Dave Fischer built the Treasure Island Resort, and that’s where we bid him a final fond farewell. The place was packed; I guess a couple of hundred folks were in attendance at his memorial gathering. He was honored by those who knew and loved him, then his ashes were carried out into the bay where they were laid to rest.
I smiled at this while we were raising our candles:
The final sunset for Daddy Dave:
Okay, I made it back to Barretto safe and sound, but I’m in a rush, so I will do an abbreviated update post about the trip from Siargao to Manila.
We scheduled a van through the hotel to take us to the airport. The same one that brought us from the airport last week, non-stop. Not this time. After picking us up, the driver made four additional stops for passengers. I was sweating it, but we arrived in plenty of time to depart as scheduled.
We had a three-hour layover before our flight to Manila was scheduled to depart. What to do? Well, we found a comfortable place to hang out for a while.
We departed Cebu bound for Manila just a few minutes late.
The airport in Manila sucks, and it sucks even more when you fly on Cebu Pacific. We taxied for about 10 minutes after landing before reaching our gate. But we actually didn’t reach a gate. We deplaned onto the tarmac, then rode a bus to the gate. When we re-entered the actual airport, we had to go through security again. That meant waiting in a long line for the single scanner, removing my laptop from my backpack, and taking off my belt, then repacking on the other side. Oh well, at least we landed wheels down.
All our bags arrived on the carousel, which is always a relief. Jeff and Davina do the Grab ride thing, so we dragged our baggage to the Grab pickup area. Except that no Grab drivers were available last night. So, it was back to the arrivals terminal for a wait in the taxi queue. And we needed two cabs to carry us to our destination, the Coco Hotel in Makati. When we finally arrived and got checked in, it was 9 p.m. Jeff was bushed and called it a night. I had a bit of hunger and thirst to assuage, so Swan and I paid a visit to Shooters, conveniently located right across the street from our hotel.
Shooters is a nice enough hangout, and it appeared to be full of locals. It was nice seeing old folks like me out and about after a week of mingling with young tourists in Siargao. Swan ordered something Filipino, and I went for the wedge-cut potatoes dish. They had Zero beer, so I enjoyed a cold one or three while we waited. And waited. Swan asked about the order’s status, and the waitress returned to say it was being “plated.” But when the plate came out, it was only Swan’s dish. It seems they had forgotten about mine. They offered to make it, but it was late, and I was tired.
Back to our room, and we called it a day.
And now that I’m home, I need to get ready for Dave’s memorial service.
Back to regular posting tomorrow. I’ll try to fill in the remaining gaps from my trip.
Waiting for our transport to the airport this morning, so let’s see if I can dash out a quick post about our final day on the island spelled Siargao.
As already mentioned, we were supposed to take an island-hopping tour to bring our vacation to an adventuresome conclusion. The rainstorm and ensuing tour cancellation laid those plans to rest. Instead, we had one of those nothing-special days that can still be satisfying. A walk to the drugstore, a revisit to the Books Cafe for lunch, blogging, then a meet-up with Jeff and Davina for some drinks, dinner, then more drinks. Yep, almost like being home.
We had planned to start our last night on the town at a brewery Jeff had spotted up the road and down an alley:
We were looking forward to another brewery tasting, and then the waitress gave us the news: they were sold out of beer—all of it. That sure sounded like bullshit, but maybe they aren’t brewing much. Looks like Dr. Chris won’t have much competition.
So, we walked back up the road and climbed the steps to give this place a try:
Then it was time for some Spanish dining:
After eating, we went upstairs to the bar for our nightcap.
And then Swan and I headed back home, stopping for some ice cream along the way. The day was nothing special, but still a nice ending to our Siargao vacation.
Continuing on with the November 2015 LTG archives, my last trip to the USA with Jee Yeun at my side. Getting there turned out to be a nightmare. I hope today’s flights back to Manila go better than that one.
From Facebook memories:
Eight yeas ago, I achieved this milestone:
For today’s YouTube video, I’ll share this short from Smart Girl Philippines about “secret menus” that Filipinas have to offer.
And a little bit of humor:
By golly, I got this post done and still have an hour before my ride to the airport arrives. Yippie! We’ll see how I do from Manila in the morning.
And now I’ve reached the end of the line.
Today’s our last day in Siargao, but I have some unexpected free time on my hands to tell you all about yesterday.
Martin and Joss invited us to join them for a beach walk to the Cloud 9 surfing area. We gladly came along and enjoyed seeing a part of Cloud 9 we’d missed on our previous visit. I opted out of the highway walk back and took a trike instead.
When we arrived at the hotel, our room and the one next door were being cleaned. Then we were informed that we were being moved from the Casa Grande room to the Casa Duo. I called bullshit and began to throw a fit, but Swan insisted I calm down while she sorted things out. Of course, the room maintenance folks had no say in the matter, so we marched to the front desk. Swan told me to let her do the talking, so I kept my mouth shut.
Now, here’s the thing. When I booked the room, I had to make two separate reservations: one for our Tuesday arrival with a Friday checkout, and the other for a different room from Friday through our checkout tomorrow. But when I checked into the hotel, I specifically asked whether I could keep the same room for the duration of my visit, and was assured that it would not be a problem. Alas, it was not to be. Now, why this was occurring on Sunday, I have no idea. But the front desk receptionist told Swan our Casa Grande room was reserved for an arriving guest, and we had to move. What makes it even worse is that the Casa Duo room is shit and also half the size of our prior room. Well, nothing to be done but suck it up and move. I let Swan handle the logistics while I calmed myself with a beer and a chicken burger next door at Barrel.
Later in the afternoon, Jeff messaged that we should meet at the hotel bar at 5 p.m. and then proceed to dinner. I went down at 4:30 to escape my crap room, but there was nowhere to sit at the bar. So, we went next door to the hotel where Martin and Joss are staying and found a comfortable place to sit. Martin and Joss were lounging on the beach and came over to join us. I messaged Jeff to let them know where we all were.
When it was time to leave for the restaurant, Swan and I opted to go elsewhere. I just wasn’t in the mood for a fancy, expensive dining experience (1000 pesos each, according to Google). So, we said our goodbyes and headed up the road in the opposite direction.
Oh, I forgot to mention that we got hit with a “brownout” (power outage) earlier in the afternoon. The resorts all have generators, but I was surprised to see so many small businesses also equipped with an alternate source of electricity. The worst thing about generators is that they are noisy, which diminishes the joy of basking in the venue’s ambiance.
Our quest for a pleasant place to chill and eat was fraught with setbacks. Our first option was a nice-looking place on the beach, but it didn’t open until later. Then, there was an open-air second-floor joint that looked good until I saw the sign that only bare feet were allowed upstairs. Now most people wear flip-flops in these parts, but I’m an old-school shoes-and-socks kinda guy (unless I’m on the beach), so I said fuck that. The next place we tried told us they closed at 7 pm (it was already 6:30), so that was another no-go. We finally settled on a little streetside diner. They didn’t offer any alcoholic beverages except beer, so Swan joined me in a San Mig Light to wash down the shawarmas we ordered.
After we finished eating, I wanted to pick up some ice cream to take back to the room, but the shop we’d used before had the freezer closed and locked, apparently to keep things cold during the brownout. I suggested we go check the dessert menu at Barrel and Swan was down with that, saying they have wine there. Win-win! No ice cream at Barrel, but I brought back a tasty slice of carrot cake for my dessert.
And then the rain came and stayed all night. Our new room has a metal roof, and last night felt like being inside someone’s drum with the constant pounding overhead. I guess the generator ran out of gas or something, because for most of the night, we were in the dark with no aircon.
It is still raining this morning, and we were advised that the island tour hop has been cancelled due to the weather. That’s probably for the best, and it gave me time to write a longer-than-usual blog post. Sorry about that!
Pictures from the day say it better than I ever could:
That was how the next-to-last day went down here.
It’s November 2015 in the LTG archives, and in this post, I write about how crazy Itaewon gets on Halloween. It was just seven years later that 159 people died in a Halloween crowd crush. I could certainly understand how that might happen.
For today’s YouTube video, let’s travel back in time and observe Filipino family life in 1956. In some of the backwaters I hike, it doesn’t appear to have changed all that much.
Time for a smile:
Okay, time to get on with making the best of my last day in Siargao. At least I’ve learned how to spell Siargao now.
Another day lived and enjoyed on the beautiful island of Siargao. When you are staying at a beach resort, walking on the beach feels like the right thing to do. So, when the sun was up and the tide was out, that’s just what we did.
Food was good, but we noticed again how much more expensive things are here compared to Barretto. I got four wings for 350 pesos. You get eight for that price at Sloppy Joe’s.
All my fellow travelers were on a motorbike adventure, so Swan and I headed out on our own when beer o’clock rolled around. And lo and behold, as we walked down Tourism Road, Jeff and Davina pulled up on their scooter and told us of a place they had found off the beaten track. It was less than a kilometer away, so off we went. Jeff and Davina joined us there shortly after we arrived.
I messaged Joy and asked where she was. She responded that she was at work. I told her I was at Hideaway, but she wasn’t there. Then I sent the above photo as proof. Joy claims this is not the same Hideaway.
We decided to give that birria taco place we’d seen earlier in the week a try. Jeff and Davina took their scooter, and Swan and I grabbed a tuk-tuk for the 7K journey.
Swan judged the tacos to be okay. She said the shell was less greasy than John’s place, but she missed the guacamole. I found the burrito a bit too ricey, but otherwise it was tasty.
As we were eating, a group of tourists came in and sat at a nearby table. Before long, Jeff had engaged them in conversation.
Oh, and Isla Comida didn’t have San Mig Light.
After dinner, we parted ways. A tuk-tuk ride back to our side of town, then a nightcap at Barrel Bar next to our room. I judge it to have been another good day in paradise.
Continuing on in the October 2015 LTG archives, there was this post about work and darts, two things I no longer have in life. Well, at least I have the memories.
Raffy Tulfo is a Filipino broadcast journalist who often takes on cases involving scams, corruption, and violence. Or so I’ve been told. I’ve never actually heard more than snippets from his show. But for today’s YouTube video presentation, here he is interviewing a foreigner who got his ass kicked in Angeles City. Full disclaimer: I haven’t had time to watch all of this one either. I found it on one of the PI forums I frequent.
Well damn, here I am trying to save some time, and this happens. Click on the YouTube link if you want to watch.
Let’s do the humor, so I can go take a shower:
Alright, almost time to hit the town, so I’d best get myself ready. Tomorrow morning, we are taking an island tour by boat to several offshore locations. I will blog about it as time permits.
So, here’s today’s report about my yesterday in paradise. Kicked things off with an early morning beach stroll to watch the sunrise. Then we did a 6K walk to the outskirts of General Luna and back, before we finished the day with an ill-fated bar crawl. Here’s some of what I saw along the way.
After breakfast, we hit the road again. On foot this time.
So, when the guys came to pick up the car from our hotel yesterday, we had a bit of a disagreement. They owed me my 2000-peso deposit but tried to claim I owed them 500 pesos for not “cleaning the car.” I pointed out that the car was every bit as clean as when they had delivered it and accused the agent of trying to scam me. I also pointed out that there was twice as much gas in the tank as when they brought the car. I was losing my temper at this point, and Swan shooed me away while she continued the negotiation. When she returned, she had my 2000 pesos, so it turned out okay.
Back to the room for a nap and taking care of the blogging business, then spent some time on the front porch while the housekeeper cleaned our room.
Jeff had plotted out our bar crawl route on Google Maps, and we agreed to meet at the hotel bar at 4:00 pm to kick things off.
Things started going south for me from there. We arrived at 5:15 only to be told they weren’t open yet, despite their published opening of 5 pm. I said we should move on to the next venue, but I was overruled. So, we sat at the beach bar for drinks to await the opening of Parluman. Once the doors opened, I walked inside and ordered a beer, only to be told they didn’t serve beer…only gin drinks. Well, damn. I know better than to mix my beverages, so Swan and I left and went to the place next door…a nice big open-air bar that was much more to my liking.
No complaints about Last Chance Bar, but there was nothing special about it either. It didn’t really have a bar vibe or ambiance. When I pointed that out, one of the group told me that’s because you prefer dive bars. Come to think of it, that might be right.
We couldn’t find the next bar on our list, Extension, and someone told us it was closed, so we proceeded on to the next venue, Secreto. Well, along the way, I managed somehow to piss off Swan, and she left me. I was equal parts sad and angry about being deserted, and my mood wasn’t helped when our waitress told me Secreto didn’t have San Miguel Light. I settled for whatever draft they served me, then ordered another to try to kill my pain. Jeff told me I needed to leave, so I finished my beer and said my goodnights.
Swan messaged me that the room key was at the front desk, so I didn’t have any idea where she might have gone. When I got back to the hotel, I stopped by the beach bar for a beer while I sorted things out, and was pleasantly surprised to see Swan sitting there with a glass of wine.
We talked a bit about how my impatience triggered her, but in the end, she agreed to go back to the room. She left before me, and when I left, I decided to stop at the bar near our room to try to ease my reeling mind. Swan messaged asking where I was, and I invited her to join me. She did, and by then we had both calmed down enough to put the misunderstanding behind us and move forward with whatever future we might share together.
One thing that really hit home for me was that I am too old to recover from another heartbreak. If I fuck this up with Swan, it will be game over for me. I don’t want to live with any more regret than I’ve already accumulated over the years.
And on that depressing note, I’ll let go of last night and look forward to the rest of today. It’s been a good one so far.
It is now October 2015 in my journey through the LTG archives, and in this post, I am also enjoying a sunrise on the ocean—the East Ocean (don’t you dare call it the Sea of Japan!). I was making the best of the life I had back then, but sadly, it wasn’t enough.
Today’s YouTube video discusses the differences between typical aging effects and those caused by dementia. While there is no question that I am much more forgetful these days, based on this video, my symptoms fall within the normal aging range. From what I remember, anyway.
I didn’t forget the humor!
We’ll leave it at that for today. More and more, it feels like I’m living on the edge, but better on the edge than over it. So, I’m going to keep plugging away and making this the best life it can be.
Speaking of days, my yesterday was a special one. We rented a car and drove all around the island, stopping at some recommended tourist spots along the way. Then we visited the brewery that Dr. Jo’s husband, Chris, is in the process of opening, and he let us sample some of his delicious brews. We travelled 109 Kilometers and spent nine hours on our road adventure. Here are some photos from our journey:
I opted out of this adventure, as did Martin and Joss. It involved wading through water waist-deep or higher, and that just didn’t appeal to me. Jeff, Davina, and Swan were all gung-ho, so off they went. The rest of us hiked down to the other side of the cave and waited for them to reappear.
Davina has one of those GoPro cameras, and she made this video from inside the cave.
Our next stop was supposed to be at some tide pools, but when we arrived, we were told the tide was high, so there were no pools to observe. Oh, well. We drove on to our next destination.
Lunchtime was approaching, and thanks to Martin’s skill with Google Maps, he found what we were looking for…a place to eat on the beach.
Back on the road again. Next stop:
After some rest and relaxation, it was time to move on to our final stop of the day:
In anticipation of our visit, Chris had brewed up a batch of his “Light Pilsner” for our enjoyment. It was very good indeed, and I quenched my thirst with three (or maybe it was four) glasses.
From the brewery, we had about an hour drive back to our hotel. Once we arrived, we were too tired to go back into town, so we dined on the offerings from the Romantic Villas’ kitchen.
So, it was early to bed and early to rise this morning. I’ll share my today tomorrow.
Let’s check in with the September 2015 LTG archives to see what I was up to back in my Korea days. Oh, I was getting drunk. I’ve come a long way, baby!
Today’s YouTube video is from a vlogger on a mission to help homeless foreigners in Angeles City. She didn’t get the response she expected. Welp, I’m not unsympathetic, but I don’t understand how people allow themselves to be unfunded in a third-world country. I’ll flee for home long before I wind up living on the streets.
And now for that humor you’ve been missing:
As you can tell by the length and content of this post, I have had a relatively lazy Friday so far. On tap (no pun intended) for this evening in a bar hop to some of the best bars in the General Luna municipality, at least according to this blogger. Looking forward to seeing if she is right. Tune in tomorrow to find out!
A busy day ahead today (touring the island in a rented car), so before I head out, I’m going to rush a photo dump showing what happened during our Wednesday on Siargao.
The most interesting things I saw along the way were the signs. Here are some of my favorites:
So, I don’t know if you’ve noticed in the earlier photos I posted, but there is something unique about the ocean here—the waves are a goodly distance offshore. Cloud 9 makes it easier for the surfers to get out to the waves.
Lunch at our hotel, then back to the room for a nap, blogging, and a shower. And sure enough, beer o’clock came rolling around. Time to head for the beach!
Martin and Joss moved to the hotel next door because they didn’t like their noisy room. We walked the beach and joined them there for another round of drinks.
Then it was time to eat, so we hoofed it into town. Jeff had seen a barbecue place, so we headed there.
We ordered a side of mashed sweet potatoes, something I hadn’t seen anywhere. They were excellent. Service was good and friendly, and we all enjoyed our meals.
But the fun wasn’t done yet. As we walked down the street, Jeff spied a karaoke joint and insisted we stop in for a song or two.
Did I sing? Do you think I’m Crazy?
It sounds better when you are drunk.
Anyway, that was enough for me, so Swan and I bailed and headed back to our room. The rest of the group went into full-on party mode and stayed out for a couple more hours.
And now you’ve seen the story of day two in Siargao.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Getting to Siargao wasn’t the fun part, but we eventually made it. We left the hotel at 0600 and arrived at the airport with plenty of time to check in for our 0830 flight to Cebu, where we would connect with the flight to Siargao. And then this happened:
Which meant we were landing in Cebu almost exactly at the time our connecting flight was scheduled to depart. I figured we were screwed, but when we exited the plane, an agent was holding up a sign for passengers bound for Siargao. I was surprised that, in addition to our group, about twenty other passengers from our flight were booked for Siargao. They delayed our connection until we had all boarded, and we were once again airborne.
In another turn of good fortune, our checked bags made the flight with us.
For some unknown reason, Martin and Joss had booked the next flight after ours to Siargao. We opted to wait for them to arrive at the airport to share transportation to our hotel in General Luna City.
It was nearly 4 p.m. before we were finally on our way to our hotel. That was a LONG day of travel.
We checked in, got our keys, and discovered our room at the Romantic Beach Villas was nowhere near the beach. It’s more like a small house than a hotel room: a yard, a big front porch, a kitchen, and a separate bedroom.
I made a video this morning of the walk from my “house” to the hotel building where our complimentary buffet breakfast was served.
So, first impressions: Siargao has a pleasant, laid-back vibe. It’s pretty and surprisingly clean. Another big surprise is that, at least in General Luna, it is a major tourist attraction. Not only that, but the crowd it attracts is young Westerners. It appears they are here for the surfing, judging by all the surfboards I’m seeing. Honestly, I can’t remember seeing so many youthful white women in one place since I left the USA twenty years ago. Most of them are healthy-looking and relatively slender. Of course, I’m the oldest man around these parts, or so it seems. No complaints, I can always tell those young bucks that my girl is hotter than your girl!
We had a couple of drinks at the hotel beach bar, then went to the place next door, called Barrel, for some grub and more beer and wine. I made it my usual early night and was in bed by 9 p.m. Until I was awakened at midnight by incredibly loud live music from the bar at Barrel, which is almost next door to my “house.” That lasted until two in the morning. A good reminder that I am, in fact, still in the Philippines.
We took a nice 8K street walk to a place on the island called Cloud 9. I’ll share some photos from that and the rest of today when I can. We’ve rented a car for tomorrow to do some touring around the island, so blogging may be delayed. Sorry about that!
Sorry for the lack of posting yesterday. It was a crazy day getting to Siargao, but we eventually made it. I’ll tell that story hopefully later today, but here’s a quick catch-up on Monday night in Manila.
We joined travel mates Jeff and Davina for a Makati walkabout after deciding to save the BGC area for another day. Jeff and Davina are regular visitors to Makati, so they gave us a tour of some of their favorite spots, including the upscale Rockwell area. It really was like being in another world. One thing that really stood out for me was the lack of litter. Hard to believe, I know, but this is a side of the Philippines I hadn’t seen before. It reeked of wealth and richness without a shanty in sight. Happy to see successful Filipinos enjoying their lives, but you can’t escape the fact that overwhelming poverty surrounds you right outside this enclave. There is not much middle ground in this country. Anyway, it was an enjoyable night out on the town. Here are a few photos taken along the way.
This being us and all, our tour did include some of Jeff’s favorite venues that also happen to serve liquid refreshments.
An after-dinner pub crawl on our way back to the hotel ensued.
A 5:00 a.m. wake-up call awaited for our morning departure to Siragao Island. Things didn’t go exactly according to plan. I’ll get back to you later today with that story. Oh, and I’ve also just now got caught up with responding to earlier comments. Sorry for the delay!
That’s where I be until bright and early tomorrow morning. Then, we’ll catch our flight to Siragao Island. So here’s a down-and-dirty update on the trip so far.
Swan and I loaded our bags into neighbor Jeff’s car at the agreed-upon 7 a.m. departure time. We then drove to Clark Airport in Angeles City, arriving at 8:15. We parked and waited for the 9 a.m. bus that would carry us to the Manila airport, where we finally arrived a little after noon. We called a Grab car to take us to our hotel in Makati, but the reception staff wouldn’t let us check in until 2 p.m. So, we went across the street and had lunch at a friendly sports bar named Shooters. Now I’m in my room and in an hour we will take a walk to a part of the city I’ve never visited, BGC.
Hopefully, I’ll be back to regular posting tomorrow from General Luna City in Siragao. Until then, here are a few photos from today’s adventure (so far):
Then we stopped in Angeles to pick up more passengers. Next, the driver and his assistant stopped to grab a sandwich. It was almost an hour before we were finally on the expressway to Manila.
And that’s where things stand as of now. Back tomorrow with more.
It’s nice when something old is new again, like when the floating bar comes back after its seasonal hiatus. And the same old, same old can be sweet as well, like doing the weekly Decay Dance. That was my Saturday in a nutshell. We’ll let the photos from the day tell most of the story:
When it was time to head to the floating bar, neighbors Jeff and Davina wanted to come along. Fine, you drive! Some other friends met us there shortly after our arrival.
Granted, that’s not the view I come for these days.
More dancin’ in the dark:
All good things must pass. The neighbors departed for a family dinner gathering, and Swan and I headed ashore for some food at Treasure Island.
Here’s to hoping it never gets old.
Back to the September 2015 LTG archives. Maybe it’s the pot calling the meat roast, but this post offers a nice juxtaposition of what a day in my life looked like ten years ago versus now. It’s all good.
Eight years ago, my walks were a little more chilling than they are now.
Speaking of distant memories, today’s YouTube tells the story of how the Philippines got its name. Never watched this vlogger before, but he does a nice job. I need to go back and watch the other parts of his history of the Philippines.
Here I go again:
So, bright and early in the morning, we begin our trek to Siargao Island. Riding with Jeff and Davina to Angeles City, where we’ll catch a bus to Manila. We’ll spend the night in Makati before flying out Tuesday morning. I’m not sure where blogging will fit into my travel itinerary, so don’t worry if you don’t see a regularly scheduled post. I’ll blog when and if I can, and when I do, it’s all gonna be about new stuff I’ve never seen or done before. Looking forward to it!
Back in my Southern Cal youth, we’d say shit like, “She’s a surfer’s dream, flat as a board.” Yesterday’s group hike was like that. We did the Philseco loop, a 7K journey that doesn’t have a hill climb. It’s getting hot outside, and I ain’t as young as I used to be, so keeping things on the level works for me.
It’s been a long time since our last visit to the 13 Resort. Swan and I went yesterday because we both wanted to share a Monte Cristo sandwich. Alas, it was not to be. All they have on the menu now is a few Thai dishes. The place was looking more rundown than usual as well. I asked a waiter if the owner, Badger, was around, and he told me Badger spends his time in Angeles City these days. Rumor has it the resort is for sale. Good luck to all.
After the usual R&R at home, it was time to head into town for some Friday evening action. As we walked, I asked Swan where she wanted to go first. She responded, “It doesn’t matter.” I told her, c’mon, you choose. Once again, she simply said, “It doesn’t matter.” I gruffly responded, Fine, be that way, and took her to IDM.
We did our nightcap at Cloud 69. Our favorite waitress was absent once again, but two baklas sat at our table, kept Swan company, and brought me beer refills. I asked if they preferred a lady drink or a tip, and both said just the tip. As we left, I gave them each 100 pesos, more than the LD commission for them, and cheaper than two LDs for me. I’ll call that a win. We also learned that Cloud 69 will close on Wednesday and relocate to the building where Cyclone is currently located. Same owner for both bars, so likely just a cost reduction move.
And that’s how I spent my Friday.
Back to the September 2015 LTG archives, and in this post, I was on fire. In more ways than one.
It’s been too long since we’ve checked in with the Filipina Pea, and in this video, she answers viewers’ questions about why Filipinas sometimes act the way they do. Swan’s one, but she’s not like the Filipinas they describe in this video. We have our moments of drama, but they are rare and short-lived.
Here we go again:
That’s all, folks. The Kokomo’s floating bar is opening today, and Swan and I will be there to do some rockin’ on the water. Been missing that.
A very pleasant gathering with friends and neighbors yesterday to give thanks for all the blessings that come with living in the unique paradise of the Philippines. Drinking began at 4 pm, and food was served at 6. I had two Thanksgiving-sized helpings, and by 7:30, something went wrong. I think it was more about over-ingestion of food than alcohol, but perhaps it was an unhealthy combination of the two. Whatever it was, I knew I needed to lie down, so I shamefully said an early goodnight to the hosts and other guests, and Swan escorted me home. Once I was tucked in, she returned next door and stayed until the conclusion of the party at 10:30 p.m.
Well, I did go back to bed at four and managed to sleep until six, so I’m well-rested today.
It was fun while it lasted, that’s for sure. Folks seemed to enjoy the fruit salad I contributed. The candied yams and green bean casserole were my favorite sides. Good times!
Continuing on in the September 2015 LTG archives, I recount (mostly through photos) a visit with the wife to Nami Island. It was part of my ongoing effort to make my wife happy. Alas, it was an effort destined to fail.
Also in the archives was a link to this post, where I weigh in on the issue of prostitution and human trafficking in the bars. I have to admit, I was pretty shocked to find a post with some substance here at LTG.
Despite my fantasies, I have to accept that time travel is outside the realm of human existence. The next best thing is videos from the past, like this one entitled “Subic Bay Liberty Call.” The song is nice too.
Humor me:
And we’ll leave it at that for today. Thanks for reading!
I’ve got a feast to attend to this afternoon, so let’s get on with the down and dirty about yesterday, shall we?
Then it was time to convene the Wednesday Walkers group hike.
Swan didn’t join in the hike because she had a doctor’s appointment in Olongapo. When she returned in the afternoon, she declared the rare “me day” where we’d each do our own thing. Hers was to relax at home. Mine was to expend the Cheap Charlie’s beer card I’d received at the RSL meeting.
Without Swan around, a couple of the gals felt like keeping me company. I explained to them once again that since CC’s raised the price of a single lady drink to 250 pesos, I would not be buying them one (200 pesos is my max). They stuck around anyway and even laughed at some of my jokes. I guess they were bored, and there weren’t any other prospects around. When I was ready to order some food from Foodies downstairs, I told them they could get something off the menu instead of a drink. The food they ordered was coincidentally 250 pesos each, but it is not the money; it is the scam of paying 250 for an overpriced drink. I also gave them 50 pesos each as a tip when I departed.
My next stop was Wet Spot to see if there were any updates on a memorial gathering for Dave Fisher. Manager Bret told me nothing had been arranged yet, but Dave’s widow would be in town today, presumably to finalize the sale of Dave’s bars. Bret thought it likely there would be a bar crawl in Dave’s honor sometime next week. Sadly, I won’t be able to attend as I’m booked for seven days on Siragao Island, departing on Monday. Oh well, Dave is gone but will not be forgotten.
I did my nightcap at Green Room and enjoyed the music and watching some skilled pool players compete. One of the songs I hadn’t heard for a long time was Don McLean’s American Pie. It brought back memories of a creative writing class I took at Golden West College in Huntington Beach back in 1973. One of our projects was analyzing the lyrics to that song to discern the people and events McLean was singing about. It really is an excellent piece of work.
Left Green Room near my beer intake capacity, but when I got out of the trike at my house, neighbor Jeff invited me to join him for “one more” at his place. Of course, I wasn’t going to be rude and decline, so I grabbed Swan and we headed next door. After a nice chat and TWO beers, I pulled the plug on my Wednesday and called it a day.
Continuing through the September 2015 LTG archives, having a Buddhist wife meant occasionally visiting temples in the area. In this post, we traveled out near Incheon to enjoy a day at the Bomunsa Temple—lots of photos to enhance the memory of a good day together. I didn’t know then that those days would soon be over.
And as a bonus, I mentioned yesterday about the last car I’ll own. Here’s the post about all the cars I’ve owned in this lifetime.
I don’t have any memories of the old Subic Bay Navy Base, but sometimes the old buildings on SBMA remind me of the now-closed Yongsan Army Base where I used to work. Today’s YouTube video is full of pictures capturing the history of the Navy in Subic.
And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for:
Okay, it’s turkey day today. Celebrating Thanksgiving a week early with the neighbors because we’ll be in uncharted territory next week. I had a busy morning in the kitchen preparing my contributions to the event.
Looking forward to being thankful! I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.
As mentioned in my previous post, I made a rare appearance at the weekly RSL meeting yesterday. Despite being a member, it was only the second time I’ve attended this year. My reason is simple: the 2 pm start doesn’t work well with my routine-controlled lifestyle. That said, I do enjoy the gathering, especially when there is a Joker Jackpot worth 101,000 pesos (about two thousand US) waiting to be won. So, yeah, I had a selfish motivation for going yesterday, but in my defense, the proceeds are used for charity projects. Next month, there will be a medical mission providing services to an expected 400 children in San Marcelino.
The RSL is an Australian organization, similar to the American VFW. Unlike the VFW, everyone is allowed to join, regardless of nationality or veteran status. Most of the faces in attendance were familiar, although I guess that’s not surprising for our little town.
The artwork photograph above our table really caught my eye.
So, about those raffles. The main event tickets were 100 pesos each, or 6 for 500 pesos. In addition to the Joker Jackpot, there were drawings for various other prizes, ranging from meats, bottles of booze, and beer coupons for various bars. The way the Joker Jackpot works is if your ticket is drawn, you pick one of 52 cards on the board. If you choose the Joker, you win. If not, the pot is increased for the drawing the following week. So, after many weeks with no winners, the pot grows large and the number of cards to choose from is substantially reduced, increasing your chances of winning significantly. That combination brings out the seldom-attenders like me for some early-afternoon fun.
Each main event raffle participant is limited to a maximum of twelve tickets (1000 pesos). So, I bought twelve tickets in my name and twelve more in Swan’s. There are two other raffles: a 50-50 drawing (winner gets half the pot) and a “big spender” drawing (winner also gets half, with no limit on the number of tickets you can buy). So, I spent the maximum 200 pesos on the 50-50 and another 500 pesos for the big spender. I’ll save you from doing the math: I invested 2700 pesos in the RSL drawings. Again, win or lose, it’s for a good cause, so no regrets. Oh, and they sell beer cards that get you four beers for 250 pesos. That’s such a bargain, I felt compelled to buy two.
So, the raffle begins with the prizes, and one of my tickets was drawn.
Alas, I was not drawn for the Joker Jackpot. The guy who was picked failed to find the Joker. So, next week’s pot will be even larger, and now there are only five cards left to choose from. Sadly, I won’t be able to participate because I’ll be enjoying my adventure in Siargao Island covering the following two Tuesdays. Odds are slim that a winner won’t be picked in my absence.
Oh, well. I didn’t get drawn for the 50-50 pot either. The last drawing of the afternoon was for the “big spender” pot. And, drum roll please, my number was picked! I received my share of the pot, a sweet 4500 pesos, which put me up 1800 pesos for the day (not counting the 500 pesos I spent on beer). Thank you, RSL!
The RSL tradition is to hold a bar crawl at the conclusion of the meeting. First stop yesterday was the Outback Billabong Bar, and our group, including Swan’s sister and niece, joined in.
The second bar on the crawl was Whiskey Girl, a bar on my “no go” list, so I didn’t. Instead, Swan and her kin joined me at the Outback Pool/Beach bar.
We had us some dinner (fish and chips for me), then reconvened with Jeff and Davina at Gold Bar. After some good music, nice vibes, and more beer, we loaded into Jeff’s car and cruised on home to Bryce Street in Alta Vista.
I deem it another fine day.
This anti-smoking poster made me think of someone:
The upcoming Corona Hash trail this week features this interesting climb:
Moving on to September 2015 in the LTG archives, and in this post, I talk about the last car I’ll ever own, my commute to the last job I’ll ever work, and a good day of darts that I’ll never experience again.
Today’s YouTube video is a two-minute comedy I posted on Facebook twelve years ago. It’s still funny today and also reminds me of why Western men come to the Philippines to find love. Well, shit. Another video that won’t embed for some reason. Go ahead and click this link, I think you’ll like it. UPDATE: Fixed the embed issue. I think.
Here is some more funny business:
And there you have it, another day, another post.
What the hell, now the music video won’t embed either. I’m guessing it has something to do with the malware cleanup. But damn it, I want you to see my videos without clicking a link. I’ll work on it. In the meantime, here you go: Lucky Man by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer.
I survived the Hash trail yesterday—at least the part of it I did. But to my credit, I did the hard part. My hill-climbing stamina has been fading rapidly, and I was somewhat worried about doing what I knew would be a challenging ascent. I thought of excuses to avoid the trail, but in the end, I decided I’m not ready to be a quitter. I’ll get up that hill or die trying, I told myself. I hadn’t gone far when I questioned that decision, because the long climb was an ass-kicker. Still, I hadn’t been out this way for a long enough time that it felt fresh and new. And because of that, I was able to overcome the urge to bail out and shortcut back down since I wasn’t sure which way to go. I plodded onward, but knowing there was a second climb in my future, I decided I had done my duty with the first half of the hike, and once we descended to Rizal Extension, I opted to do a road walk back to the On-Home at Bella Monte. The length of my version was about the same as the Hare’s trail (around 6K), but I avoided another hill. That’s my story in words; here are the photos:
And that’s the story of this week’s Hash. I won’t be attending another Subic Hash until December. I’ve got some travel plans coming up.
From the August 2015 LTG archives is the post I made about my 60th birthday. And here I am having made it to 70. And now, let’s see if I can live to write the 80th-birthday post.
Today’s YouTube video discusses the realities of life for the majority of Filipinos. Yes, it is not paradise for most. This video is focused on Manila, but I see similar poverty on my walkabouts. It’s sad to view the hardships so many endure. Still, I’ve never ceased to be impressed by the locals’ resilience and ability to maintain a positive attitude and a friendly nature.
Let me leave you with a smile or two:
And there you have it. Changing things up some today by attending the weekly RSL meeting. It starts at 2:00, which isn’t in keeping with my kind of schedule, but there is a raffle drawing worth 99,000 pesos, so I’m making an exception with the hope of getting lucky. And the proceeds go to the RSL’s charity projects, so it is good to support that effort. Beer will be served, so everyone is a winner.
The passing of Dave Fisher is still reverberating through our little town and in Angeles City, where he was an icon at the end of the last century. To honor his memory, we spent some time in Green Room and Wet Spot last night. When we arrived, our friend Beth, the head waitress at Wet Spot, who had worked with Dave since his AC days, was in tears. She was hugging the Filipino lad who does maintenance at the Maze and gets around on the prosthetic leg that Dave provided him years ago. Touching the lives of others in a meaningful way is Dave’s true legacy; the bars were always just a retirement hobby.
Lots of posts on social media lamenting Dave’s passing, but this one really captured his essence:
I have known Dave a long time and had many personal conversations with him over the years. Many I feel were private and will remain so. Dave managed to separate his home live and bar life better than anyone I have ever known. Usually, he would arrive in Angeles or Barretto on Thursday and go back to Makati on Sunday.
Dave kept his Makati life private and so will I. But it was just as busy and fulfilling as his bar life. He had membership in tennis clubs, imported Andelusian horses, was president of the Manila wine club, had involvement with several charities including Doctors Without Borders.
Dave grew up in Ohio and still has family there. He went to Ohio State and graduated from Medical School. He never was the type to sit in a private practice or stay on a hospital staff. Some of his achievements were being on a US Presidents medical staff and traveling with them. Managing a medical division of Siemens Corp developing cancer test and treatment equipment.
Dave was involved in ownership of several Nana Plaza bars and many of the names of the bars he owned in Angeles and Barretto came from there.
Dave started showing up in Angeles around the same time I did mid-late 1980’s. After moving to Makati in the early 1990’s he became more frequent. His first bar was Voodoo in the old Vampire location, then he opened his first of several Lollipops in the current Swiss Hotel location. He built the Kokomo’s restaurant on the corner of A. Santos and Fields over the remnants of the crumpled building left from Pinatubo. He and JC (Margaritaville now Margarita Station thanks to Jimmy Buffets lawyers) staged good natured war with the waitresses dressed in military costumes. Since it’s opening it is much smaller inside now after adding a bar, hotel and swimming pool. I don’t think Dave ever owned more than about a half dozen bars at a time, but he was opening and selling them like trading cards. My personal favorites were both Lollipop locations and Treasure Island. I will never forget the shower shows on the third floor of TI. Around 2004 Dave bought a small hotel on Baloy Beach named it Kokomos and put in theme rooms. He told me it would be his retirement. In 2006 after over a decade in AC had having nearly personally breathed life back into the go-go scene he was done and had everything up for sale planning to have a quiet life in Barretto.
Once again Dave started a second empire. The Treasure Island Hotel and several others came into play. Old man Dreden wanted to move back to the states so Dave bought the building that currently houses Wetspot, Sit-n-Bull and the Paradise hotel now. Like in AC Dave probably never owned more than a half dozen bars at a time, but I can name at least a dozen he had through the past twenty years.
Dave set up, managed and was MC for over one thousand SOB’s, 27 annual Scorpio Bar Hops (his birthday bashes), annual Superbowl Parties, nearly a hundred pool parties and many of the VFW annual beauty contests. Not to mention his many charity events. He was kind enough to invite me to many and I would always offer to chip and cover some of the cost. Dave would never take a peso from anyone saying, “It’s all set up.” Oh, I’ll mention one; his annual Christmas dinners for the local children. He would dress up like Santa Claus and more than 200 local children would line up to receive their take away Christmas Dinners. I really think the local children thought that he actually was Santa Claus.
There are tears in my eyes as I write this. But I am not crying for Dave. I am crying for myself and loss of not having my dear friend around to help me gain the perspective for life that he always provided.
A few thoughts to end this:
· You can tell the quality of a Boss by how long his employees stick with him. Dave has bar managers, mama sans and even waitresses who have been with him for decades.
· You can tell the quality of a person by his friends. Dave has touched more peoples lives than anyone I have ever known.
· Dave often used his vast vocabulary to come up with one-word definitions of a person. I never did find out what he had for me. The one I would use for Dave was “Gracious.”
· Finally TGATM 64 –“Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out alive anyway.”
Anyway, as Wet Spot manager Bret, who has worked for Dave for over twenty years, said to me last night, the real surprise is that Dave lived as long as he did, and now his suffering has finally ended. So, we can both mourn his passing and celebrate the memories he left us.
Here’s what else happened yesterday:
Swan participated in her first 10K running event.
If it looks dark, that’s because it was an early morning run. She left home a little after three in the morning.
Good job, my love.
While Swan was doing her new thing, I undertook responsibility for the Sunday Sweets Stroll. Didn’t want to disappoint the kiddies two weeks in a row (the typhoon stymied us last Sunday). After the run, Swan spent some time with the neighbors at Treasure Island while I attended to the Hideaway feeding.
Then Swan and I met up at John’s place for our Sunday dinner.
As I mentioned earlier, after dinner we hung out at Green Room and Wet Spot, remembering our times there with Daddy Dave. Swan even had the rare second glass of wine, but we still made it home before the 9 pm old man bedtime.
My buddy Scott put together a photo collage of the sunset as seen from The Rite Spot earlier this week:
The Corona Hash group has a new adventure planned for January.
I’ve fantasized about doing a hike like that ever since I saw the video of a group he made the trek back in 2011. Alas, my physical ability is no longer up to the task. It’s going to be all mountains, no concrete. And knowing Corona, they won’t be taking any easy trails. I wish them well, but I’ll just do a wussy trip to Da Nang, Vietnam instead.
And here’s the YouTube video of those who went before. I would if I could, but I can’t, so I won’t. But damn, it looks like the adventure of a lifetime. Hmm, it won’t let me post that video for some reason. I guess you’ll have to click this link instead.
From the August 2015 LTG archives are the stories of buying the last car I will ever own and of eating at a new barbecue joint in Itaewon. Sometimes it’s the little things that make life worth living.
Facebook memories reminded me of the fucked up world we were living in four years ago:
And we’ll finish this post with the usual bad humor:
Okay, time to get psyched for today’s Hash run. Leech My Nuggets is the Hare, so I’m expecting an ass-kicker. I’ve seen the map for today’s trail, and if I play it smart, I can keep it at one big climb at the start and a lesser effort about halfway through. Problem is, I’ve been struggling on the little hills in the neighborhood lately. I’m going to try it anyway. After all, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
I hope I’ll be back to post all about it here tomorrow.
I just now got the sad news that Dave Fisher, owner of Wet Spot and Green Room, and a long-time icon of Barretto, has passed away. He will be missed. What always most impressed me about Dave was how he looked out for the interests of the foreigners here. He was well-connected with the mayor’s office in Olongapo and worked hard behind the scenes to protect the bar district from the corruption so prevalent in Angeles City. Things like bar raids are almost non-existent here. And if someone fucked up and wound up in jail, Dave would often visit and ensure they had adequate food and care. I expect we’ll see some changes to the way things are in the future, and I doubt they will be for the better. Dave stuck around until his mid-80s and lived an amazing life as a physician and pharmaceutical executive in Europe, before getting into the bar business in both Thailand and the Philippines over twenty years ago. It won’t be the same without him around.
Yesterday was less depressing than today’s news, so let’s get to that.
We did the Decay Dance under sprinkles of raindrops. There weren’t as many kids around, so we extended our walk by another 3K.
At beer o’clock, I headed out to the side of town I don’t visit often enough.
When we were ready to eat dinner, we headed almost next door.
For our nightcap, we crossed the highway (no easy task on a Saturday night) and visited the newest bar in town, Gold Bar.
Swan had to get up at 3:00 am for a running event, so we didn’t stay late. I’ll share more about that tomorrow, but she did her first 10K run and says she enjoyed it.
Today’s post from the LTG archives in July 2015 recounts the sad story of a Filipino friend getting caught by Korean immigration and deported back to the Philippines. Also, one of my best friends from my time in Korea returned to the USA to teach in Arizona. People come and go in life, and today I’m saying goodbye to the legend, Dave Fisher.
Facebook memories from this date in time:
Today’s YouTube video also comes from Facebook, thirteen years ago. Oddly enough, two years later, I did get rehired by my old crew at 8th Army.
And now, before I go:
Well, damn. Dave put up a good fight, and now his suffering is over. Still hard to believe he’s gone. It occurs to me that mourning has a selfish element to it. And I’m a selfish bastard sometimes.
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On to yesterday, then. There was the Friday group hike to attend to.
Shortly after we started, I decided to take a pee at a gas station we passed. I wound up on my knees on the sidewalk.
There were some workers clearing weeds and a woman who appeared to be in charge. We approached her and asked if we might have a look around. She consented to our trespassing.
Back home and hungry, Swan made me lunch.
When it was time to head into town, we started with dinner at Jewel Cafe.
We crossed the highway for a drink or two at Red Bar, then did our nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks. And that’s how we filled the hours on our Friday.
On to July 2015 in the LTG archives. It has been interesting (to me) to read about things I would have otherwise totally forgotten. Like this chance encounter with a crazy guy in my Itaewon hangout, Shenanigans. Sometimes the meaningless moments are part of the milestones on this journey we call life.
It’s been a while since we’ve checked in with Smart Girl Philippines. Well, here she is talking about why the Christmas season is the best time of the year for sex.
And you may enjoy these:
And with that, I’ll sign off for today.
This song takes me back to those long-haired hippy-freak days, the first time I lived through the 70s.