Fruits and veggies…Fish and flies…The fresh meat stand was very popular this morning. It appeared to be primarily pork.
Most of the time my walks are uneventful. But today I ran into a bunch of cocks:
I guess the chickens haven’t come home to roost…
The path through this neighborhood was fraught with obstacles:
I avoided stepping into the holes and avoided the trip hazards. Also ducked in all the right places. The natives appeared friendly at least.
I popped into Arizona Resort for a pee break and saw something fishy going on in the parking lot:
I’m guessing these will be on the menu today…
And as an update of sorts, here are some photos of the Miss Beach Bash winners by a more sober skilled photographer than me:
Casual wear winner.Second runner up…First runner up (and best in swimwear).Miss Beach Bash.
Speaking of beauty, Facebook reminded me of this photo from the past:
High school prom circa 1972 with my sweetheart Karen. I might have been high on pot at the time. My memory is a little fuzzy…
Karen and I are still Facebook friends. I sent her the photo and she laughed, then chided me for not remembering her birthday yesterday. Ah well.
This could be the reason my memory seems to be unreliable these days:
And the bars are all out of Zero! Story is there is a price increase on the horizon and the distributor is holding back stock so they can sell it for a bigger profit. Bastards!
Time to get some steps in. And I leave for Baguio in the morning. At least I’ll have some new sights to see. And of course, you’ll see what I saw right here at LTG!
One of my routines within a routine is to hand out chocolate to the kids I encounter during my Saturday morning walk.
Get it while it lasts!Sweets for the sweet!
Anyway, the kids look forward to my passing by on Saturday. It’s the little things in life, right?
Later on during the walk (long after the chocolate was gone), I was a fair piece upstream on the shitty creek I posted about yesterday. And I encountered this boy fishing:
He was shy about getting his picture taken, but I took a lousy one anyway. Afterward, he asked me for money. I told him no. I’m the candy man, not the money man.
In other news, Facebook reminded me that I was at one time actually pretty good at darts.
A 15 dart out, my best game of 501 ever! That was 10 years ago today. I’ll try and replicate it tonight. Truthfully, I’d be happy to be half that good.
The folks who brew Corona beer have maintained their sense of humor during the virus outbreak (assuming this is real):
You gotta laugh when that happens, right?
Like the time I woke up next to some ugly bitch I met at the bar. I had a godawful taste in my mouth. Got up to wash my face, looked in the mirror and saw a string dangling down between my front teeth. I groaned and said, “please God, let it be a teabag!”.
Yeah, yeah. I won’t quit my day job. Oh wait, I don’t have one.
Thanks for reading!
Champagne don’t drive me crazy Cocaine don’t make me lazy Ain’t nobody’s business but my own Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica Ain’t nobody’s business but my own
On the morning walk today I consciously kept my eyes wide open in search of something new or interesting. That’s a challenge because I’ve been walking the mean streets of Barretto for going on two years now. I actually have four basic treks that I utilize to fulfill my morning 10,000 step goal, so I walk each once or twice a week.
Anyway, on today’s path, I crossed the same creek in two different locations. I usually don’t pay much attention to this waterway because unless it’s flooding there’s just no compelling reason to do so. But given my new motivation to be more observant, I took a closer look:
No wonder I haven’t bothered looking too close before! Well, it does speak to the Filipino love of nature I suppose.
About fifteen minutes further up the road, I circled around to head back to the highway and crossed the creek again.
Marginally better here I suppose. Kudos to the folks in this neighborhood. Although a good rain will wash that trash from upstream down here anyway I reckon.
We have three drugstores in Barretto proper. My walk along the highway took me past each one. And they all had something in common this morning.
Walang dispras maskara! I wonder why they’d all be out of face masks? Oh, there was a confirmed case of Coronavirus in Manila yesterday–the first in the Philippines. Not surprising to me. I mentioned in an earlier post that those Chinese cruise ships turned away in Subic were coming from a port of call in Manila. Hey, maybe it’s just a coincidence. I guess if you need a mask around here you are up shit creek for sure!
I continued on up the highway and encountered the old woman I call “mama” (and she calls me papa). I don’t really know her story, but my driver tells me she is a former bargirl. Says she had a foreigner husband who deserted her and took their baby back to his country. And now she lives on the streets. I first saw her a few years ago when I was here as a tourist. She was sleeping behind a billboard on Baloy Beach road. I felt really sorry for her then. These days when I see her (usually five or six times a week) I’ll give her 100 pesos so she can get a meal at least. I think some other foreigners help her out a little too. She still sleeps on the street but I think she is doing alright. She always has a big smile at least.
I don’t usually give money to beggars, but mama is an exception. First of all, she never asks for anything, which I appreciate. And my two bucks gets me a smile and an “I love you, papa”. That’s a win-win!
Okay, that’s enough “interesting” things from one walk, don’t you think? Well, I did take a couple of photos last night at the Arizona floating bar I’ll share with you:
My typical sunset shot came out a little different than usual. The air was hazy (probably smoke from the ubiquitous fires people burn around here this time of year) but it gave the sky a nice orange glow that I found rather pleasing. It was also nice to capture the solitary fisherman plying his trade.I always laugh at the blunt wording on this sign. No floaters on the floater! If you want to shit you literally will have to paddle back to shore on the raft and use a toilet there.
Now, I have it on good authority that the urine deposited in these comfort rooms does NOT flow into the bay. Rather, it is brought to shore and disposed of in the sewer/septic system. I guess hauling shit is just too much hassle. Well, I choose to believe it. Especially when I’m wading in the waters of shit creek Subic Bay!
