Yesterday was another windswept rainy day here in paradise, but that didn’t stop the Wednesday Walkers. The four of us in attendance deployed our umbrellas and embarked on a 7+K walk to Waltermart on the far side of Subic town. We enjoyed periodic breaks in the downpours, and once our feet were soaked, wading through puddles no longer mattered. That voice in my head had been screaming for me to bail out and shortcut since early in the hike, but I successfully ignored its entreaties. I’ve never paid attention to my heart rate while hiking, but I was curious how my damaged blood pump was doing on this mostly flat walk. According to my Fitbit, walking at a thirteen-minute kilometer pace had my heart beating around one hundred times a minute. During the one gentle uphill we encountered, I got up to 120. According to this website, the maximum for an old fart like me is around 128. So, I was in the zone, but yesterday’s adventure was nothing like those hard climbs at the Hash. One more thing to keep my eye on, I guess.
The rain kept coming and going all afternoon, but that didn’t stop us from heeding the call of beer o’clock. That’s why God created umbrellas, right? First stop, BarCelona.
I ran into a guy I know there, and he introduced me to his friend. This friend is in the process of opening a new bar in Barretto (the former McArthur’s) and a resort on Baloy Beach. I wished him well and dropped a big hint about opening a beach bar at his resort location. I’ll keep an eye out for the openings and do a review here.
Our next stop was the Green Room downstairs, and we had a pleasant visit there as usual. We did our nightcap at Wet Spot and ordered takeout from Sit-n-Bull for dinner at home.
And that’s the way I rolled through another Wednesday.
Way back in 2007, I was feeling the blues at 3 Alley Pub in Itaewon, Seoul. As I recall, a gal I had been crushing on showed up with another guy and was playing kissy-face with him across the table from me.
This was also in my Facebook memories feed, but it rings as true now as it ever did.
Today’s YouTube video tells the story of an expat in trouble for a crime he didn’t know was a crime (neither did I): he kicked his girlfriend out of his condo. Swan is the first gal I’ve lived with here, and as I like to tease, she came with the house.
The vlogger gives all the background you need in the video above, but if you want to hear more of the story, here’s the original video he references.
Thousands of comedians out of work, and I’M trying to be funny:
Okay, it’s time for me to get ready to have my consultation with the doctor about my heart. I’ll share what I learn tomorrow.
And as an added bonus, here is one of those first reaction to this song videos:
Does Swan also require alcohol to get her through the day? I’d look into stocking up on boxed wines then for the home in case she has a seizure from withdrawals.
Where Teddy Bears go when they die
It seems somehow more horrible that you can’t quite see the teddy’s face.
Sounds like a crappy relationship (and there is no toilet paper)
Then we know what his calling is.
Sorry to hear that they didn’t have the wine Swan wanted.
Another rainy walk. Hey, as long as it never gets old…
Re: the videos. A bad situation all around. Pretty low of Bob to just kick her out, but dont really know the whole story.
Yeah, I agree. Bob had her quit a job, move to Davao, had her kid move in with them, and THEN decided he wanted to chase other women. Bob was an asshole, but that shouldn’t be a crime.
Every day is a new adventure, rain or shine.
“Then we know what his calling is.”
Asswipe?
Scott, nah, we keep a bottle at home, but she only drinks here on special occasions. She’ll have a glass of wine (or two at the most) when she is out barhopping with me. I usually have three or four beers for every wine she drinks.