I guess I never really left but I did take a detour to explore a dead-end road called Love. So, I still have my darts, my walking, and my drinking adventures to post about. That’s probably best for you readers and me.
Another third-place finish in darts last night, but no complaints about it this time. I threw better than I did on Friday and we lost to superior teams. That’s the way it goes. After darts, a group of us went across the street to Mango’s and enjoyed a late dinner. I devoured my pork chops favorite. The other end of the table had roast chicken and baby back ribs. No one was disappointed in their meal. Kevin and I split the $70. tab. Not bad for seven diners, eh?
In other news, the canteen I’m sponsoring for a friend is making progress towards opening. She’s had a crew out cleaning, painting, and fixing things up. I wish her well. Tough times to be opening an eatery, but the business model she plans doesn’t rely so much on foreigners. Hopefully when the lockdowns are lifted there will be lots of Filipino tourists back in town to enjoy the beach and her Filipino delicacies.
And here’s a public service announcement:
A long (for me) 10K solo hike this morning. I snapped a photo every kilometer or so…
You can Relive the hike here if you so desire:
And that’s where things stand in my loveless world.
The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That’s where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other townAll he wanted
Was to be free
And that’s the way
It turned out to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
“Home seet home at last!”
You’ve been there long enough to start writing with an accent.
Ah, wet feet. I’m not sure that walking more than 10K with wet feet is a good idea. I mean, I guess I did that around a month ago when I walked with JW to Hanam City in the wind and rain, but walking long distances with wet feet is usually an invitation to Blisterville. Your feet are OK?
Damn it! I meant, “home sheet home.” (shit with an accent)
Yesterday’s water puddles came out the end of the hike. But I’ve actually never had a blister issue when walking long distances with wet feet. Maybe I’ve just been lucky…