mostly normal

Back in the groovy routines of an ordered life once more. So, there was no need to shout “May Day!” yesterday, although it being a holiday here (Labor Day) made for some heavier-than-normal traffic to deal with when crossing the highway. I survived it, though, and I’m thankful for the opportunity to share my account of the day with some accompanying photographs for your viewing pleasure.

We began the morning with a long Jeepney ride to Castillejos for a walkabout on some seldom-visited roads. It had been long enough since my last visit that I forgot where I was going and wound up missing my favorite portion of the hike. Oh well, that’s just the way it goes sometimes with my increasingly addled brain. Everything old is new again!

Beth and Swan shared the adventure.
The way ahead.
False advertising. The area was Spock-less.
As seen on the wall of an abandoned resort. Cheers!
Govic highway, good to see you, my old friend. Govic highway, we’ve seen better days. The morning after blues, from my head down to my shoes. Govic highway, let me slip away, slip away on you.
Off the highway, and Lightfooting it on the backroads of Castillejos.
A mansion in the boondocks.
Those teeth ain’t gonna rot by themselves!
A gathering of angels.
A tree that caught my eye.
My misdirection put us back on the National Highway much further up the road than I intended, so we had the added joy of walking in heavy traffic.
The blue is where I should have gone. Well, we did 7K on a hot day, so there’s that.

For our Thursday evening out, we did the other side of town for a change of scenery.

Passed another funeral banner on the way into town. This guy was fifteen years older than me. That’s my goal! Well done, Anastacio!
First stop, Outback for the beach views.
No, that’s not a beach.

Swan’s solitary glass of wine and my three beers later, we headed up the beach to Mango’s for some dinner.

The pork chop platter, as usual. We shared one.

Then, for our nightcap, we visited a bar that is becoming one of our favorites, Cloud 69. It’s a smaller dancing girl bar, but they play good music, and it has a cozy and comfortable ambiance.

Treats for the sweet is the way I roll these days. The gals seem to appreciate the gesture. I still buy a lady drink or two for the hard-working waitress who serves us.
And I decided to implement my Alaska routine by tipping each of the dancers 50 pesos for their performance.
This photo cracked me up. Tipping is done, and the girls are all focused intently on the big-spending Japanese guys who came into the bar.
And the guys didn’t disappoint, picking their favorite gals to join them at the table with some lady drinks.

I talked about the ambiance of Cloud 69. When we had the bar to ourselves, they played music that an old guy like me enjoys. When the new group came in, they played songs for them, including some Japanese rap, something I never knew existed. No complaints from me, it was entertaining watching the action.

With Sheryl, our waitress. We first met her when she worked at Alaska Club.
And just before we departed, Ashley, our friend from It Doesn’t Matter, came in. Apparently, she has a side business selling Avon products to the bar girls in town. It was nice seeing her.

And so, another nice day in the life came to an end.

Today’s journey through the LTG archives brought back a reminder of the transient friendships that were a unique aspect of my life in Korea. Many of the people I met in the Itaewon bars and dart league were soldiers. And soldiers only stayed in Korea for a one-year tour (sometimes two) before moving on to their next assignment. Such was the case with Mario, and in a post from August 2007, I recount the traditional farewell dart tournament held in his honor. This post is the first I’ve seen where the photographs haven’t disappeared. They are not above the captions like they should be, but they are there in reverse order at the end of the post. One of the photos is of Se Hwa, my first Korean love. It was good to recall the timeframe of our courtship. So, this post has earned The Story of My Life tag.

This isn’t one of my personal memories, but seeing this meme today took me back to those glory days of the 1970s. I drank my share of Boone’s Farm wine, that’s for sure.

But I do have some Facebook memories from this day in the life:

Seven years ago, I paid my final visit to the Camp Humphries commissary. One of the perks of working for the Army that I’ve missed ever since.
Eight years ago, I left the hustle and bustle of Seoul for my new life in sleepy Anjeong-ri. It took some getting used to.
I also signed my lease for the Star Palace, my new residence in Anjeong-ri, eight years ago. Uncle Sam picked up the tab, which is another great benefit of working for the Army overseas.

Today’s YouTube video is another from Smart Girl Philippines. There is something about her that makes me smile whenever she talks. Most of what she says makes sense as well.

Let’s try these on for size:

This one is a a little flat…
Why have I never heard of this?
More and more, every day.

At least I remembered to update the blog, so there’s that. Let’s see if I remember to come back tomorrow.

Health and well-being

Greetings fellow travelers in the blogosphere. Here is a quick report on the things I experienced during yesterday’s journey.

My driver arrived on time for the rescheduled grocery shopping excursion. He profusely apologized for the Tuesday mix-up. He told me he had sent another driver to cover for him, but the other driver never showed, claiming he could not find my house. Oh well, at least he tried. I missed the outing with the Wednesday Walkers, but my shelves are now restocked with the weekly food supply.

The big news from shopping was that Royal stocked some sugar-free pudding for the first time in almost a year. They only had one flavor (cheesecake), but I bought twelve of the thirteen boxes on the shelf. I left the one, hoping it might trigger someone to reorder more.

So, the day’s big event was visiting the Ulticare Hospital for some tests. I started with a chest x-ray, had some blood drawn, and peed in a cup. And then I had an ultrasound reading of my abdomen and those vital organs that lie within. The findings: liver, gallbladder, biliary tree (had to look that one up), pancreas, spleen, right kidney, prostate, and urinary bladder are all normal. Hooray! But what about that left kidney? Well, there is “a 2.3-centimeter simple cyst in the cortical mid-segment of the left kidney.”

I shared the results with Dr. Jo, and she and hubby Chris agreed that, given the small size of the cyst and lack of symptoms, no surgical intervention is warranted at this time. The pain I was feeling last week has disappeared for the most part, and Dr. Jo speculates that the cause of the pain is not kidney-related. So, that’s the kind of news I was hoping for.

In between the hospital tests and my late afternoon appointment with Dr. Jo, we had a late lunch at John’s place. Well, it was technically a break fast, as I hadn’t eaten for over eight hours. After the meal, we stopped at Sloppy Joe’s to pay our respects to the recently deceased owner, Joakim. I hadn’t heard of a scheduled gathering, but the place was packed with friends and customers raising toasts to his memory.

A lot of the attendees were Joakim’s motorcycle club buddies.

I’ve heard that Joakim was 56 years old when he died, and he had been suffering from prostate cancer. I understand he also has a Filipina wife and a recently born child. I’m unclear if he was the sole proprietor of Sloppy Joe’s or what the future holds for the bar.

After Sloppy Joe’s, I visited Dr. Jo, and then it was time to continue my liver exercise program, starting at the Green Room. I played a couple of games of pool with waitress Chu and didn’t totally embarrass myself. I had a “buy one, get one” coupon for the Alaska Club, so that’s where we did our nightcap. I did my usual 50 peso tip for each of the dancers, and of course, we took care of our waitress friends as well.

And that’s how my day went.

And she’s the future of the Dimocratic Party.

As I was going threw the LTG archives for August 2007, I came across this post about misusing the word through (like I did intentionally in this sentence). I smiled when I saw that I gave a shout-out to my favorite grammar Nazi, Kevin Kim. Luckily, I caught the error before he did, but over the subsequent years, I’ve given him ample opportunities for (justified) criticisms of similar errors.

Five years ago, that was me. I kept hiking in the hills by day, and I found a couple of “speakeasy” bars for my nighttime pleasure.
That was also me five years ago, with my “fuck your lockdown” face. (Apparently, I couldn’t find an open barber, though.)
Seven years ago, I turned the page of my final month in Korea and set my sights on the date of my move to the Philippines.

Today’s YouTube video is a short from Reekay that explains why most Filipinas you meet don’t have a boyfriend. They should just be honest and say, “Not anymore!”

And then there was this:

I never saw such a problem…
You get what you pay for…
And that sews up today’s bad humor.

Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from. See you here tomorrow!

I like the music video better than the song, but the song ain’t bad either.

A beach of a day

Some days things don’t go according to plan—nothing to do about that but make the best of it. Let’s get started:

I ordered a new Fitbit from Lazada, and it was delivered on Monday when I was at the Hash. I always have purchases sent on a COD basis to reduce the risk of being scammed. Since I wasn’t going to be home, I left the 8000 pesos with my helper, and she paid for the delivery. I got up Tuesday morning to unwrap and set up my Fitbit, and knew immediately something was wrong. The box was too large and too heavy to contain a fitness tracker.

This is what was inside the box.

I’m thinking this has to be a scam rather than a mistake. So, I had Swan help me file the return claim, and the seller has five days to respond. As of now, I haven’t heard anything.

Tuesday is shopping day, and my driver picks us up around 8 a.m. I had confirmed with him on Monday that we were a go. Then I got a message a few minutes before he was due to arrive that he had an “emergency” and was in Manila. I guessed that he had gotten a more lucrative offer for transport there and blew off my measly shopping excursion. It wouldn’t have pissed me off if he had given me advance notice so I could make other arrangements. I can wait a day or two to buy groceries, but yesterday, I was scheduled for an abdominal ultrasound, and I was going to stop by the hospital on the way to the supermarket. Since I’d been fasting all morning, I wasn’t in the best of moods anyway.

So, Swan, my helper, and I hoofed it down to the highway and caught a trike. As we approached the hospital here in Barretto, the trike driver was in the wrong lane, and when I called out, my helper told me the ultrasound appointment was in Olongapo. Bullshit! I told the trike to pull over, and I got out. I admit I lost my temper and yelled a bit about going to Olongapo for a test I could do here in town. My helper said there was no appointment available locally until Wednesday. So what? I ain’t riding a trike all the way to Olongapo City. Again, it wouldn’t be a big deal if my driver had shown up, but I wasn’t in the mood to make a pointless journey. Bottom line, I’ll be doing the ultrasound this afternoon here in town.

I had told Scott I’d see him at the hospital, thinking I was going to be there anyway. So, we made a stop there for a quick visit. He seems to be doing well. Next up on my revised agenda was ending my fast. I got some steps in by walking the 2K to Sit-n-Bull. Since the day had already gone to shit, I threw out my diet plan and surrendered to my craving for high-calorie breakfast.

That got me started…
…and the French toast finished the job.

With my hunger pangs satiated, Swan and I caught a Jeepney to Olongapo (yeah, yeah, the hypocrisy is astounding) and visited the shopping mall. There were some things I’d been needing, so why not?

Every day shoes (the Skechers), some Merrells for hiking, a backpack, and a belt. Something finally went right!

We took a taxi home, confirming the 300 peso fare in advance. When we arrived at the house, I asked the driver what he preferred: 250 and a 100 peso tip, or 300 with a 50 peso tip. His English was good enough that he got the joke and laughed.

After that, things were pretty much back on track for the remainder of the day. It being Tuesday, we engaged in our usual Baloy Beach adventure.

Toes in the sand time.
Is that beautiful or threatening?
The Kokomo’s floating bar awaits our arrival.
Those two gents were buying shots for all the crew.
And then this happened: a thunderstorm with heavy rain descended upon us. We weren’t expecting that!
The storm hadn’t quite caught up with the sun yet…
…so we got to enjoy something of a sunset.
The rain was coming down in torrents as we prepared to depart the floating bar.
Those angry skies pursued us on the beach.
Next stop, the relative safety and comfort of Treasure Island.
They had Fox News on the big screen TV. I was glad there was no sound so we could enjoy the music, though. The captions were all about Trump’s first 100 days. Lots more days to go and lots more work to be done.

I neglected to photograph our meals (sweet and sour pork for me, grilled pork chop for Swan), but they were good, as usual. After our meal, we were homeward bound. And so ended my out-of-kilter Tuesday.

I guess seeing Fox News triggered me:

There’s a theme to these. It’s all about what you choose to believe. Don’t take my word for it.

So, now it is August 2007 in the LTG archives. I’m still posting sporadically, but that makes the catch-up posts more interesting than they otherwise might be. A drunken weekend, including my first ever trip to Songtan, is featured in today’s entry for The Story of My Life. Damn, staying out until 0500 drinking soju with trannies…who is that guy and whatever happened to him? As much as I enjoy imbibing my Zeros, I’m out of the old me’s league these days.

Some more memories from the good ol’ days:

Three years ago, this gal was winning the hearts of my boys. I also enjoyed her “treats”, but it was not meant to be.
Five years ago, this was the scamdemic grocery shopping experience. Hurry up and wait. Keep your distance.
Since we were only allowed outside for essential goods, I made sure I bought three cases of Tiger beer.

Twelve years ago, I posted this amazing Hyundai commercial. One of the best ads ever!

Twenty years ago, I found my first bar home in Itaewon, Sweet Carolines. I had a few dates with the gal on the left, Mi Soon. I wonder whatever happened to her.

We haven’t checked in with the Filipina Pea in a while. In today’s YouTube video, she explores why men are reluctant to approach women these days. Honestly, I haven’t noticed that, but then again, I spend most of my out-of-the-house time in bars, and that’s where the gals are PAID to approach you. YMMV.

Sending smiles your way:

Okay, even I groaned at that one.
Geez, don’t put me on snooze, I’ll do better.
Okay, I’ll do better tomorrow. I promise!

And now it’s time to get ready to have my innards looked at via ultrasound. The pain I’d been experiencing has diminished significantly, but I have a gut feeling it is best to verify that all is well inside.

S-H-I-T-T-Y

T-R-A-I-L

Shitty trail (it sucked!)
Shitty trail (it really sucked!)
The Hares have laid another shitty trail
I would rather drink this beer than run your shitty trail
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L

That’s the lyrics to the actual Hash song we sing to the Hares each week. Sometimes it applies more than others. The only thing wrong with yesterday’s Hash trail was some poor marking. That resulted in some of us taking a wrong turn and climbing an unintended hill. Apparently, we followed an old trail marking that should have been obliterated, or fresh powder showing the proper way should have been dumped to prevent the confusion. Oh well, if that’s the most this grumpy old Hasher has to complain about, things are pretty close to dandy. Rather than retreat at the top of the faux hill, we took an alternate way down, then made the rest of the journey to the On-Home along Govic Highway. Not the most pleasant route on a hot day, but you do what you gotta do.

The route the Hares laid. The blue line is the wrong turn some of us made.
The Gash were the Hares this week. It was a good trail up until where I lost it. Don’t be shy about dropping more powder next time!
The trail followed the familiar “My Bitch” route at the beginning. Swan and I started in Alta Vista and intersected the trail at Four Corners.
Mountain Mama Onelia’s place
Onelia
A view of the Kalakalan Ridge
That cabin in the woods I like to imagine living in. Well, maybe on weekends. And what’s that mountain in the distance?
Ah, you can see Easter Mountain from “my” cabin.
Getting passed by the runners (we had a 30-minute head start).
I had it on good authority that we were going around Black Rock, not over it.
The climb to nowhere begins.
Nice views from here, but not a trail to be found.
Fuck it, we’ll find our own way down.
We made it safely to this week’s On-Home venue, Smokes and Bottles.
One of my favorite Hash venues
That would be me.
Time to Circle up!
The Hares on ice.
The way I rolled was right at 8K.

Then the usual after-Hash revelry at It Doesn’t Matter to end the day.

Pubic Head (Scott) was missed at the Hash, but I’m happy to report he has been freed from hospital confinement. I saw him this morning at the Ulticare Hospital in Barretto where he was consulting with the cardiology folks. Hope they can cure whatever it is that ails him, but thankfully, he is showing no signs of stroke damage.

I also learned last night that another Hasher, 18-Kilo Ass (Martin) was severely injured in a motorcycle accident. Lots of broken bones, including a leg, but he’s still in the fight.

I’ll be there!

And in yet more bad news, I learned today that Joakim, the owner of Sloppy Joe’s bar, passed away last night.

A very nice guy gone too soon. Rest in Peace!

I’ll give the political memes a rest today.

This post from the July 2007 LTG archives recounts a wild trip to the USA that started in Florida and finished in California with stops in Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and San Francisco. I’m thinking I haven’t been back to most of those places since then. Sadly, the photos I shared in a separate post from that trip are gone now. I still haven’t figured out what happened. And so goes another memory from The Story of My Life.

Some other memories from this day in history:

Two years ago, I attended the gathering at Harley’s honoring the memory of the recently deceased Alan, Swan’s long-time love. I have big shoes to fill.
Three years ago, this gal came all the way from Angeles City to spend the weekend with me.
Naturally, I took her to John’s place for dinner.
And she also enjoyed hiking with us.

In the end, she proved to be too crazy, even for me.

Seven years ago, I took my farewell hike on the Han River
And later that day, there was the farewell dart tournament at Shenanigans in Itaewon.
And I was honored to be bestowed with this award from the Seoul International Dart League.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end…

Today’s YouTube video brings us back to the present and some of the crazy stuff you see in the Philippines. Going on seven years here now, but I still haven’t seen it all. I did get to experience witnessing the eating off of banana tree leaves with the fingers thing recently.

And now for some funny business:

Don’t make her get out the whips and chains!
It wasn’t me, I swear!
Or carry some lube…

And there you have if from the survivor of another Hash. Now to get on with the rest of my life.

Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Under the Sunday

I briefly visited Scott in the ICU ward at Ulticare Hospital yesterday. Visiting hours are from 4 to 6 p.m., and only one person is allowed in at a time. Scott’s girlfriend and another pal were there waiting, so I didn’t do more than a quick check-in. The good news is that he looked a lot better than I expected. The stroke-like symptoms he had experienced in the early morning hours (paralysis on one side, inability to speak) had disappeared for the most part, and it doesn’t appear there was any lasting damage. I messaged him this morning, and he will undergo an ultrasound today and hopefully be released. Scary how quickly everything can change, and a reminder that at our age, time is the most precious gift of all.

The Sunday Candy Walk went as it usually does. Here’s a video clip of Section Six of our weekly route:

I’m going to conquer you again, just be patient!

So, I advanced the Hideaway feeding by an hour so I could be at the hospital when visiting hours commenced. I had to leave before the food arrived, but Joy sent a photo thank you.

Eat hearty, live long!

Sunday traffic is insane on the highway. Zambales province, with its multitude of beaches, brings the big city folks out for the weekend.

The highway had a parking lot vibe as I made my way to the floating bar.
Barretto Beach was still busy
Here comes my ride.
Beating the heat

When I arrived, there were two white guys on board, and one of them was buying rounds of tequila shots for the girls. I saw when he paid that he’d spent 5000 pesos during his visit. Good for him and good for the girls! And good for me since I wasn’t the one paying.

With the big spenders gone, the girls had nothing left to do except fight boredom.
This is what we come for
And we were not disappointed.
See you next time!
Another fun in the Sunday.
Still busy on the beach as we made our way to John’s place.

We decided we’d share our meals:

Half a roast beef and cheese sandwich has half the calories, right? (I passed on the fries.)
And regular readers know what Swan was craving.

As usual, it all tasted good. Swan wanted to go to Cloud 69 for our nightcap, but we discovered upon arrival that the bar is closed on Sundays. So, we retreated to our other old favorite, Green Room, and had the usual good time hanging out.

Just a tad too much goodness.

How about one of those memes?

Keep it up, it’s working!

It’s July 2007 in my journey through the LTG archives. The post I found worthy of inclusion in The Story of My Life was one of those “catch-up” entries, but what was interesting to me was that I talked about the Philippines for the first time. I’d still never been, but I’d been researching and was pleasantly surprised to discover how well I could live there on a government pension. See, it wasn’t the women that brought me here! I’d even tentatively picked January 2, 2011, as the date I’d check out of the rat race. Things change, of course, but I did retire (temporarily) on that day, but moved to South Carolina with the Korean woman destined to become my wife. The Philippines would have to wait another seven years to capture my soul.

On this day in my Facebook history:

One year ago, I came across this inspiring graffiti during one of my hikes.
Five years ago, I was sharing one of the obvious motivations behind the scamdemic.
Seven years ago, my friends in Seoul threw a going-away party as I made final preparations for my move to the Philippines.
Also, seven years ago, I took Kevin Kim on an ass-kicking Namsan hike.
Eight years ago, I was hanging out at Shenanigans in Itaewon with Natasha and Sohee. This pic makes me sad, because Sohee committed suicide a couple of years later. One of the sweetest gals I ever knew.

Today’s YouTube video reveals the seven things you should never say to a Filipina you are dating. Don’t say you weren’t warned!

It’s better to smile than to grimace:

No one is above the law.
Give it time, it will grow on you.
This is probably what got Picard interested in plants.

And now to prepare for another Hash Monday. Will miss seeing Scott on trail today, but hopefully he’ll be back at it soon.

Haven’t heard this one in a LONG time. Things have only gotten worse for the Johnny’s since those happy days in the 80s.

Just winging it

Woke up to some bad news this morning. My good friend and hiking buddy Scott is in the hospital after experiencing stroke-like symptoms. His girlfriend messaged that he is paralyzed on one side and was unable to speak. I’ve subsequently heard that he has regained his voice. I’m going to try to visit him this afternoon in the ICU ward to see if there is anything he needs.

Here’s hoping you are back on your feet and hiking again soon, Scott!

And now for the comparatively mundane report on my yesterday. Starting with the Saturday Sweets Stroll.

A street in Alta Vista offered for comparison to the surrounding neighborhoods.
Leaving my subdivision and heading to Neighborhood #1.
Lechon on the grill.
The first ‘hood.
The morning’s first dispensation.
Done with #1.
Born the same year as me.
The second neighborhood.
Passing the Santo Tomas marketplace on the way to Neighborhood #3.
Easter Mountain from here.
This made me smile…the kids were waiting patiently for our arrival.
In the ‘hood #3.
Busy, busy
As always, the most dangerous part of the day is crossing the National Highway
Neighborhood #4
They saw us coming in Neighborhood #5.
Line up!
The seemingly deserted path through Neighborhood #6.
But the kids came out for something sweet.
My favorite part of the stroll.
Out of candy and out of kids. Let’s go home.

I asked Swan what she’d like to do for her Saturday evening out, and she wanted to hear the live music at Treasure Island on Baloy Beach. And so that’s what we did.

We arrived as the Engine Band was beginning its first set.

I’ve mentioned before that Engine is one of the more popular bar bands around. They didn’t disappoint last night. They opened with songs from Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, Pink Floyd, and the Rolling Stones. These are all ’60s powerhouses that you seldom hear in the bars anymore. Hey, us old timers can still rock to the beat of our generation!

I made a video of Engine doing Cocaine (the song, not the powder):

And when Engine takes a break, another band takes the stage. Star Network features three female singers, and perhaps it is not surprising that they play a lot of ABBA tunes.

We ordered a plate of wings to munch on while we listened to the music.

Tasty they were. The food at TI is the best on Baloy.

I did another short (two-minute) video of the sun, the beach, and the Treasure Island venue.

And Swan took my three videos above, and spliced them into this work of art:

A good day at the beach.

The sun went down, but we weren’t quite done. I had a “buy one, get one” SOB coupon burning a hole in my pocket, so we grabbed a trike and headed to Wet Spot for our nightcap. Ran into the neighbors during our visit, so got a free ride home when the fun was done.

All that fun, and I still didn’t exceed my self-imposed boundaries. Up and down, it all balances out, right?

Speaking of keeping things in balance:

This cracked me up, because I’ll post a stupid meme with no commentary at all, and invariably get a long response from a lefty friend, especially my pal Jeremy. He’s a smart guy, but his dogma isn’t anything new, so I mostly ignore it.

Today’s dose of stuff I found elsewhere on the web, and slapped up on Facebook to be entertained by heads exploding:

That has a familiar “ring” to it.
Jeremy responded to this one that I still don’t understand the science. The science that is bought and paid for?

Okay, that’s just about enough (too much?) of that for now.

I’m not sure what the standards are for this rating, but for whatever reason, Barretto came out on top:

Now, do something about the traffic!

Back in the day, I would occasionally post links to LTG on my Facebook page. I stopped doing that mainly because I prefer the illusion of anonymity, since almost everyone in my little town knows everyone else. But eleven years ago, I linked to a post called “Sloppy Seconds” (get your mind out of the gutter, it wasn’t about that!). Everything was different for me in those days, but it was a happy time and worthy of inclusion in The Story of My Life.

Speaking of the past, back in 2007, I took my Korean girlfriend, Se Hwa, with me to the USA. We landed in San Francisco, then drove to Las Vegas. She fulfilled her dream of doing a tandem skydive (not for me, though). The next day, we visited the north rim of the Grand Canyon and walked on this glass-bottomed outcrop over the canyon:

I have a fear of heights, and it felt freaky. But Se Hwa totally flipped out, dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled back to land. I said, “damn, girl. You just jumped out of an airplane yesterday.”
Eleven years ago, I had an after-lunch coffee with Kevin Kim in Itaewon. We had dined at the Brazilian steak house up the road. Damn, that meat was good.
Seven years ago, I made my last “official” visit to Seoul and met with the leaders of the Korean Employees Union to say my goodbyes.

Today’s YouTube video poses the question: Are Filipinas wild or conservative behind closed doors? Based on my experience, the answer is, “it depends.”

And let’s take time for a smile or two:

Go for it Kermit, I’ll stick with the cat.
Curses, foiled again!
If someone can check out, but never leave, can’t you still charge them for the room for eternity?

And there you have it. I’m going to move up the Hideaway feeding, then head to the hospital and see what is happening with Scott. Afterward, I’ll meet Swan on the Arizona floating bar prior to our dinner at John’s place. Busy, busy!

Litter me this

Here we go again with another day in the life. How much longer can I go on like this? Only one way to find out, so keep ’em coming! And thanks for joining me.

We headed for the hills on the Friday group hike, mostly in search of some shade.

And away we go
Up the straight and narrow
Pausing for the group shot
Where’s that shade you promised me?
Keep on keeping on
The old dirt road
Still there waiting
On high
And back down again
Into Alta Vista
I climbed the hill to my house and the group went on without me.
About the right length for a hot day.

The world kept spinning around, and next thing I knew, it was time to fill those Friday evening hours. We hadn’t done an SOB in a while, so that was the plan. This week was at Queen Victoria, a venue we’d had an issue with previously. All local drinks are “free” at the SOB between six and eight p.m. (after paying the 750-peso entry fee). Last time, Queen Vic wouldn’t serve wine as a local drink, even after I said I’d pay the difference in price. I talked to the manager beforehand last night, and he agreed to serve the wine with me paying 50 pesos per glass (the regular price is 180 pesos). So, win-win.

On SOB nights, I arrive early to secure good seats, and Swan joins me shortly before the show starts. I got a little hungry while waiting, so I had the waitress bring me the menu for Shamboli’s Pizza, which is conveniently located across the street.

Back in the day, I’d order the 16″ Hawaiian for the Hideaway crew. I figured I’d order a large one to share with the Queen Vic girls. And then that math stuff I learned back in high school kicked in: One large 16″ sells for 890 pesos. But the small 10″ version was only 410 pesos. So, I could buy two of those for 820 pesos and get four extra inches of pizza for less money than the large size. And that’s just what I did.
Two piping hot pizzas delivered right to my seat at Queen Vic. I ordered one with thin crust (my favorite) and one regular.
I’m not a pizza connoisseur, but Shamboli’s is a popular choice here in Barretto.
Promise kept, Bethany!

The SOB contest went pretty much as they all do. I was a judge again, and the team I judged to be the best was the champion this week.

Congrats to the Queen Victoria team!

I’ve always had my fill when the SOB ends, so we grabbed a trike for home. I still had room for a brownie à la mode.

Didn’t have the calorie budget for it, though.

So, why did I mention litter in the title of today’s post? It’s not like I’m obsessed with litter or anything, but I do tend to notice it. And yes, the streets of Alta Vista also contain discarded trash. On my way to the SOB, I saw these empty soft drink cartons on the curb.

Now, what’s interesting is you don’t see Barq’s or Dr. Pepper around much because they are not brewed locally like Coke and Pepsi products. I’ve seen the imported boxes like those pictured above for sale at Royal, but they are quite expensive. So, this likely isn’t construction worker litter. I would hope one of the well-to-do Alta Vista residents isn’t trashing the streets. Perhaps one of the stray dogs that roam our ‘hood pulled them out of a garbage can. Oh, well.

Now, indulge me while I yank some chains:

Reminds me of that ad on eBay for a French WWII army rifle: “Never fired, dropped once.”
Chop ’em off, you won’t be needing them anyway.
I’ve got a Brit Facebook friend with TDS that apparently doesn’t see what is going on in his own country.
Yeah, be careful what you wish for!
If it wasn’t for hypocrisy, the Dims would have no values at all.

Okay, enough of that.

I’m up to June 2007 in the LTG archive deep dive. What’s interesting to me is that I didn’t post much back then when I had nothing of interest to say. I see your heads nodding at the thought of ‘those were the good ol’ days’. Anyway, I had a total of three posts in June that year. This post is the only one with a semblance of meaning. I was going through something, but I don’t say what. I suspect this is the time period when I discovered my marriage to wife #3 was coming to an end. She had promised to join me in Korea, and reneged on that vow. And no, I wasn’t willing to return to the USA, so I’m equally responsible for that failure.

Nine years ago, I was enjoying another Han River stroll. I loved those walks, but maybe didn’t appreciate them as much at the time as I should have.
Twelve years ago, I was immersed in the camaraderie of my darting lifestyle. We had some good times together, and now I just have the memories.
Fifteen years ago, I attended the wedding of Juri and Alistair on a boat docked on the Han River. I’m happy to report they are living the life and raising their kids in Scotland.

Today’s YouTube video is a blast from the past, taking you back to what life was like in the Philippines in 1959.

And then there was this:

It’s almost lyrical.
Things are better now, just so you know.
Yep, but I’m looking forward to being older, grayer, and grouchier!

And there you have it. I’ll let you know what happens next tomorrow.

White Line Fever, a sickness born down deep inside my soul
White Line Fever, the years keep flying by like a high line pole
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I’ve put behind me
They continue to remind me how fast I’m growing old
Guess I’ll die with this fever in my soul

The road is long

I was inspired to push myself more than usual yesterday and see just how far I could go. Part of the motivation came from Kevin Kim’s plan to attempt a 60-kilometer hike. Yeah, you read that right. That’s WAY out of my league (my thus far unreachable dream is the 29K trek to San Narciso), but I wanted to see if I could make it half-way there. I did a highway loop starting at my house and finishing at Sit-n-Bull for lunch. I was also hoping to walk my blues away, listening to music through my earbuds, and kept my phone mostly in my pocket, so not many photos to share.

Dying at fourteen provided some perspective. If my life ends tomorrow, I will have been comparatively blessed.
Perhaps it is only my imagination, but that damn mountain seems to be mocking me. I could almost hear it calling me a pussy.
I’ll never understand the mentality of people who do this. They just toss their household garbage on the side of the highway without a care or concern. Disgusting.
The trail ended here with a roast beef dip sandwich.
The route of my journey.
The stats from my hike

So, I consider that my goal was achieved, but I was whupped at the end. My feet were aching, but other than feeling exhausted, I was okay. But no, I don’t see how I could have managed another 15K if I wanted to make it all the way to San Narciso. Maybe after a lunch break, I might make another 5K, rest again, then continue on in bits and pieces. I have my doubts, though. IF I ever actually attempt that hike, I’ll start it in San Narciso, and I can bail if need be by catching a Jeepney in San Marcelino or Castillejos. We’ll see what the future brings.

Oh, in case you were wondering, Kevin had to bail on his hike at around 30K. He doubled my distance but considered it a failure. Meanwhile, I’m in awe of his accomplishment.

I had a visit with Dr. Jo to discuss some ongoing physical issues. The back pain has diminished somewhat (although it is still stiff and sore when I first wake up), but now I have a stabbing pain on the left side of my lower abdomen. My concern is that it seems more internal than muscular. It doesn’t hurt if I touch that area, but certain movements, like lying on my left side, trigger the pain. Anyway, we are going to do an ultrasound scan of that area and see if there is anything that looks amiss. Fortunately, I have no pain or ill effects when I’m out walking.

After finishing with Dr. Jo, I got a haircut and then went for some cold beers at Cheap Charlies.

Looking out front from Cheap Charlies.
And the view from out back.

We ordered some snacks (chicken wings, fingers, and lumpia) from Foodies restaurant downstairs, and shared them with the girls. I’d rather do that than overpay for a lady drink.

Our nightcap destination, Green Room, as seen from Cheap Charlies.

More of the same during our Green Room visit, chat (and lady drinks) with Chu and Sally, then enjoying watching some talented pool players in action.

Like her.
And her.

When we got back home, I baked a batch of brownies, then smothered one in vanilla ice cream. I figured I’d earned it after my long-ass walk!

And by golly, I still managed to stay under budget!

In other news, I came across this article talking about how the old Subic Navy base has become a hot Asian retirement destination. Hmm, I don’t know about that. I checked it out before moving here and chose not to live there for several reasons, but the primary one was that it was just too much like the vanilla USA lifestyle. Barretto is more my kind of town.

From the LTG archives is this post from May 2007 talking about those wacky Canadians I encountered in Seoul. Hey, I was ahead of my time! I had close friendships with several Canucks during my stay in Korea, but there were some crazies as noted in my post.

In 1986, I had to move my daughter’s horse from the farm in Monroe, Oklahoma, to our new residence in Lexington, South Carolina. We made it!
Seven years ago, I participated in the final outing with my team before retirement.
Also, seven years ago, I posted this on Facebook. I still have no idea what it means.
Three years ago, I wasn’t on a diet and could enjoy the amazing club sandwich from Sit-n-Bull.

For today’s YouTube, I couldn’t resist posting another video from Smart Girl Philippines. Something about her just makes me smile. “Tell her you are part Korean” made me laugh out loud.

And some more funny business:

I’m funny when you’re drunk!
That’s Karma for you!
An eruption will set you free!

Anyway, life goes on. Things are better today than yesterday, but not as good as tomorrow. Hopefully.

The hills are alive

And so am I. So far, at least.

Started the morning with the Wednesday Walkers group hike. Only three in attendance this week. We did a shady hike on the My Bitch trail, and came back down in the familiar streets of San Isidro. We didn’t beat the heat, but we survived it.

This week’s hike mates were Chris and Ed.
Looking down on the Naugsol Valley at the high point of our trek.
And the San Isidro side of things.
Nothing new or exciting to see, but the shade was nice.
Life’s a Bitch sometimes.
The stats from our Wednesday outing.

When I headed into town with my gal later in the afternoon, we witnessed a rare sighting of Mary Poppins:

It’s been a long time since I even thought of that story.

The first order of business was a visit to the Angel’s Touch salon for a foot spa and pedicure.

The agony of the feet.

I was finished before Swan, so I waited for her at Red Bar. When she arrived, we enjoyed some beverages on the outdoor patio, then headed up the highway for dinner at Mylene’s. We both ordered off the Filipino menu:

Beef kare kare for Swan
And sweet and sour pork for me.
Perhaps next time we’ll try some of their fresh seafood.

We did our Wednesday “seldom-visited bars” thing.

First stop, Nipsey’s. We were the only customers upon arrival, and the vibe was zilch. I used to know someone who worked here, but she must be gone now.
Our nightcap was at Cloud 69. It was not busy, but it still had a friendly vibe. Our waitress friend Sheryl took good care of us (and was rewarded with lady drinks).

(Both of those bar photos were taken this morning on my walk.)

Then we headed back home, where the night did not end well. Things still aren’t right today, but hopefully there will be a resolution soon.

Every little bit hurts.

I’ve progressed to May of 2007 in my journey through the LTG archives. And I was astonished to find a post that was actually interesting. It recounts some strange happenings at home and then ends with my only encounter with Korean police during my time in Seoul. Certainly worthy of inclusion in The Story of My Life.

And three years ago, I had some pizza. This one is for commenter Bentley:

It looks like it has pineapple on top, just the way Filipinos like it.

Today’s YouTube video is from Smart Girl Philippines reminding her viewers not to pay for O.P.P. (other people’s pussy). It’s short and sweet, just like she is. She’s fun to watch!

Humor me these:

It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a roll in the hay.
Wise words, indeed!
Happy now, Bentley?

And so it goes. I’m kind of on edge, waiting to see if my life is about to take a wrong turn, but there’s nothing I can say about it at the moment. The greatest gift you can give someone you love is happiness. I’ll leave it at that for now.

Word.

Heading for the beach

Lest I forget, it’s Eartha Day again!

Yesterday’s version of life in paradise went down like this:

On the way to the YBC supermarket, we passed the scene of the Easter fire in downtown Olongapo. I was surprised that it was much more than the Sam’s Pizza restaurant that burned down.

The fire destroyed about half a block of buildings.

At least it didn’t reach an LA level of destruction. The rest of the morning was uneventful: groceries purchased, a neighborhood walk. After a nap and a blog post, it was time for our Tuesday beach excursion.

Walk this way.
Well, Domingo, you got eight years on me, so there’s that at least. RIP
The holidays are over, and Baloy Beach is once again relatively quiet.
That girl with her toes in the sand.
Our destination awaits.
The view upon arrival
Busier than usual yesterday.
Then it was time for this.
It never gets old
Hasta la vista!

We finished our drinks and headed ashore. Next stop, Treasure Island for some grub.

Beef enchiladas for me (one for dinner, one for breakfast this morning).
Swan had a pizza (Hawaiian, of course) and shared the remains with the TI staff.

Home again before eight, but that’s just the way I roll these days.

Surprise, surprise!

Today, I came across another post that reminds me that LTG has never had much substance. In April 2007, I posted about my lost eyeglasses. Well, there was also some darts news and dinner prep for a gathering I was hosting. The more things change, the more they remain the same. But at least I no longer wear glasses.

I didn’t wear glasses in 1978, either. I was 23 years old, a father of two, and working as a letter carrier in Prescott, Arizona. As I recall, that book was one of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, probably The Fellowship of the Ring. I have read them all several times since then, including aloud to my wife #3.
That was three years ago. Since then, I drink Zero beer.
The insanity we went through five years ago. It’s nice to have been on the right side of history, but damn, the shit they put us through.

Nine years ago, I was loving one of my walks in the parks of Seoul.

My, oh my, how I miss those days.

I’m posting today’s YouTube video with some reluctance. I found it on Facebook, but after viewing, it seems to be hyperbole if not not outright bullshit. I can say that I have not witnessed an influx of people visiting or moving here. I love the Philippines, but it is not the pristine perfection depicted in the vid. So, watch if you want, but take the commentary with a grain of salt.

It seemed funny at the time:

I’ll try again in the morning.
Wach wat yu injoy
Yep, I’m seeing lots of those underdeveloped folks on my FB feed. They are commonly known as “libtards”

I’m sure you’ve had just about enough of my nonsense for one day, so I’ll stop here.

Today’s music video is even older than I am. Still a great listen and watch, though.

To summit up

I didn’t make it to the top.

No surprise, I wussed out and didn’t make the climb up Easter Mountain at yesterday’s Hash. Not that I need any excuses, but it was hot as hell and I just wasn’t feeling it. That said, the “bypass” trail still had a significant up on the backside of the mountain, with an elevation gain of 100 meters. The photo above was taken from that trail; as you can see, we were nearly halfway to the top. Granted, our climb was not as steep and intense as the summit trail, but it was more than enough for me.

There was a mostly flat 3K walk to the base of Easter Mountain. Sorry about that litter, it’s the culture here.
Through the banana forest
These kids were happy to see us, then they ran away with the cookies.
Through the valley we go
It will still be there another day.
Getting closer.
The junction. I took a turn to the left.
The bypass climb begins.
The view from here.
Hard enough, but not as hard as it would have been.
Passed by one of the runners, Kermit the Frog.
Back on flat ground and delivering some sweetness.
Through the woods
Lollipops bring smiles.
On-Home at the 13 Resort
Liquid refreshments after a hard hike
Old timers need beer, too.
Hashy birthday cakes
And the sun sets on another Hash. (Great shot, Scott!)
The path we walked (Easter Mountain is under that cloud).
The stats for the hike
As usual, we had an after-hash hangout at IDM.
As usual, I exceed my calorie budget

So, I had one of those surprises that occasionally occur as a little-read blogger. I’m a member of the Angeles City Hash Facebook group, but I seldom go there. But yesterday, a post from there came up in my feed:

I was very kindly sent a link to a post by a Subic Bay Hasher/Blogger talking about, what he called a Ballbuster Trail, that I (Facilitator) & Brain Dead set on the 16th March 2025, in the Holyland Area of San Martin. I have included a small extract from the post below, and have also included a link to the full article, which contains some interesting photos.

This is the excerpt he quoted:

So, that’s not being critical, the trail was just more difficult than I expected. I did have some complaints in that post about the way some Hash procedures were conducted, but feedback is a gift, right? I just checked back on the AC Hash page, and no one has commented, so I assume no one took offense at the perspectives I shared. This is the post in question.

When I first started this blog over twenty years ago, the name “Long Time Gone” was meant to capture the blog’s intended purpose of staying in touch with friends and family back home as I embarked on what was planned to be a two-year exodus to Korea. I had the CSNY song in mind when I came up with the name. Then the hated Dixie Chicks came out with a song by that name, and I didn’t want anyone to think this blog supported those treasonous bitches. By chance, I found an old song Bob Dylan did in 1962 also called Long Time Gone, and in this post from March 2007, I declared it the official song of my blog—full lyrics in the post.

Facebook memories for today:

Three years ago, I was pretty much still that guy.
Ten years ago, I attended a luncheon with the Directorate of Human Resources Management team. I had recently been rehired, but I wasn’t the boss again (yet). An outstanding group of HR professionals.

Thirteen years ago, I posted this clip from a 1940 Bob Hope movie. As true now as it was back then. Worth the 30 seconds to watch it:

Today’s YouTube video concerns the biggest slum in Manila, the Tondo district. Never been there and never want to go. I’ve grown accustomed to the rural poverty that surrounds me. The people are friendly, and I don’t feel unsafe, but it is still sad to witness the harshness of their lives.

Today’s dose of what I call humor:

Stop, you’re killing me!
You can do worse than eating at the Y.
No ifs, ands, or butts about it.

Another day, another post. Welcome to all my new readers from Angeles City!

So you can have your beauty,
It’s skin deep and it only lies.
And you can have your youth,
It’ll rot before your eyes.
Just give to me my gravestone
With it clearly carved upon:
“I’s a long time a-comin’,
An’ I’ll be a long time gone.”

A walkin’ rockin’ Easter

Since I’ve long since rejected my Protestant Christian upbringing (Four Square/Assembly of God variety), I probably don’t have a prayer for a heavenly afterlife. So, I’d best make the most of what remains of this life I’m living, such as it is.

The sun rose in almost Biblical fashion on Easter Sunday. And so did Swan, leaving the house at 5 a.m. to journey to Botolan for religious ceremonies to celebrate the Easter holiday. Swan is Catholic, although she only attends church services on the special days.

Because of holiday traffic the there and back again took most of the day.

So, I was left to my own devices during most of the daylight hours. And I took full advantage of the opportunity by making a 9K walk and then spending time on the internet. Just like almost every other day in my life. No complaints, keep ’em coming!

I went thataway.
Another one bites the dust. It freaks me out a little that the majority of folks on these funeral banners I see are younger than me. Maybe I should be grateful for the years I’ve lived, but my goal is at least fifteen more.

When Swan made it back from Botolan, she headed to the family compound to share some holiday moments with the relatives. We agreed to meet up later at the Arizona floating bar. I was happy to see it was open when I arrived.

The beach was more crowded than I’d ever seen it before.
I was the only foreigner on board.
The view from my barstool.
I’ll be keeping my eye on you…

Swan arrived about an hour after I did.

Happy to see me?
Maybe later…
Now she’s happy!
Lost in thought or waiting for another beer. One of those.
Time for the show!
Boom!
Resurrection is coming in twelve hours…
Good times!

Next up, dinner at John’s place.

I’d been craving some bulgogi, and it was excellent. Our waitress (John’s daughter) traded out my rice for a side salad and gave me a dish of kimchi. Glad to be a regular here!
Swan went with her usual, birria tacos. One of the three is for me, and it was good!

We stopped by Red Bar for some patio ambiance after dinner.

The holiday traffic on the highway was insane, even this late in the evening.

We did our nightcap at The Green Room and had our usual good time chatting with Chu and Sally while watching some talented pool players go at it. Then it was home for dessert and bedtime. The only downer of my Easter was a resurgence of lower back pain, which made it difficult to sleep. I’m thinking about looking for a chiropractor, even though I don’t really believe in the science of that profession. I will consult with Dr. Jo and Chris for their thoughts.

The other big news from Easter was that a popular Olongapo City venue, Sam’s Pizza, burned down. It had been in operation since the 1970s, and I have a Facebook friend who works there. Well, used to, anyway.
I’d never been to Sam’s, and I guess I won’t be going anytime soon.
I had a good Friday, and then the cals were on the rise.

My latest salvo:

If you want this guy back, you must really hate America.

From the LTG archives is this post from March 2007, in which the most interesting part is my first experience getting a pedicure. I became a regular customer after that, and it is where I eventually met Jee Yeun, the woman destined to become my wife #4, and ultimately irrevocably broke my heart. Ignorance is bliss.

Here are some more memories from this day on Facebook:

Three years ago, I took Joy to dinner at John’s place. That’s John in the background. Rest in Peace my friend.
Four years ago, I attended Alan’s birthday party. He and Swan had been a couple for many years. He died just over two years later. You never know what the future holds.
Five years ago, the Karens were pissed about being called out for their Covid lunacy. I shared this on my Facebook and asked my high school sweetheart (Karen) what I should call her instead. She said “beautiful” still worked.
Thirteen years ago, I had a night out bowling in Hannam-dong with the wife.

The US Marines have landed in the Philippines in today’s YouTube video! Two thousand of them, apparently. Oddly enough, before I saw this vid, I read on a PI forum about an incident in Angeles City involving some Marines. It didn’t get any other publicity that I’ve seen, which is a good thing, since I’m sure the prostitution bars in AC are off-limits to military personnel. Regardless, things are heating up with China. Let’s hope we can deter aggression.

The daily smiles:

Not always, especially during the holidays.
Your gonna pay for that one, yes, you are!
See you next fall!

And we’re done. Hash Monday is upon us. Another hot one. I’ve seen today’s trail map, and it’s a hard one. I want to climb Easter Mountain once again before I die, but I don’t want to die doing it. Another day, perhaps.

Oh, during dinner at John’s last night, the background music was all old songs by the Beatles. I can’t remember the last time I heard this one:

‘Twas the day before Easter

And this creature was stirring outside of the house. Starting with the Saturday edition of the Candy Walk.

The kids were lining up for their goodie ration.
A view of the bay from neighborhood #1.
Stepping up to neighborhood #5.

And here’s a short video of the stretch we walk to get to neighborhood #6. The kids at the end of the clip were asking Swan the name of my vlog so they could watch the video I took. That’s a first, even though I’m not a vlogger.

Here’s a view from neighborhood #6:

Ships on the bay.
Our sweet 6K Saturday stroll.

As we were finishing our walk, Swan said she was hungry. I knew what that meant, so I asked, “Jollibee or McDonald’s?” She responded, “Macdoo” (that’s what the locals call it). So, we declared it a “cheat day” and indulged our cravings. I had a chicken sandwich and shared an order of fries with Swan. My big sins were the apple pie AND a chocolate sundae. Oh well.

When it was beer o’clock, we headed for It Doesn’t Matter. I was surprised that it wasn’t very busy for a Saturday. Once we’d had our fill of beverages, we moved to Jewel Cafe for some grub.

Chicken cordon bleu for my gal…
…and a tiny but tasty pepper steak for me.

The waitress surprised me when she delivered this to our table after our meal:

A complimentary scoop of ice cream. If I understood correctly, it was a holiday promo that comes with the steak dinner.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. Swan invited her waitress friend Beth to join in an early morning trip to Botolon (about an hour’s drive up the coast) for an Easter church service. They left at five a.m. and still aren’t back, and it’s after noon now. I hope they don’t need saving! UPDATE: I just got a message that they are stuck in traffic in San Felipe. No surprise, this is the biggest holiday of the year, and just about everyone heads for the beach, it seems.

Not bad for a cheat day, I suppose.

Forgive me, Father, for I cannot resist taunting my liberal Facebook friends with stuff like this:

A lesson the Dims have failed to learn. Keep it up!
Glad he’s back where he belongs.
Absentee ballot from a prison in El Salvador?

Okay, and now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Today’s find in the LTG archives is about the evening in March 2007 when my realtor treated me to a dinner show at the Walker Hill Sheraton Hotel in Seoul (I’d just renewed my lease for another two years in Korea). I did a mini-review of the “Subway” performance, finding the acting not up to par, but still an enjoyable night out away from the Itaewon bar scene. Another memory in The Story of My Life.

Speaking of which, Facebook reminded me of this beer drinker in 1990:

At least it wasn’t a Bud Light.
Nine years ago, I saw this ad and the words to a Steve Miller Band song popped into my head: “you’re the cutest thing that I ever did see, I really love your peaches, want to shake your tree.”
Four years ago, I was still protesting the scamdemic oppressors, and somehow the Facebook censors let me get away with this one.

Today’s YouTube video is a vlogger I never previously watched discussing ways to avoid the current heatwave. Most are just common sense, but I’ve been saying this is the hottest it’s been in years, and he agrees with me. There are also relatively cooler places to reside in the PI, like Baguio, where he’d like to move. Baguio is okay for a visit, but just a tad too isolated for my taste. It’s the only place I’ve been in the Philippines where I felt chilly. Even saw my breath there one night.

Humor time:

He’s no necrophiliac.
Yeah, then she’ll say there is no “f in way”
I’ve got a sinking feeling that won’t go well.

Happy Easter to all you believers out there. I’m not trying to get a rise out of you, honest! Hideaway Bar is closed today for the holiday, so there won’t be a feeding to attend (I sent money so they could eat last night). Not sure if the Arizona floater and John’s place will be open, but the best way to find out is to go and see for myself. I’ll let you know how that works out tomorrow.

Not a Good Friday

Well, I didn’t get crucified or anything, but I lived through the worst hiking experience I’ve ever encountered. Things started out nice enough. With only five of us up for the Friday group trek, we piled into Scott’s car and drove out to Mangan-Vaca for a hike we’ve done several times in the past. Our plan was to walk out for 4K, then reverse course and come back to where we started. It’s a mostly flat course through pleasant countryside that was appropriate to the hot weather. But things didn’t go according to plan.

The first thing that went wrong for me happens once a year at most: the need to take a shit on trail. Luckily, I had some wet wipes in my backpack. With that load dumped, I caught up with the group and continued on with a newfound spring in my step. So, we journeyed onward to our turnaround point without further incident. And then we had the bright idea to take a different route back to avoid the same old, same old vibe for at least a portion of the way. That went mostly okay, although there were a couple of hiccups when we briefly lost the trail. Our fuck-up came when we reached the junction we were seeking, and inexplicably, turned left instead of right. I had a bad feeling that we were headed in the wrong direction, but I deferred to our senior hikers who assured me we were on the right path. Except we weren’t.

We hiked on until our chosen trail came to an apparent end. In hindsight, the wise option would have been to retreat, but where’s the fun in that? The option we chose was to follow the creek bed, thinking it would eventually cross the road we wanted. After all, we had waded through a creek in three different spots on our outward journey. I hate creek bed hikes because they are rocky and difficult to walk on. This one was also full of thorny roots and sticky vines. We all lost a little blood to those ubiquitous bastards. We struggled on, and then the creek began an upward rise. This should have been a warning that we were indeed going in the wrong direction, but being stubborn fuckers we plodded on. Until we could go no further. We came to an almost cliff-like uphill, the strongest in our group scrambled partway up, but when I tried to follow, I was unable to get the footing needed to make the climb. That’s when I knew we were truly screwed and retreat was our only option. So, the nightmare we had just endured reaching this point was to be repeated, thorns and all.

We had some other issues to deal with as well. One of our members was exhausted and needed to make frequent rest stops. It was also blisteringly hot. I carry two bottles of water, but I rarely drink more than half of one. When we accepted defeat and began our retreat, I was down to less than half a bottle of water, so I began rationing. It’s been a long time since my mouth was so dry it almost hurt to swallow. I’d take a sip of water and hold it as long as I could in an attempt to rehydrate, but the thirst would not be satiated. I was totally out of water for the final kilometer of the hike and definitely feeling it.

But in the end, we all made it back alive. Our planned two-hour, eight-kilometer walk took us five hours and almost twelve kilometers to complete. Our “flat” trail had an altitude gain of 201 meters. Yep, we got our stubborn asses kicked, but it could have been much worse. If someone had fallen or otherwise got injured, we’d have been screwed big time trying to drag them out from parts unknown. Let’s hope we learned a lesson.

This map shows other times we’ve walked in this neck of the woods. Yesterday is in green. You can see how off track our detour took us. Seeing this now, I’m glad we weren’t able to go any further before turning around.
Starting out with no idea how badly things can go wrong.
Heading for adventure!
A road not taken, but our unintended detour would have intersected with it a few kilometers onward.
Over the creek
I did the dance for this crossing; later on, I just waded across.
Damn, I don’t recall the last time I saw an Etch-a-Sketch, let alone as litter.
Easy going
Scenic views
A tree that caught my eye.
Farm country
An unusual brown hill in the distance.
Heading back we opted to try a different path.
That didn’t turn out so well
Now what do we do?
We’ll just keep on keepin’ on! Damn the thorns, and full speed ahead!
I was in survival mode as we made our way up the creek bed. So, the phone/camera stayed in my pocket.
Taking a rest stop back on the proper path.
On the way out, we had laughed about this sari-sari store in the middle of nowhere. Damn, it was good to quench our thirst here on the way back.
The track of yesterday’s misery. After that loop, we turned left instead of right.

Anyway, by the time we made it back to Barretto, I was too bushed to hit the bars, so we hung out at The Rite Spot On The Roof and watched the sun go down.

Going…
…going…
…gone!
Swan watching the show.
Another bullet dodged.

Still strolling through the LTG archives. In March 2007, I graduated to the second level in my quest to learn the Korean language. Alas, I failed, although I still have a small vocabulary to confuse the Filipina bargirls with. Another episode in The Story of My Life.

Some Facebook memories from this day in my history:

Nine years ago, there was a new sheriff in town at my Itaewon hangout, Shenanigans. (Yep, that moustache I’d shaved off in 2007 was back.)
Ten years ago, I attended a wedding down south in Songtan.
My group’s after-wedding table.
Eleven years ago, I was stepping down to Itaewon Station. 196 of them. Damn, the things you take for granted are the ones you miss the most.

Today’s YouTube video is one I made thirteen years ago in honor of my dart league team, Ride It In. Those were the days!

And now for these:

A cunt is a useful tool. Just sayin’
It’s all so confusing. I hope the commas are right.
You don’t say?

And that’s all I’ve got to share today. But I have it on good authority that the Son will rise tomorrow.