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

Anyway, started things off with the Sunday Candy Walk.

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

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

Next on the agenda was the weekly Hideaway feeding.

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

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.

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.

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:

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.

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:

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!

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.

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

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

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:

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

(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.

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:

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:

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.

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

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:

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.

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

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.

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

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:

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:

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.

An eruption of good times yesterday. Well, maybe I’m blowing smoke, but it was mostly good.

I do have a friend traveling there today, so I hope things calm down before he arrives. More of the same in my little town, but still tweaking things some to enhance the experience. Here’s the lowdown:

Me and my gal did our standard Saturday stroll, dispensing candy and cookies along the way. Some of what we saw:

Here’s a five-minute video clip of one of the streets we walked.

And the best part of the day was yet to come. We had made plans to join our neighbor Jeff and his wife Davina for the grand opening of a new bar named Tryst last night. Alas, we discovered that the opening has been delayed until Wednesday. Despite that setback, we kept our scheduled dinner meetup at Sit-n-Bull for 6 p.m. Swan and I headed out early for some pre-dinner refreshments at Sloppy Joe’s.

After our meal, we paid a visit to Alaska Club where Swan and Davina played some pool.

We moved next door to Wet Spot for our nightcap. A busy Saturday night in the bar. And then Davina showed Swan how to do a blowjob. Wow! And I’ve got it on video!

You knew I was talking about a blowjob shooter, right? Right?

After the blowjob revelry, we headed for home. The nice thing about partying with the neighbors is the free ride home in comfort. My resistance to the call from a brownie smothered in vanilla ice cream was nil.

A Thanksgiving post from November 2006 in the LTG archives. It’s pretty worthless without the photos. I hope I can figure out how they might be recovered.

Today’s YouTube addresses which is the better choice, Thailand or the Philippines. I know how I chose, although I still enjoy an occasional visit to the Land of Smiles.

And a bonus video from a vlogger friend who made a video of the recent Fralics bikini contest. Go Philippines!

And now for the smiles:

And that’s that; I hope I didn’t blow it. Stormy skies and rolling thunder as I write this, so my Sunday on the Arizona floating bar is looking doubtful at the moment. I am blessed to have options, though.

The same old, same old does get old after a while, but that’s just small town life I suppose. That’s not to say I ain’t having fun, and even a small tweak can liven things up a tad. Friday kicked off with the group hike, as usual. It’s been hotter than normal these past few days, so we opted to keep things flat and mainly on the street. We hadn’t done that Matain-Calapacuan-Santo Tomas route in quite some time, so that added a taste of freshness as we marched along.

When the day had progressed to the point of making plans for the drinking hours, I wasn’t sure what to do with them. The fact of the matter was that I was feeling a little bored with the Barretto bar scene. Then it occurred to me that we hadn’t made the journey out to Kon-Tiki for quite a while.

When darkness descended, we headed back into Barretto. Our friend Beth was back to work after a two-week vacation, and I was hoping to run into Daddy Dave at the SOB Aftermath, so we did our nightcap at Wet Spot. It was good seeing Beth again, but Dave was a no-show. I hope he is feeling better soon.

We stuck around for the first raffle drawing at the Aftermath, and my number was the first ticket called.

It was after the ungodly hour of nine p.m. before we finally headed for home. Hard to believe I was able to stay out that late, I know.

From the LTG archives is this post from October 2006 recounting some of my daily adventures as I immersed myself in the South Korea lifestyle. For some reason, the photos I posted back then are no longer showing. Perhaps they were lost when I moved the blog to a new hosting service. Are they gone forever?

In today’s YouTube video, the Filipina Pea weighs in on the vlogger Vitaly controversy. She interviews an attorney about the deep do-do this lame motherfucker has gotten himself into. Vitaly is now living my nightmare inside a Filipino jail. It doesn’t look like he’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.

Let’s cleanse the palate with these:

And that’s the way it was. Now, to get on with the way it is. Tell you all about it tomorrow.

I’ve been having some issues with pain in my lower back, primarily when I sit upright or lie in bed. Standing and walking are fine. So, I wake up early (the moonset above is at 3:30 a.m.) and then plop down in front of the computer, which does nothing to ease the pain. Hopefully, this, too, shall pass.

My big Tuesday event was traveling to Angeles City for an updated ECG. My cardiologist wanted the test taken at the same hospital where I had my previous ECG done, and she thinks the AUF hospital is the best around for cardiology testing.

My appointment was at ten, and we arrived a little after nine. The cost for the testing was 4800 pesos, and that was paid upfront. There were two different tests, ECG and something called a 12-Lead. The hospital will email the results on Friday.

Since we were in town anyway, I had my driver take me to the S&R store (it’s like a Costco) to do some shopping. I always come away a little disappointed in not being able to find things that I want that aren’t available at Royal, like sugar-free pudding, but I still managed to spend 15,000 pesos on groceries.

When it was time to hit the beach, Swan opted out because she was preparing for a family outing today. So, I was on my own.

Sunset is my cue to head ashore for dinner at Treasure Island.

Well, it filled the void in my stomach. It had been quite some time since I ventured out without Swan by my side. Everyone on the floater and at TI asked where my “wife” was. I admit I was missing her and realized how empty my life would feel without her. My, how things have changed. I don’t think I could ever be satisfied with a transactional relationship again.

I departed Treasure Island after my meal and headed for home. Surprisingly, no trikes were waiting for customers for the entire length of Baloy Beach Road (about a kilometer). I’d never seen that before. Even the trike stand at the highway junction was empty. I finally flagged down a passing trike for the rest of the ride home.

Swan had prepared a cheesecake-like dessert and I enjoyed a slice before bed.

Tomorrow is going to be one of those days, and I’m powerless to do a thing about it.

My plan at the moment is to rent a room at the Outback Resort so I’ll have a place to relax in the comfort that only electricity can provide. We’ll see.

I’ve made it to August 2006 in my journey through the LTG archives. It was nice to remember celebrating my 51st birthday with my good friend, Duke. We went to a play (a Korean version of Grease, if you can imagine that), then dinner at a fancy Korean restaurant that included singing and dancing performances. After that, we hit the bars, played some darts, and drank a lot of beer and shots. We also stayed out well into the wee hours of the morning. Damn, I thought fifty-one was old back then, but from the perspective of being sixty-nine, I seem so young. Lots of pictures in that post to enhance the memories. Definitely a worthy night for inclusion in The Story of My Life.

Today’s YouTube video provides an update on that scumbag vlogger Vitaly. Guess what? He is not being deported after all. Instead, he has been charged with multiple crimes that could potentially result in a lengthy prison sentence. But this being the Philippines, there is no entitlement to a speedy trial. He may well spend years in a hellhole Filipino jail before he has a court date. Honestly, he fucked up big time and is going to pay for it. I almost feel sorry for him.

And now for the fun stuff:

And that completes today’s blogging duty. You get what you pay for, and LTG is free!

Well, more like a sprinkling of new on top of the same old, same old. That’s just the way I roll.

Kicked off the morning with the Sweet Saturday Stroll, handing out goodies to the kids in the surrounding neighborhoods.

I did a four-minute video clip of one section of our stroll.

Back home and glancing out the window, there was smoke on Black Rock:

So, by now, you are probably thinking, WTF? There’s nothing different here. Well, when we ventured into town at beer o’clock, we went somewhere we’d never been before: the new Red Bar. Or, more accurately, the new location of Red Bar. It occupies the space that was formerly the home of Blue Butterfly, a bar I reviewed here. All the things I liked about Blue Butterfly are still present at Red Bar, but inside, they also added a dance stage. Well, my thing is sitting outside and watching the world go by, and that’s just what we did yesterday.

So, despite it being our first visit, we felt right at home. We both knew several of the waitresses working there now, and Swan bought them some food from a passing vendor. I chipped in some lady drinks, and we let the good times roll. Perhaps the best review I can render is reporting that Swan wanted to stay for a SECOND glass of wine. That almost never happens. She said she was enjoying the outdoor vibe and the music.

Sticking with our open-air desires and seldom-visited theme, we did our nightcap at Cheap Charlies.

It was a lovely Saturday night out on the town. We will definitely be adding Red Bar to our list of frequently visited venues.

From the LTG archives is a post from January 2006 written on the occasion of my one-year anniversary in Korea. I’d signed up for a two-year tour, so I was thinking I was halfway home. Except it didn’t turn out that way. Just another tale in The Story of My Life.

Today’s YouTube video strikes a little too close to home. I feel estranged from my family back home, and from my perspective, they’ve turned their backs on me. Perhaps they see the opposite. Either way, it hurts.

And here I go again:

And there you have it. Back to normal today, but I’m okay with that. I’ll share the details tomorrow. Y’all come back now, hear?

Well, the hike was longer than usual (almost 10K), and it was mainit (mah-een-it). That’s what Swan kept saying as we marched along, so it looks like the hot season is upon us once again. Soon, I’ll be looking forward to the rainy season so I can complain about being soaked with something other than sweat. That’s life in the Philippines, and that’s the life I’ve chosen, so here we go.

I had an SOB to introduce to Jay before he flew home to Japan in the wee hours of morning, so at the appointed hour, we met up at Wet Spot.

Anyway, Jay seemed to enjoy the show. He was also a judge, and our scorecards came out the same. The other judges disagreed with our ranking order, but everyone had Wet Spot on top. Jay said he didn’t have any experience with an “all you can drink” system, and he was pretty toasted by the end of the show. We took him next door to Sit-n-Bull so he could get some food to take back to his hotel while he waited for his airport transportation to arrive. He messaged me today that he made it back to Japan safe and sound.

From the LTG archives is another nearly meaningless post from January 2006 entitled, “Made it to Friday.” I’m only posting it here now because it contains a link (that surprisingly still works) to an article in the Seoul Times about the bars of Itaewon. I don’t remember it being nearly as bad as the author (an Irish bloke) describes, but these days with the Army down south, the Itaewon I knew will never be the same.

This photo of my high school sweetheart and me came up in my Facebook memories today:

Fourteen years ago, I moved into my retirement home in South Carolina and completed my darts setup.

Everything changes, and life goes on. Until it doesn’t.

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay shares his perspectives on maintaining a positive relationship with a “good girl” Filipina. The first example he uses is about a guy who exposed his wife to the bar scene (that she didn’t like), and she eventually left him over his refusal to leave that life behind. Hmm. Swan joins me on my bar excursions, but she seems to be enjoying herself. Granted, we don’t do the raunchy places, but she appears to be okay with that aspect of my life. I guess it depends on the girl.

And now it’s time to smile:

Another day, another post. It may all be meaningless, but keep ’em coming!

An enjoyable Thursday stroll with the neighbors doing the Philseco Road loop around Subic town. And then a relaxing evening on Baloy Beach showing our visitor Jay around. A surprise encounter with Martin and Joss at Treasure Island Resort led to a shared dining experience. We dropped Jay at Harley’s on our way home, and he took it from there. It seems his night had a happy ending. It doesn’t get much better than that around here!

After some R&R at home, it was time to hit the beach.

So, as I mentioned, Jay went to Harley’s after dinner. And when the floating bar closed, one of the gals he had met there joined him. He said they had a nice night together. Well done, young man!

I’ve made it to January 2006 in my journey through the LTG archives. In a post called “Peekaboo Paradox,” I make the claim that I miss the Sunday edition of the Washington Post. Damn, I’ve come a long way, baby! Now, one thing I’ve noticed is almost none of the shit I linked to all those years ago still works. However, to my surprise, the article I linked to is still available and still worth reading. Enjoy!

Today’s YouTube video is a good reminder to not lose your cool as a foreigner in the Philippines. I adopted this mantra long ago: “Take a deep breath. Relax. Accept the Filipino way.” It helps!

The funny business:

Jay’s last night in town, so I’m going to introduce him to that SOB I know. What a life, eh?

Yesterday’s adventure with the Wednesday Walkers took us to higher ground, and it was worth the climb. We wanted to share the views from the Kalaklan Ridge with first-time visitor Jay and my neighbors, Martin and Joss. They were not disappointed. Here is some of what we saw along the way.

I made a shortish seven-minute video from where we stood in the photo above to the viewpoint. Some awesome scenery along the way, and as a bonus, you can hear me sing the theme song to Mr. Ed.

And so concluded the morning fun. When beer o’clock arrived, we headed to Alaska Club to spend the 500-peso SOB voucher I brought home last week. While there, I heard from the wife of Emmanuel, the peanut vendor (she was on his Facebook account), saying that he was in the hospital again and needed my help to purchase medicine.

The wife came from the hospital in Olongapo to Alaska Club to pick up the 3000 pesos he needed. Some nights, I’ll spend that much in the bars, so it’s all relative. I didn’t really keep track, but we bought a pizza, a couple of lady drinks, and some tips (50 pesos each) for the dancers at Alaska. Then we moved on to Green Room for our nightcap, and more lady drinks and tips flowed. It’s a blessing to share the relative bounty of my pension, bringing comfort and joy to those around me. Or so I keep telling myself.

Once back to the comfort and safety of home, I overindulged in dessert. Swan asked if I wanted a scoop of ice cream or her fruit salad. I responded, “Both,” and stuck to my guns.

Today’s visit to the LTG archives took me to a post from December 2005, entitled “Regarding Canada.” It made me smile because my visiting friend, Jay, is a Canadian. The first half of the post is a meaningless rant about Canada’s failure to support the ongoing GWOT (global war on terror). It’s the second half where I recount the circumstances of my being denied permission to enter Canada back in 1974 that makes the post worthy of inclusion in The Story of My Life. I’ve still never been to Canada.

On this day in history, I made these Facebook posts:

The Filipina Pea is still visiting Florida in the good ol’ USA, and in today’s YouTube video, she shares her first visit to a Costco outlet. We do have a similar store here (S&R) in nearby Pampagna, but I guess they don’t have an outlet where she lives in Dumaguete.

The daily dose of humor:

Alright, my duty here is now completed. I promised Jay a tour of Baloy Beach later today, which will include my overdue visit to the Kokomo’s floating bar and Swan’s feet in the sand time. More to come tomorrow, unless the Gods have other plans for me.

The Hares laid a short but challenging trail this week, and I fell for it. We began and ended at the 13 Resort in Calapandayan. The trail started with a mild uphill on pavement followed by a steep and treacherous downward path covered in slippery leaves and ankle-grabbing vines. I had a couple of close calls along the way but never hit the ground. Then there was another up, but it wasn’t too bad. Coming down the other side, our trail was covered in a sheet of trampled grass. It wasn’t as slick as ice, but it was close enough. My feet decided to go airborne, and I wound up on my ass. The only blood I spilled was from a scraped elbow, so I’ve got nothing to complain about.

A bit of over-indulgence yesterday, but that’s what the Hash is all about.

From the LTG archives is this post from my first Thanksgiving in Korea, where I reflect on all that I had to be thankful for. Everything changes.

Eleven years ago, I was reflecting in the mountains of Seoul.

When you are living rich in a poor country, it is sometimes easy to overlook what life is like when you are living poor. I enjoyed this vlogger’s storytelling so much I’ve now subscribed to her channel.

Humor me:

I’ll be continuing my tour guide duties this evening by accompanying Jay to Alley Cats for the Tuesday dart tournament. I won’t be playing, however. Not sure what we will do after that, but I have an SOB coupon I need to use at Alaska Club. We’ll see.

The Wednesday Walkers ventured out to the far side of Olongapo City with the plan of revisiting Martin Falls, a journey we last took a couple of years ago. Things change, and memories fade. Which is the best excuse I can come up with for our failure to find our way to our intended destination. Our two wrong turns both resulted in an unnecessary hill climb and then a retreat. After the second wayward attempt, we did discover the path we should have taken, but by then, we were whupped and just said, “fuck it.” The trail will be there next time we come out this way, and the proper course is not etched in our brains. Famous last words.

Wednesday evening involved a visit to It Doesn’t Matter, a snack at Sit-n-Bull, and a nightcap at Green Room.

How I roll, like it or not:

I never got that email from Musk, but I answered it anyway:

Today’s stroll through the LTG archives recalled the time I had to teach a Korean woman the meaning of sodomy. For the record, I didn’t show her, I told her. Still, it was amusing enough to warrant inclusion in The Story of My Life.

Back in 2008, I fell in love with a Korean woman for the first time.

Five years ago, this insanity had just begun:

Today’s YouTube video is from the Filipina Pea, who is currently visiting the USA and discovering the joys of a Florida flea market. That gal gets around!

And you knew this was coming:

Oh well, that’s just about enough for today. Did my blood work this morning and will pick up the results this afternoon prior to my appointment with Dr. Jo. Then I’ll pay an overdue visit to The Rite Spot On The Roof. I will let you know how that goes tomorrow.

Welcome to the club!

The day started off on the wrong foot with an email from my credit union back home saying the power of attorney I’d submitted to enable my daughter to sell my house “has been declined because it doesn’t comply with state requirements.” That was news to the attorney in South Carolina who prepared it. And it means that day trip to Manila and the two hundred bucks I spent to secure the POA at the embassy was for naught. I’ve messaged the credit union for more specifics on the problem, but they have yet to respond.

In other news, the former president of the Philippines, Rodrigo Duterte, has been arrested on a warrant from the International Criminal Court and is on his way to Rotterdam to stand trial. I avoid engaging in political issues here in the PI since I’m a guest in this country. Still, if my Facebook feed is any indication, Filipinos are incensed that the current president has allowed this to happen. Duterte is accused of having thousands of drug dealers and users murdered during his term in office, without the benefit of due process or a trial. I thought it was wrong then, but I’m on a tourist visa and must keep my opinions to myself.

The rest of my Wednesday looked like this:

The Wednesday Walkers ventured out to Cawag and did a hike in and around Club Morocco. We hadn’t been out this way for a year or so, and that’s long enough to make it seem almost new to me.

We began our Wednesday evening with the traditional “seldom visited bar” search. This week, we found ourselves at Oasis.

It’s been a year or more since our last visit. We stopped coming when they didn’t have red wine available for Swan’s enjoyment. Then, the upstairs bar closed down, and a virtual golf studio opened in its place. That didn’t last more than a few months, which didn’t surprise me. Now, the upstairs Oasis is back, but with a new vibe–it’s the lowest priced beer bar in Barretto at 50 pesos a bottle (Beer 2 Beer brand is only 35!). That’s even less expensive than Cheap Charlies right up the street. I think they should have renamed the place “Cheaper Than Charlies.” And they have red wine in stock!

There was a good crowd of folks there during our visit, so, so far, so good. I understand they also have a food menu, although we didn’t check that out yesterday. I’m sure we’ll be back in the future.

We stopped into Green Room next. I played Chu in a game of pool, and once again, I lost. I did play marginally better, though. Then we did our nightcap next door at Wet Spot. Before we departed, we ordered some takeout from Sit-n-Bull. In a moment of weakness, I ordered the Maui chicken burger (with ham and a slice of pineapple on top) and a side of baked beans. It seems like I’m having an epidemic of weak moments lately.

Today’s entry from the LTG archives is entitled My Favorite Soldier. My daughter, Hillary (she was part of the package that came with wife #3) served two tours in Afghanistan. This post was about a gift she sent me from there.

I posted this YouTube video on Facebook seven years ago:

Four years ago, I was dining at my favorite restaurant in Angeles City:

In today’s YouTube video, George does his afternoon Barretto bar crawl. Of interest was that Dempsey’s, an old bar I’ve seen in Olongapo City but never visited, is moving to Barretto. He also mentions Oasis and their beer specials.

Humor time:

Okay, enough of this nonsense for today. It’s my last night in Barretto until next week, and I’m kicking it off with a chelation session from Dr. Jo. After that, who knows? Well, you will if you tune in tomorrow.

Just a couple showed up for the Friday group hike.

I asked Swan where she’d like to go, and she responded, “Kalaklan.” Sometimes I wonder if she’s trying to kill me! Well, I didn’t want to disappoint her, so we caught a Jeepney out of town to the easiest way up the ridge I know of. Spoiler alert: I survived! But since you’re reading this post, I guess you know that already.

Here’s a two-minute video Swan made when we reached the ridgeline road.

The SOB was being held at Whiskey Girl bar, and I elected not to attend. The last time I was there, they had no wine available for Swan. It’s not my favorite venue anyway, so we spent our Friday evening going to other seldom-visited bars.

Then we went to Jewel Cafe for dinner. We had both been craving the filet mignon steaks they serve there. We were a little disappointed to discover that the price had gone up from 499 pesos to 599. If my math is correct, that’s a 20% increase.

We hadn’t been to Mugshots bar since it reopened after being remodeled. The pool table is gone now, replaced with a stage for dancing girls. It was just what Barretto needed—another go-go bar. Not! They still had the signage up for their pool tourneys, which was a sad reminder of what was and now will not be. I’m not even a pool player, but I’d heard people talk about Mugshots being a great venue for playing. I didn’t much care for the new vibe, and I doubt I’ll be returning any time soon.

We did our nightcap at Alaska Club. As soon as I walked in, I knew something was a little off. Oh yeah, most of the dancers were at Whiskey Girl for the SOB competition. Duh. No big deal; only one dancer to tip, so I saved some coin. We pulled the plug on our evening out a little earlier than usual and headed for home.

I made smoothies for our bedtime treat but then made the mistake of going back for seconds.

Nearly twenty years ago, I first became a fan of the Big Hominid blog by Kevin Kim. I was so impressed with his Arbor Day post from 2005 that I quoted it in its entirety here at LTG. It was and is some impressive writing and remains one of my favorites.

Twelve years ago, I was celebrating with my old friend Duke Gates at the newly opened Hooters in Seoul. Duke is one of those friends who has vanished from social media and doesn’t respond to emails. I hope he is doing okay.

Time for another Q&A session with The Filipina Pea. I have almost zero tolerance for drama in a relationship; more often than not, drama derives from jealousy. Back in my dating days, I didn’t come back for seconds when a jealous nature was revealed. I’m delighted that Swan is secure enough in her self-esteem and our relationship that she doesn’t feel threatened by other females we encounter.

Let’s see if I can put a smile on your face:

Another day of blogging is in the books. Now to get on with the rest of my life. I’ll be back.

Now what am I gonna talk about?

Got home and did some blogging, and then it was back to Barretto to join in the Hash aftermath fun.

And that was that.

Some things I am remembering today.

In April 2017, I wrote a readers’ submission for the Stickman Bangkok website, telling the story of my broken heart and how I had developed A Brand New Plan. Needless to say, things didn’t go according to that plan. I hope love is worth the potential pain.

Then, in August 2020, I wrote a post here at LTG called, Keep The Change, which proved to be a milestone on the road that led me to where I am today. Let’s hope I never forget those lessons!

I’ll be visiting Angeles City the weekend after next, so today’s YouTube video presented information on areas I might best avoid during my stay. Well, I’m not big on the Walking Street (now called Red Street) go-go bar scene, and there are plenty of bars and restaurants closer to my hotel (The Boomerang) anyway.

Things that appeal to my low standards of humor:

Time to get on with today. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

I call it what passes for adventure around here. Another day filled with the ordinary, but with some small tweaks to the routines that serve to pass the hours.

We kicked off our Saturday with the usual stroll, which has now devolved into a variant of the Candy Walk, just in different neighborhoods. But that’s okay; I get my steps in, and Swan loves dispensing her sweetness to the children we encounter. Here’s a taste:

I made a five-minute video of the uphill portion of our hike.

This time, I held the phone vertically to facilitate my ability to climb the steps. I still need to work on improving the angle I capture. Part of the problem is that I’m always looking down when I walk.

So, what goes up must come down. And I did a video of that, too.

That was excruciating. I’ll try to do better in the future.

I still wasn’t feeling like doing the same old Saturday night in Barretto thing, so we did it on Baloy instead. And we changed things up there by visiting two new venues.

It is located at the Baywatch Resort on the second floor. It was empty when we arrived, and no one else came in during our brief visit. This has the potential to be a nice place to hang out, but the owner will have to work harder to find a way to attract customers. I understand they joined the dart league but wound up dropping out because they didn’t have enough players to field a team. They played good music, even some country songs I like, but otherwise, the vibe was non-existent.

While we were there, I caught this guy checking out Swan, so I confronted him:

Swan was ready for her toes in the sand time.

So, the beach bar Laharnyz, which used to be a popular expat hangout, is no more. It is now called Cherryz, but it was not open when we stopped to check it out. The story I heard is that the expat owner of Laharnyz and his girl split up, the girl took over the bar, and now no one goes there anymore.

As we walked the beach, we saw a new place had opened, and some of those former Laharnyz customers were drinking there. We decided to drop in and check it out.

The owner came to our table and introduced himself. He calls the venue “Kim’s Place,” and it is pretty much a one-man operation. In an odd twist, he’s a Filipino, and his name is John Kim. If I understood him correctly, he said his father was Dutch. Anyway, a nice guy and we will definitely be back to enjoy the beach vibe and sample some of the food snacks he serves.

As we chatted, I asked if he might be interested in hosting a Hash On-Home. He was familiar with the Hash from other venues he’s worked at and was willing to have us come for a beach Hash in the future. I’ll discuss that possibility with the Hash powers that be tomorrow.

While we were at Kim’s Place, I got a message from Michael and Taz asking where we’d be later. Our next stop was Treasure Island, so they met up with us there.

Saturday is live music night at TI, so we had a rockin’ good time. The place was as crowded as I’ve ever seen it.

Taz has her own YouTube channel and is a much better videographer than I’ll ever be. She showed me the video short she made of the goat rescue on our Friday hike.

Damn, music and captions, too! I may have to hire her to tutor me!

Michael and Taz live in the Club Morocco subdivision out near Cawag, a pretty good drive from Barretto. I’d looked there during one of my house-hunting trips prior to the move. Loved it, but just too isolated, especially for a non-driver. They dropped us off at our house on their way home. And so ended another day in the life.

When I imagine my “do-over” life, I think I’d elect to start again in high school and take it from there. Today, I was reminded of those long-ago times in an old Facebook post sharing memories of my high school journalism exploits.

My dream was to become a journalist, but as a poor boy, I couldn’t afford the required college degree. In my do-over life, I’m going to enlist in the Army and get my education paid for.

So, what do you think about this?

TRIGGER WARNING!

I should learn to be nicer; I honestly don’t care what people who disagree with me think. I take comfort in knowing I am right and they are wrong.

Alright, enough of the political nonsense. Let’s move on to something that we can all enjoy. Like Jambo’s video from the swimsuit competition at the Beach Bash:

And now for the smiles:

It’s been nice changing things up a tad, but today I’m back to the Sunday routines. Nothing wrong with that: a Candy Walk, the Hideaway feeding, sunset on the Arizona floating bar, dinner at John’s place, and a nightcap at Green Room. Life is good.

It’s odd the things in life you remember. I took a typing class in high school, and the sentence in today’s post title contains every letter in the English alphabet. We used it to practice our keyboarding skills (it wasn’t called that back then, though).

I won’t say that things were completely off-key, but yesterday was not as rhythmic as most of my Tuesdays. There was a rainbow at the end of the day, so you take the bad with the good and count your blessings.

Shopping as usual was the first order of business, but on the way to YBC supermarket, we stopped by the computer repair shop. The parts to repair my computer keyboard have STILL not arrived. I sarcastically asked if they were being shipped from Mars, and the repair guy responded, “China.” I’m starting to wonder if I’m being scammed (I’ve already paid 2000 pesos for the parts), but I’ll give it another week before demanding a refund.

No surprises or issues at YBC or Royal, so the cupboards are stocked for another week.

With the grocery shopping completed, I asked my driver to take me to the nearby Harbor Point Mall. I just couldn’t bear another week trying to blog without the letters z, x, c, and v. I never realized how frequently those letters appear in words I routinely use. So, I headed upstairs to an electronics shop in search of a portable keyboard.

I still want my laptop fixed. This new keyboard is a temporary solution and is far from ideal. The layout is different; the keys are smaller and not lighted, making it hard to use in the dark mornings while Swan sleeps. Still, it is Very niCe Having Zero holes left in the words I use.

Exciting shit, eh? But wait, there’s more! When beer o’clock rolled around, it was time for Swan to enjoy some toes in the sand on Baloy Beach.

And shortly after boarding the floater, we saw this on the horizon:

And then we got hit by a rain squall like I’ve never experienced when visiting a floating bar.

Into each life, some rain must fall!

The storm passed soon enough, but the clouds dashed our plans to watch the sunset.

Home a little earlier than usual, but that’s okay. Some internet time, a scoop of vanilla ice cream, then off to bed for this old-timer.

Sometimes, a walk down memory lane can be a walk in the park. Like that time almost twenty years ago when I discovered Yeouido for the first time.

Hmm, I think I know what tonight’s “seldom visited bar” will be.

Here’s more of what makes heads explode on Facebook:

Alright, onward to today’s YouTube video. I don’t view this vlogger often, but the gal he interviews is articulate and full of good advice. It was an enjoyable watch. And by the way, I’m not the “John” that gets mentioned.

To the humor, we shall go:

Life is good, and I’m not bored or feeling the need to change the way things are. Perhaps that’s a vestige of old age, but I’ve come a long way to reach this stage of my life, and I want to enjoy it. One aspect I want to incorporate more of is travel. Swan is big time into that, and we will do a get-out-of-town once-a-month routine to ensure a periodic change of scenery. And something new to blog about!

I survived another wet and wild Sunday. But at least this time, the venue and entertainment were different. I’ll get to that, but first things first, and the first thing was the Candy Walk.

Let’s try another video from a street along the way.

Sorry for the abrupt ending. I thought I had just paused the video, but when I tried to restart it, it had shut down.

Swan told me she was making payments on a lot in San Isidro, so I asked to see it.

I intend to help Swan build a small, simple house on her lot. I have thirty years on her, and when I go, at least I’ll know she has a place to stay.

And now for the different part of my Sunday. Every year, the local chapter of the Veterans of Foreign Wars holds its big fundraising event, the Beach Bash. It’s a weekend extravaganza culminating in the Miss Beach Bash beauty pageant on Sunday evening. This year, we were on the beach at the Outback Resort.

I made a video of each gal’s introductory walkabout. Feel free to speed through the twelve minutes at triple speed.

The event offered beer cards–450 pesos for six beers. I bought two cards, which might explain some of the commentaries in the video above.

Here are a few shots from the swimwear competition:

So, the pageant kept me out until the ungodly hour of 9:30 p.m. When we got back home, the vanilla ice cream in the freezer wouldn’t stop calling my name. Turns out, the only way to shut it up was to eat it. And so I did.

Today’s episode in The Story of My Life is from my “friends with benefits” chapter. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but looking back is almost painful. Until I happened upon this post from 2020, I’d forgotten all about this Mary (there was another that came after her). I have no idea what happened to this one; she just disappeared when I stopped funding her. Who is using who in this type of situation remains an unanswered question. Mary was a starfish in bed, and I learned later that a lot of what she had told me (i.e., I was her first foreigner) was bola bola (bullshit).

I haven’t posted the political memes here that I share on Facebook in a while, but these achieved the goal of triggering my lefty friends:

Alright, enough of that nonsense. Today on YouTube, we go back in time to a Manila I might have actually enjoyed.

The joke is on me:

And there you have the story of my Sunday. Today is Hash Monday, so a new hiking adventure awaits! And hopefully, tomorrow, I’ll be getting my laptop repaired. See you then!

The day before today begins with “yes,” and I can affirm it was a good one, no doubts about it.

The first thing on yesterday’s agenda was the Wednesday Walkers group hike. We had something special planned: the rare journey to Tibag to start our hike. I asked my driver to take us there, but the turnout exceeded his vehicle’s capacity. Unbeknownst to me, Swan recruited a random van driver parked at the 7-Eleven to take us, and he agreed to do so for the same 1000 pesos I was prepared to pay my driver. So, that was a relief.

Here’s a six-minute video clip from this portion of the hike:

After the hike, we went back home for some rest and refreshment. Then, it was back into town to take care of some business. First up was finding a way to get that power of attorney shipped back to South Carolina. The LBC Express agent told me they could get it there in five to seven days. Good enough. They lightened my wallet 3000 pesos worth, I filled out the required info, and they placed the POA in an envelope for shipping. As this was going on, some workers were removing furniture from the back room and loading it on a truck. Seeing that was a little disconcerting, so I asked what was happening. The agent said they were closing the Barretto location and moving the business to Subic. Damn, okay. I hope they send my shipment first.

My next order of business was visiting my dentist, Dr. Barrera. My crown fell off while I was flossing a couple of weeks ago, and I needed it reattached. Dr. Barrera got it done, and I left his office feeling like a king again. (Does the title of this post make sense now?)

I was advised to not eat for an hour, but I clarified that liquids were okay to consume, and it just so happened to be beer o’clock. So, it being Wednesday, we headed up the highway in search of the venue for this week’s “seldom visited bar.” I had in mind Mugshots, but they are currently closed for renovation. We got invited inside for a looksee, and a dance stage is under construction. Just what we need, another go-go bar. We continued down the road and as we passed Annex Bar, saw my neighbor and high school mate, Mike, enjoying a beer, so we went in and joined him.

I hadn’t been to Annex for several months because they did not have wine available for Swan on my previous visit. They did yesterday, and so we were able to sit and enjoy some camaraderie with our tablemates. I’m happy to be able to add Annex back to my list of pleasant open-air venues to visit.

We debated between Sit-n-Bull for dinner or another round of drinks at Cheap Charlies and ultimately decided on the latter. The place was busy, and after we ordered, the bartender came back and said they were out of wine, but she had sent someone to fetch a bottle from the store across the street. Well done! That’s how you keep your customers satisfied.

Downstairs from Cheap Charlies is a restaurant named Foodies. They deliver upstairs, so I asked for a menu. Swan ordered a chicken burger, and I went with the beef stew. Feeling generous, I ordered some chicken fingers for the staff.

After we had finished our meals and were preparing to leave, I saw something on the horizon out of the corner of my eye.

We had our nightcap at Wet Spot. I had a nice chat with manager Brett and discovered that he also grew up in Southern California and that we had experienced similar youthful adventures as teenagers in Ensenada, Mexico. I can’t remember the last time I even thought about those wild days, but it was nice to reminisce. I couldn’t recall the name of the bar that was popular there, and neither could Brett, but he thought it began with an “H.” And then it hit me: Hussong’s Cantina! And I’ll be damned; they even have a Wikipedia page. It turns out that the bar was founded in 1892, and it is where the margarita was invented.

Man, oh man, I sure hope my dream of a heaven where I spend an eternity reliving my life comes true. If so, I’ll definitely be going back to Hussong’s.

Home early and safe as usual, but I did screw things up:

No Facebook memories worthy of sharing today, but I came across this blog post from March 2005 that made me smile:

I am in an embarassing slump. I find nothing of interest in my world to report and nothing of interest in the world in general, or at least nothing that inspires me to write.

I know this too shall pass.

My how things have changed! Now, I post every day regardless of whether or not it is interesting. So, is something always better than nothing?

Here’s some random shit I found on the internet today:

Stickman Bangkok shared a post he wrote in 2011 about a bargirl he met in Pattaya.

Today’s YouTube video discusses ways to adapt to and become more in tune with Filipino culture. I’m probably 50% on board so far.

Ready for some humor?

Today, I’ve been doing the Tuesday I missed because of my Manila detour. I’ll fill you in on that tomorrow.

It isn’t even nice to visit, which is why I’ve managed to avoid Manila for the last two years or more. The traffic, the grime and grit, and a big city vibe that I don’t find pleasant are more than enough to keep me away. Sure, there are nice places like Makati, but even there, you can’t escape the gridlock and crowds. But Manila is home to the US Embassy, and I had business to attend to there, so off I went.

My appointment for notary service was at 1:30. I arrived a little after eleven, had my phone and Fitbit confiscated at security, and took a seat in an outdoor waiting area. I got to chatting with another expat also there for notarization who lives out near Boracay. He was a friendly guy and agreed to be one of the witnesses required for my notarized signature. He kept trying to veer the conversation towards politics, but I didn’t take the bait. He was one of the anti-DOGE crowd and clearly indoctrinated in the lefty worldview. Still, talking helped pass the time until 1 p.m., when we were invited to enter the building and continue waiting there. Still, when my turn came, things went relatively smoothly. A notary service was fifty bucks a shot, and I had two POAs notarized, just to be on the safe side in case the one I mail back to the States gets lost. My driver charged 6500 pesos for the round trip drive, but given that he spent a full day in my service, that seems like a fair price. I got what I came for and made it home safe and sound, so that’s a win. Now, I just need to get the Power of Attorney back to my daughter. The service I tried this morning doesn’t do international shipments. I’ll try another this afternoon, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll go into Olongapo and try to find a FedEx.

So, we left home around 8 a.m. and got back at 6:30. I just stayed home last night and had zero Zeros.

Facebook memories from this date in history:

Today’s YouTube video might be AI-narrated, but the images are nice, and the descriptions seem accurate. Despite my frequent criticisms, there is much to love and enjoy here in the PI. It is just easier for me to live in a place like Barretto.

Hmm, it won’t let me embed for some reason. Watch it here if you so desire.

As a bonus, here is a video about the good and bad of Manila. It may be AI-generated, too; I’m not sure, but the content seems consistent with reality.

Humor time:

Anyway, that’s how I spent my Tuesday this week. Of course, the things I usually do on Tuesday weren’t done, so I’ll have to fill in those gaps as best I can as the week goes on.