Out of the comfort zone

I was greeted with this view out the window to start my morning. That’s the Black Rock Ridge.

Changed things up some yesterday, or at least tweaked the normal routines a tad. Here’s how that went down:

We did the usual Friday group hike but made an unusual journey to San Marcelino to do it. Once there, we proceeded with a dike walk in the shadow of Mount Pinatubo along a lahar-filled Santo Tomas River. We made this hike several years ago, which is long enough to make it almost feel brand new to me. It was a mostly flat journey, but a longish (for us) ten kilometers. This is some of what we saw along the way:

Our merry band of hikers
Off we go
The river quest begins with a long and straight passage
Thirty-four years after Pinatubo’s eruption, the lahar it blasted is still being harvested
There appears to be an endless lahar supply in the riverbed.
The worst aspect of the hike was the constant procession of dump trucks passing by on the dike road with their loads of lahar, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake.
The dust was worse than COVID, so I willingly masked up.
And yes, I made some jokes about putting a finger in the dike. Boy, I’m a Dutch treat!
And then, almost in answer to a prayer, a water truck passed, wetting down the road and reducing the dust.
That’s some of those big-ass trucks making their way across the riverbed, which provides some scale to appreciate the massive size of the lahar field.
A pitstop for the locals and truck drivers
A cookie offering for the kids present
The apex of our journey. We’ll do Mapanuepe Lake another time.
Nope, we are going to turn around and head back from here.
On an alternative route than the dusty river road
We passed through the sleepy village of San Rafael on our return trip
Kids there like cookies, too.
Others die young
The trees live on
And the flowers blossom
A goat rescue. This one was helplessly tangled in his rope, and Gary freed him.
Onward we go
Surrounded by agriculture
Decorated crops
Color us done
The way we were

So, a longer-than-usual hike plus the long drive back got me home a couple of hours later than usual. By the time I’d finished my shower and blogging chore, it was already five p.m. And just like on Thursday, I wasn’t feeling like doing the same old, same old, so we changed it up by having dinner at the rarely visited Harley’s Pub and Hotel.

Here’s a quick video look around Harley’s.

We enjoy the view from Harley’s, and the food ain’t bad either. Saw several folks we knew there during our dinner time.

Side one of the Harley’s menu
And side two
Sadly, this delicious looking dish wasn’t among the offerings
This view from our stools shows the Mangrove pier in the foreground, the Central Park Reef Hotel in the middle, and the high side of the Kalaklan Ridge in the background
Off to our right is the lower end of Kalaklan. That’s the part we climbed on Thursday.

Dinner is served:

The grilled meat platter for me
And surf and turf for Swan

Two of the most expensive menu offerings, but still less than we’d have spent at the SOB. That event was held at Queen Victoria last night, a venue I’ve been boycotting because they didn’t honor the “free drinks” deal at the previous SOB I attended there. (They said Swan’s wine wasn’t a local drink, so it wasn’t included. I countered, fine, I’ll pay the price difference. They said no, and I said we won’t be back.)

Our after-dinner view from Harley’s

Now what do we do? Well, I haven’t been to Whiskey Girl in a while, so let’s start there. Wow! What a difference a few months make. The music was BLASTING (good songs, but damn, it was almost painful). Since there were dancers on stage, I didn’t ask them to reduce the volume, but I wasn’t pleased. We shouted out our order, and when the waitress returned and reported that wine wasn’t available, I was relieved to have a good excuse to pick up and leave. And that’s just what we did.

Since we rarely visit this side of town, all the remaining options were unfamiliar. Let’s see what’s up in Lux. My, everything here has changed since my previous visit as well. The stage has been moved from the center of the room to the front, and while dancers were performing standing around on it, there was also a drum set in the back. Turns out they are doing live music at Lux, but it doesn’t begin until my bedtime (9 p.m.). Another surprise was the drink pricing. A good surprise, wine at 120 pesos a glass and my beer was only 80 pesos. That’s the cheapest I’ve seen for a dancing bar anywhere in town. Then there was the music. It was being played at a pleasant volume, and two large-screen TVs were showing music videos. I like that! What I didn’t like was that all they played during my entire visit was rap crap. Yeah, that doesn’t appeal to this old fucker. I had two beers while Swan finished her glass of wine, and we were out of there.

And now for a nightcap destination. I hadn’t been in Nipsey’s since they first opened (in Alaska Club’s former location) over a year ago. It was just across the highway (which ain’t easy to cross on a Friday evening) but we made it alive.

Nipsey’s is another dancing girl bar, but it is well-lighted and comfortable. They played classic rock at the right volume, and the staff was attentive and friendly. We enjoyed our brief visit, then caught a trike right out front for the ride home and the end of a differently pleasant day.

I even managed to make up for a little lost ground

Found this proof of what I always believed to be the case on Facebook today:

Manila sucks

It was almost twenty years ago that I hiked up Namsan to the Seoul Tower for the first time. That event is worthy of mention in The Story of My Life. And the photos are nice, too!

Some Facebook memories from this day in the past to share as well:

Eight years ago, while on vacation, I played in my first dart tournament in Barretto
And I discovered a Monte Cristo sandwich at the Arizona Resort. Alas, the hotel changed ownership shortly after I moved here and the place (and food) have gone to shit.
Part of the purpose of that trip was to scout out some housing options for my move the following year. The construction of this place right on Baloy Beach was almost done. I was very interested to see if it would be up for rent, but no one knew who or where the owner was. And that remains the case today. Two great houses on the beach have been vacant for eight years now.
It was four years ago that I treated “Mama” to dinner and told her about the room I had rented for her. She enjoyed the meal but declined to give up her life of homelessness. And she remains living on the street to this day.

Here’s the explosive I used on Facebook yesterday:

It worked.

Today’s YouTube video comes from a friend of mine named Jambo. He covered last weekend’s Beach Bash beauty pageant. This is the talent portion of the contest:

To the humor then:

I just hold up three and say read between the lines
That was true for me fifty years ago
Sounds like whore story in the making

I don’t know how long I can keep this up, but I’m glad to still be in the game. Thanks for joining me here.

My side of town

Swan’s developing love of hiking is getting a little scary. Will I be able to keep up with her? It seems like the more challenging the trail, the better she likes it. Yesterday, we took a climb up to the Kalaklan Ridge, then down into the Bantay Bayan village, and a long beach walk back to Barretto. There is no easy up to Kalaklan, but the path we took was one I’d taken a couple of years ago, and I remembered it being not so bad. I remembered wrong. It didn’t help that I missed the correct trail to the top, which made things even steeper and more challenging than they should have been. Swan’s response? “I love this hike!”

We started from here. I commented on that big brown house, and Swan told me a friend of hers lives there.
Steppin’ on up!
The way ahead
Into the woods
The wrong way to go
A home in the hills
Getting to the top was a sweet success
Easy going on the ridgeline
The view from here
Cookie kids
A trashy trail on the way down
The new road to Bantay Bayan is almost done
On the beach at last
That’s Barretto on the opposite shore
A lovely day on the bay
This way is not always passable when the tide is high
A deserted island. Maybe because of inflation?
The hardest part of the beach walk is overcoming some rock obstacles
She came, she saw, she conquered
Not so long (about 6K) but not so easy

On the way back home, I suggested to Swan that we stay in last night. Alas, I had forgotten my chelation appointment with Dr. Jo. So we headed back into town at the appointed hour. The injection went fine, and I discussed my downward blood pressure trend with the doctor. I’m not at a worrisome level, nor am I experiencing symptoms like dizziness or light-headedness. Dr. Jo suggested I reduce my blood pressure meds dosage by half, and we will see what impact that has. Lower BP is one positive aspect of chelation therapy. After this round is completed, I’ll get updated blood work to see if I’m improving in other areas, like blood sugar.

After leaving Dr. Jo, we decided to visit one of the newer places in town. I’d gone once when they first opened, but Swan had never been. We just don’t spend much time on this side of town when we are out, so we took advantage of being there.

A place we don’t normally hang out.

When we arrived, it was four o’clock, and they had literally just opened the door. We were the first and only customers. The inside hadn’t cooled off yet, so we sat on the outdoor balcony as we imbibed.

A nice enough highway view on the side of town that is closest to home but that we seldom see.

Once Swan had finished her wine, we moved down the highway to the Outback Resort pool bar, where Swan could enjoy some beach views.

As seen from our perch

And for your viewing enjoyment, here’s a three-minute video capturing the Outback vibe.

The dinner hour was fast approaching, so I asked Swan if she was up to cooking a batch of her spaghetti and meatballs at home. She agreed, and off we went. While Swan busied herself in the kitchen, I headed upstairs to The Rite Spot.

I arrived just in time to witness this
I liked what I was seeing
Nicely done, Mr. Sun
A sweet finish to the day

After a great plate of pasta and sauce, my sweet tooth cried out, “What about me?” So, I satiated its hunger with some ice cream. It was good—so good that I went back for seconds.

The good news is I’m out of ice cream now.

Facebook took me back in time to this day in history:

Fifteen years ago, I welcomed my nephew Justin on his first visit to Korea. He is still there.
Eight years ago, I was a tourist in Barretto, enjoying myself on the double-decked Blue Rock floating bar. It became my favorite after the move, but alas, it got washed ashore and destroyed during a freak storm a couple of years later.
One year ago, I was experiencing some severe breathing issues. Thankfully, I have now recovered.

Speaking of breathing, this meme I posted on Facebook yesterday caused some heavy sighs from friends who don’t have clear enough vision to see the world as I do, including the aforementioned nephew.

A bit harsher than I would have said it, but still true.
That’s pretty much how I roll

Today’s YouTube video comes from a vlogger I’ve never watched previously. He makes some valid points about living life on your terms and not listening to the naysayers. Yeah, I got a lot of my buckets out of order along the way, and I’d do some things differently if God grants me a do-over, but still, here and now, I am not unhappy with my life. And it ain’t over yet!

(is that ice cream in the background there to tempt me?)

Today’s lame humor attempt:

That’s what I’m talking about: rearranging those buckets!
Sometimes the truth hurts, Captain Prickhard
And what a way to go! (sorry about that “you’de,” which even I found irritating)

And so it goes on and on, and that’s just fine with me. I’ll be back!

The day that was and is no more

The day that was yesterday began for me looking like this. I’ll never grow tired of the view outside my bedroom window.

It being Wednesday, the first order of business was the group hike.

It was a small group, but that didn’t stop us

We took a Jeepney ride to the far side of Subic town and began our trek on Philseco Road.

And so it begins
Someday, this bypass road will open to make the trip to Cawag and the shipyard easier
The day the music died
A rose among the thorns. Great house, crappy location
The straight and narrow path ahead
I get knocked down, but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down
Where there’s a pond…
…you’re likely to see a crane
A shady spot somewhere
Country life
A view along the way

A four-minute video of the next portion of the hike:

Another pond
Feeling grave
The day’s rickety bridge crossing
A respite from the pavement
A cookie delivery on laundry day
The subdivision that never was. Paved streets, but no houses. I wonder what happened.
A peaceful enclave
Watchdogs
Another day, another 7K

I mentioned in my previous post that yesterday was the eight-year anniversary of my discovery of Barretto’s top darts bar, Alley Hideout. Since I’ve retired from darts, I seldom visit this venue these days. But going places I haven’t been for a while is what Wednesdays are for.

Hello again
The bar view
And the rest of the bar. It is a tiny place.
Thanks to the crew for a very warm welcome back

We had a very nice time during our visit. Swan really enjoyed the vibe and said we ought to visit more often. I rang the bell, which provided all the girls a lady drink. It felt a bit like a homecoming. Maybe I ought to break out the darts the next time I come.

After leaving Alley Hideout, we crossed the highway for dinner at Mango’s.

The view from our table
The view at our table
And the pork chop dinner on our table

We finished the evening with a nightcap at Green Room. The usual joking around with Chu and Sally (lady drinks included, of course), watching some of the other girls play lousy pool (like I’m one to talk), and chillin’ with our beverages.

Barbie stopped by our table to say hello

When the waitress from Sit-n-Bull came around, I was feeling nostalgic and asked if she had any pecan pie available. She did, so I brought a slice home with me. And what’s the point of eating pecan pie without a scoop or two of ice cream on top?

When will I ever learn?
Maybe I should listen to Hemingway

I had a thirty-five-year career with the Federal government, and one of the highlights from those years was working with Mr. Kim Yong-tae. The most impressive man I ever had the honor of supervising. I blogged about the occasion when he was recognized for fifty years of service with United States Forces Korea here. Mr. Kim died shortly after I returned to work after my first retirement. Before he passed, he told me he regretted not spending his final healthy years with his family. I thought of him when my team tried to get me to stay on for “just one more year.” Nope, I didn’t want to die at my desk.

You heard of this guy, Kevin Kim?

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay tells the story of the man who found the perfect Filipina and then let her get away. Turns out, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the hill.

Time for a smile:

And now I don’t even eat toast
That sounds a little off, Jack
Um, do you accept all genders as clients?

Okay, that’s all for now. I was planning to stay home today, but was reminded that I have my weekly chelation treatment this afternoon. And since I’ll be in town anyway, I might as well have a beer or two while I’m there. My blood pressure this month has been lower than I ever remember- in the one-teens over sixties. I’m going to ask Dr. Jo if I can stop taking my blood pressure meds now.

So smooth

Some people won’t admit their faults. I would if I had any.

I’m going to try to keep it simple today and not use words with letters that don’t work on my keyboard. To start things off, I took a Saturday stroll with Swan.

The first neighborhood we walked through
And naturally, Swan always dispenses sweetness along the way
The filthy waters of the Matain River are full of Tilapia. It’s a Filipino treat that I prefer not to eat.
I used to wear a hat like that 50 years ago.
This is a urinal setup for trike operators. It drains into that pond below. Welcome to the Philippines!
Easter Mountain from here
The neighborhood that is going to be upcoming (damn, I’m trying hard not to use those letters that don’t work, but it sure makes for some jilted phrasing)

I did a video of that portion of our walk.

This restaurant has not opened yet, but the name sounds tasty
Swan under siege
Behind the barbed wire
Short and sweet

We are making some alternative plans for today, so I did the Hideaway feeding yesterday.

Filling the holes left by USAID

After finishing with my business at Hideaway, it was time to hit the sand.

Saturday on the beach in Barretto
And then I was on the water
Here comes Swan to join me
What we saw from our table
Us at our table
Money floats
And the sun sinks
It’s time for dinner

We walked on the sand to the Papagayo Resort to eat. Here’s what those five minutes looked like:

Here’s a last look at the sundown:

As seen from Papagayo

They were still doing Valentine’s weekend promo menu, which was disappointing as most of the regular menu items were not being offered, and what was available were couple-sized portions at double the price.

So, it was tacos for Swan
And fajitas for me

A nightcap at Wet Spot and an early finish to our Saturday night.

I managed to stay on track, although it appears I’m establishing an every-other-day pattern.

This morning, I made breakfast. Or should I say, baked breakfast:

Swan loves my brownies. And caring is sharing, so I had one, two.

A Memory Lane trip, thanks to Facebook:

7 years ago, I was upward bound in Asan, Korea
6 years ago, I was upward bound on the steps in Baguio, Philippines
Four years ago, I didn’t know whether to get the pancakes or the French toast. So I had both. And you probably thought this was a beer belly.

Today’s YouTube video shares some thoughts on nine things that will keep a Filipina’s legs unopened. The woman seems to really mean it.

And then he tried to be funny again:

Honestly, I don’t miss it as much as I do other things I deny myself
I’m still paying my own way, thank you!
My hearing ain’t so good these days either.

Anyway, it is what it is. Things will get better around here soon. I hope.

Love Day

Here’s a brief recap of my sweet experience with VD.

It being a Friday, I started off the day by leading the group hike. Things didn’t go as intended because, at the end of a moderate hill climb, we found ourselves locked behind a fence in a gated compound with no apparent escape. So, we retreated back down to the bottom and walked on from there.

This week’s Friday hikers
Through the back streets of San Isidro we go
The Easter Mountain shot
valley view
Another bamboo dwelling
Up we go
Making our way to the top
We entered through the back door, but the front door was locked.
This worker showed us a path back down. Biscuits and water were his reward.
At least it was a different way down for the most part
Hell, Mary. Where is Grace?
Down in the valley again.

We did a walk around back to San Isidro. Here’s a two-minute take from there:

The Rite Spot at the end of the hike
Michael and his gal Tae joined us for a snack on the roof.
The route of our 7.5K journey

When the dinner hour rolled around, we headed to John’s place for our holiday meal.

My lovely date for the evening
A John’s eye view from John’s place
An unhappy street dweller. I have given him money sometimes, and he is not in his right mind. He slept there throughout our meal, which was not a pleasant view.
We both enjoyed our tenderloin steak special at 745 pesos.
And it included a cheesecake dessert

After our meal, we stopped by It Doesn’t Matter. Apparently, there had been a big party before our arrival and most of the waitresses were drunk. I had one beer, and then we moved on to Green Room for our nightcap.

I blame it on VD!

Ten years ago, I spent my Valentine’s weekend in Busan with my wife and my nephew, Justin.

I always enjoyed my time in Busan

Today’s YouTube video talks (in an AI voice) about ways us old farts might extend our life. Most are just common sense, but I think achieving old age is as much about good genes and luck as anything. I know my candle grows shorter with each passing day, but here’s hoping it will be a slow burn.

The joke’s on me:

400 hundred calories versus almost none in pussy (yeah, I looked it up)
Hmm, I wonder if I have the balls to try this line when I fly again.
Um, I think the engineer would see them before the conductor would.

Man, writing is tough without a properly functioning keyboard. Bear with me.

Teed off

It occurred to me that there are two days in the week that begin with a “T,” and it just so happens that both of these are the only days with seven letters. Can I substitute Thursday for Tuesday? Well, as a matter of fact, that’s just what I did!

Having spent Tuesday in Manila instead of engaging in my normal routines for that day, some things didn’t get done. So, I filled in those gaps yesterday, starting with a trip to the supermarket in Olongapo. We had stopped at the S&R store in San Fernando on the way home from Manila, but we couldn’t find all that we needed there, so off we went to get what was missing.

(I still haven’t got my laptop repaired; I’m waiting for a part to be delivered. Just now, the “see” and “vee” keys, which had been intermittent, have stopped working altogether. The missing letters you see in this sentence were filled in by spellcheck. Worse, without the control “see,” I cannot insert links to things I want to share. I’m hoping to have the needed repairs done by Tuesday, but until then, I’m handicapped, and blogging is going to be incomplete and difficult. UPDATE: Swan just showed me how to copy and paste using the mouse. Duh!)

The video from S&R was supposed to go here. And here it is now that this old dog has learned a new trick. The video sucks, but the good news is I was able to edit its length on YouTube: baby steps, but progress.

I walked back home from Olongapo. Here is some of what I saw along the highway:

Departing the YBsee supermarket in Olongapo
The entrance to SBMA
No shopping for us this week at Royal
Crossing the river formerly known as “shit.”
Where the dead dwell

I did a brief video of this portion of the hike that I would have posted here. If the keys start working again, I’ll insert it later. And now here it is thanks to the magi of cut and paste:

Still holding the camera too low, but in my defense, I was trying to watch my footing so as not to trip and fall in front of oncoming traffic.

A bay view
Art on the wall
That may be the stairway to heaven on the right
The new road down to the village of Bantay Bayan is almost complete.
That’s Barretto on the far shore across the bay
Hillside living

I made another video as I walked through Barretto:

Hold the camera up, you idiot! Sorry, I need to get off my ass and order a GoPro. I will soon, I promise! If you make it that far, I had a fun encounter with Mama along the way.

The back way to Alta Vista
That other world
In the ‘hood again
And home at last
7.11 kilometers from start to finish

The other Tuesday activities we did yesterday were putting Swan’s toes in the sand, visiting the floating bar, and having dinner at Treasure Island.

Look at that smile!
A banka boat owner acquaintance of Swan
Baloy Long Beach
Our destination. We arrived during a brief rain shower.
The view on arrival
No sunset because of the see-louds
A busy day on the floater. I saw one guy buy all the girls (ten of them) a bottled lady drink at 350 pesos each two times. Good to see the two-week millionaires buying, so I don’t have to.
As we arrived we saw someone out swimming in the bay, then he boarded the floater. Turned out to be my hiking buddy, Stephen
A ship heading out to sea
The ladies earning those lady drinks

Then it was back ashore for a meal at Treasure Island.

I went with the beef enchiladas. I had one for dinner and brought the other home for breakfast
And I managed to finish under budget
By the dawn’s early light

I woke up this morning to the view above and a message from Swan on my desk:

Ain’t she sweet?

And inside, she had written a poem, especially for me:

Roses are red
violets are blue
Your farts burn my eyes
But I still love you

I’m a lucky man!

And Happy Valentine’s Day to all my readers, or as I tend to say, Happy VD!

That should be everyone

And now for those Facebook memories:

Nine years ago, I briefly tried courting this lass. She’s happily married these days, and I’m happy for her.
Last year, we celebrated VD at John’s place. Little did we know he would not be around this year. That’s him in the background. We will be dining there again this evening.

Today’s YouTube is a new walkthrough of the Barretto nightlife scene. A bar that meets the needs of everyone is there if you look for it.

And to the humor we must go:

I don’t want to jump to conclusions
Soldier on, then!
It is always strange to see one of my stolen jokes appear in print. Still funny, though

Damn, this post was really a struggle with my faulty keyboard. I’ll keep posting, but I may limit myself some until the repairs are completed. Or maybe I’ll just leae out the letters that don’t work and let y’all figure out what omes net. Or maybe not.

Damn, that song was so painful I couldn’t finish—too many memories.

Sunday shots

I’m heading for the embassy in Manila this morning. My appointment to have a power of attorney notarized is at 1:30, but I’m leaving here at 8 a.m. because there is no way to predict how bad the traffic will be in that hellhole of a city. The POA is so my daughter can sell the house that’s in my name in Columbia, SC. Anyway, I don’t expect to have a chance to blog about yesterday’s Hash, so I’ll fill you all in on that tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ll slap up some of the photos I took on Sunday to tide you over.

The drive home from Bauang:

That tree that owns the highway from the other direction
Another monster tree. They built a pavilion around this one.
The San Miguel brewery erected this monument in honor of my recent experiences with San Mig Light beer.
It’s burning season in the Philippines again
Another of several fires we drove past
The exit for the cleanest town in the Philippines. I understand it is immaculate.

Watching the sunset from the Arizona floating bar:

The busy beach in Barretto
Waiting for our ride
The view as we arrived on board
That midget we call Kalaklan Ridge
Back on the Zero again
And here we go
A downhill journey
Nice to see you again
And the world keeps on spinning round
We loved the show!

Next up, dinner at John’s place:

Our third floor table view. My only issue since John’s passing has been about service. This week they had some new waitresses and our server did an outstanding job.
Swan is addicted to the birria tacos and has ordered them on each of our last several visits
I enjoyed my very tender tenderloin steak. (I traded the potatoes for one of Swan’s tacos)

A nightcap at Green Room, then home safe and mostly sober.

Back on track!

Facebook memories today:

The view from our apartment in Seoul thirteen years ago

Twelve years ago, I made a video about the six months of my Korea life prior to departure for the six months portion of life in the USA (I did half a year in each place for the first three years of my retirement).

Four years ago, I did a solo 12K hike like it was nothing. A sad reminder that I’m not the man I used to be. (Sorry, the video won’t embed, click the link to see it)

Two years ago, during a visit to the mountain city of Baguio, I declined to try this Filipino delicacy. No regrets!

Today’s YouTube video is about ads from the past that would not be allowed today. Yep, I can see why. Still, it’s a good reminder of how far we’ve come as a society.

Humor time:

Add in some dementia and forget about it all.
If time Kermit’s
Sounds like a Filipina bargirl scam. Be careful out there!

Alright, time for me to get my shit together for Manila. I hope it is not a wasted trip (I need two witness signatures, and embassy staff aren’t allowed to provide them. Hopefully, other folks in line will help me out. I’ll let you know how it all goes tomorrow.

A spicy town

Greetings from Bauang, La Union. I enjoyed reading some of the history of this area at the link and got a chuckle when Swan said the name sounds similar to the Tagalog word for garlic (bawang). The four-hour drive from Barretto went without incident, although the traffic was heavy at times after we exited the expressway. I’m staying at the GO Resort once again, a clean, comfortable, and reasonably priced lodging.

An interesting tree I saw along the way. Yes, it encroaches on the highway some, but I’m glad they didn’t chop it down.
The view from our room
The ocean view
The Filipino food wish list at GO Resort
I had the hamburger steak. Yes, I’ve been shamed into trying some local delicacies, but not yet.
My fellow travelers, Swan, Jo, and Dave

Unlike Barretto, there aren’t many bars around here. The one nearest our hotel, Footloose, is where we tend to go to fill some evening hours. On Friday, Footloose does an SOB-like thing: All you can drink from 4:00 until 7:00 and dinner for 650 pesos. They don’t have a dance competition, but for about thirty minutes, the waitresses and GROs go up on the stage and strut their stuff.

The crew on stage

And then they finish their performance by doing something you NEVER see in Barretto—they strip naked and dance around the stage, showing their stuff. Personally, I prefer leaving something to the imagination, but that’s just me.

The chicken parmigiana dinner that came with the price of admission.

Neither the hotel nor Footloose Bar serves San Miguel Zero beer, so it was a Light night for me. There were more calories and more alcohol in each bottle. A wise man would have reduced his intake accordingly, but no one has ever mistaken me for a wise man.

If my count is accurate, I had twelve

For some reason, I don’t remember much after we left Footloose. Swan told me that we had come back to the hotel, and I continued drinking with Dave and Jo at the hotel bar. She said I also ordered a mango and ice cream dessert, and that really surprised me. I don’t like mangoes much, and the dessert menu includes a banana split. Of course, since I don’t even remember ingesting those calories, it doesn’t matter what I ate. Another reason it doesn’t matter is that Swan told me when we got back to the room, I threw up (not on the floor, thankfully). Yeah, it was one of those nights. I’ll be doing a hangover Hash this afternoon.

The price you pay for over indulgence. My worst day since starting the diet.

I can do better and I will.

I did a two-minute video of my walk to the hotel restaurant for my breakfast this morning:

When I got back to the room, the door was wide open. I thought it must be housekeeping, but when I looked inside, there was no one there. Thankfully, my laptop was still prominently displayed on the table. I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and then Swan watched the video above and observed that I hadn’t closed the door behind me when I left for breakfast. Damn, it sucks to be stupid.

Today’s memory is from eight years ago:

The day I had a breathing attack and wound up in the emergency room at the Army hospital on Yongson Garrison.

That was also the day I learned I had chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD). I wrote about that experience in The Story of My Life here at LTG. I’m glad I lived to tell about it. Let’s see how long I can keep it going.

I really enjoyed today’s YouTube video from the Filipina Pea. She discusses some quirks about aspects of the culture and personalities of the Filipino people. And she looks good doing it!

Some stuff that may make you smile:

I never thought I’d be the kind of person who couldn’t give up dessert…
Seems to be a sticky situation
Early to bed, early to rise, that’s how I roll

That’s all for now. Time to get out of the room and walk around some.

My last day in Barretto

Until next week. We are heading out to La Union for the weekend to participate in the LUH3 2000th Hash run. Getting out of town for a couple of days will be nice.

The last day in Barretto went down like this: a solo walk to Waltermart and beyond, a visit to Dr. Jo for chelation treatment, dinner at Jewel Cafe, beers at Cheap Charlies, and a nightcap at Green Room.

At 1.6-kilometer intervals, the walk looked like this;

At 1.6, I was heading out of San Isidro
‘Tis the season
At 3.2, I was passing through Naugsol
Poor little guy didn’t even make it to fourteen. RIP!
At 4.8, I was in the middle of nowhere
I used the earbuds that came with my free phone from Globe for the first time. I like them!

So, 6.4 kilometers found me on the river in Mangan-Vaca, and I celebrated by making a video of the riverwalk.

Damn, I need to do something about that cough. Sorry!

The back way I took to Waltermart (versus the highway) is right at 7K. I didn’t stop here, though. I had some excess calories to burn. I’ll be back on Monday because the Hash trail starts here. I won’t be walking to the start, that’s for sure.
8K found me in downtown Subic

I walked another kilometer down the highway and passed a trike stand in Calapandayan. A trike driver shouted out, offering me a ride. I was going to shrug him off, but he somehow knew I lied in Alta Vista. Damn, I never catch trikes in this area, how did he know that? Upon reflection, I surmise he must have taken Swan and me home from the Subic Marketplace sometime in the past. Anyway, I accepted his offer to drive me home.

What my 9K effort looked like

Next up was the visit to Dr. Jo.

And best of all, she laughs at my jokes!

Anyhoo, the chelation treatment was just an injection this time. Next week will be the IV drip. I asked if there were ways to measure the effectiveness of the stuff pumping in my veins, and Dr. Jo said my significantly reduced blood pressure was a good indicator that it was working. In another month or so, I’ll do the lab work to see if my blood sugar has diminished.

After my appointment concluded, we walked up the highway for an early dinner at Jewel.

I had the Americanized Mexican dish called the Chef Taco. I didn’t eat the shell, though.

Then, we were off to the seldom-visited Cheap Charlies.

The view from where I sat

Some of the Hash gang dropped in while we were there.

L-R: Leech My Nuggets (Simon), Crash Test Dummy (Erik), and Bug Fucker (Ken). Good to see you guys!
The sun did its thing again

We crossed the highway (always the most dangerous part of my day, especially in the dark and after a few beers) and enjoyed our nightcap at Green Room (I had another buy one, get one coupon to spend).

Chu, Barbie, and Swan enjoying the comradery and alcoholic beverages.

And then I had another moment of weakness. The Sit-n-Bull waitress came by, and I asked if pecan pie was in stock. It was, and I took a slice home with me. And, of course, I smothered it in ice cream.

The price I paid for my indescretion
Ruining an otherwise productive day.

Will I ever learn? Maybe, maybe not. I’ll probably declare my weekend out of town “cheat days.”

Some memories from this day in history courtesy of Facebook:

Eight years ago, my blog disappeared. I found it again, though.
Seven years ago, I enjoyed a nice Korean lunch with my work team.
Six years ago, I decided to rescue this poor creature. He doesn’t know how Lucky he is.

My ride to La Union is on the way, so I need to finish this quick. Let’s do Mikey for our YouTube today:

I hope I haven’t posted that before. Oh well, still worth three minutes to see it again. Some humor before I go:

Accidents happen. Reminds me of the Wrong Hole song.
Just wing it
That’s a very popular Filipino dish. And I don’t like it.

Alright, time for me to hit the road. I’ll see you from La Union!

Wednesday wanderings

The steps I took to get through another day included the group hike with the Wednesday Walkers, a journey into town to visit some bars, and an overindulgence with bedtime dessert. Here is some of what I saw along the way:

Come on, Squid Game, leave me alone. I’m not playing “red light, green light”!
The day’s first encounter with smoke and fire
Steppin’ it up with the Wednesday Walkers
On up!
A Barretto view
And the Subic side of the coin
Through the woods

A short video from the trail:

Sorry for the abrupt ending; the video shut off without my realizing it.

Laundry day down at the well
Through the bamboo forest
It’s what she does
Through the fields we go
I didn’t hear any laughing along the way
Where all those kids live
Michael and the mountain
After-hike refreshments at The Rite Spot
The view from the Rite Spot
A pleasant 6K trek

I had some SOB coupons to use or lose, so later in the afternoon, Swan and I journeyed into town. I made a short video of the path we frequently take out of Alta Vista:

To kick things off, we used a “buy one, get one” coupon at Sloppy Joe’s. Four beers later (two free!), we moved next door to Alaska Club, where I had a 500-peso voucher to spend. We ended the evening at Wet Spot with yet another “buy one, get one” deal. I did two and two, which added up to ten for the night. Yep, time to go home. We brought some take-out from Sit-n-Bull to bring with us (pizza for Swan and a chicken quesadilla for me).

Maybe the beer impacted my better judgment, but I asked Swan to prepare me a piece of apple strudel with some ice cream on top for dessert. Oops!

My resistance was nil

Just before I hit the hay, I looked out the window and viewed this message from God:

Burn those excess calories!

So, this morning, I took a longer than usual 9K solo hike. And for some reason, I thought of a long-ago Korean girlfriend along the way. And in another odd twist, this photo appeared in my Facebook memories today:

That’s back in 2007, which I guess makes them the good ol’ days.

My journey through the blog archives continues, and I came upon this post from March 29, 2005, in which I recount my discovery of a blog that remains a daily read for me nearly twenty years later–Big Hominid’s Hairy Chasms. In that Good Friday post, Kevin Kim talks about the concept of “putting it down,” a philosophy that still resonates with me even if I fail to adhere to those principles. Give it a read and see if you agree.

I’m no foodie, but if today’s YouTube video is to be believed, renowned chef Gordon Ramsay is a fan of Filipino food, even preferring it over Thai delicacies. I’m skeptical, but what do I know?

And now for some funny business:

Cum what may
It took me way too long to get this one.
Yeah, that’s more like it!

There’s a weekend adventure on the horizon, so stick around. I can’t promise it will get any more interesting, but at least the scenery will change. I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow.


Motion pictures
on my TV screen,
A home away from home,
and I'm livin' in between
But I hear some people
have got their dream.
I've got mine.

I hear the mountains
are doin' fine,
Mornin' glory
is on the vine,
And the dew is fallin',
the ducks are callin'.
Yes, I've got mine.

Well, all those people,
they think
they got it made
But I wouldn't buy,
sell, borrow or trade
Anything I have
to be like one of them.
I'd rather
start all over again.

Well, all those headlines,
they just bore me now
I'm deep inside myself,
but I'll get out somehow,
And I'll stand before you,
and I'll bring
a smile to your eyes.
Motion pictures,
motion pictures.

I’ve had worse

Tuesdays are my blah days (yeah, even more than the others), but yesterday was a tad more interesting than usual. I didn’t say exciting, so don’t get your hopes up. Anyway, here’s how things went down.

My laptop has some keyboard issues. For some reason, the “c” and the “v” keys only function intermittently (I just now had to tap the “c” a few times for it to work). Just my luck; it couldn’t be a key I rarely use, like the comma. Oh, well. Since I needed to go to immigration anyway, I took the laptop to a nearby repair shop in Olongapo. The technician ordered whatever part is required, and I’ll bring the computer back on Thursday for the fix.

The kind folks at the immigration office are allowing me to stay another sixty days.

Next up was the grocery shopping. First stop, the YBC supermarket.

I tried to pause at 48 seconds, but when I hit restart, it created another video instead. Oh well, the first one is enough for today.

I checked some more prices compared to Royal, and YBC is cheaper on everything. We are going to expand our shopping there and use Royal to fill in the gaps for what we can’t get at YBC.

We finished this week’s grocery restock at Royal and then sent my driver and helper back home to offload. Swan and I had other business to attend to. We began by hoofing it over to Harbor Point Mall to resolve issues with my phone. I paid for a premium unlimited data plan through Globe (at a premium price of 3800 pesos a month), but for the past several days, whenever Wi-Fi was unavailable, I couldn’t get internet using data. The helpful attendant at the Globe store confirmed my account was in good standing and then asked to see my phone. She removed the SIM card, put it in her phone, and the data connection worked. Then we tried in Swan’s phone, and it also worked there. So, the problem seems to be with my phone. When we reinserted the SIM, my data worked again. I guess if this happens again, I’ll take out the SIM and put it back (I just now had to let spellcheck put the “see” in back and spellcheck). So, problem kinda sorta resolved.

Meanwhile, Swan had been looking over a price list and asked if I had ever received a free phone. I responded, what are you talking about? Well, it turns out that as part of the Premium Plan Rewards Program, I’m entitled to a free phone every two years. After six years with Globe, no one had bothered to tell the stupid white guy. So, Swan and the attendant chatted in Tagalog, and there was no retroactive way to redeem my past rewards, but I could collect a new phone today. Hell yes, why not?

An OPPO Reno 13 retails for 28,000 pesos. I’m sticking with my Samsung A55, but I was pleased to gift Swan the phone I wouldn’t have gotten without her intervention.

When we were done with Globe, we walked half a kilometer to the SM Mall on the other side of the river. I was in the market for some new hiking shoes, and the SM department store is the only place around these parts that carries my favorite brand, Merrell. Of course, finding my size (11) is always a challenge, and sure enough, the shoes I liked best weren’t available larger than 10. I settled for the only pair they had in my size and made my way to the men’s clothing section in search of shorts. I asked the salesgirl for anything with a 40″ waist; the biggest she could find was 38″. I tried them on, and I’ll be damned, they fit! I guess the diet plan is having some practical impact, after all.

With the shopping mission completed, we caught a taxi back to Barretto.

The triple S: Shoes, socks, and shorts.

When beer o’clock rolled around, it was off to the beach so Swan could get her Tuesday toes in the sand fix.

Baloy Long Beach
Time for the floating bar

We had to wait a bit for the raft transport to bring several youngish-looking guys ashore. When we got taken aboard the floater, we were the only customers.

Apparently, the fellas who had just departed had been there since noon and must have been big spenders. At least a couple of the gals were drunk from consuming their lady drinks. One of them said she had 23!

We brought cookies and lollipops for the girls, and they seemed happy enough with our contributions.

This girl’s fingers really nailed it.
Just us being us
I’ve loved that white house on the beach since my tourist days. Not sure what the deal is, but it has been vacant all these years.
The show is about to start
Gettin’ down, baby!
Well done!

When the sun goes, so do we.

Next stop, Treasure Island for dinner
Pasta for Swan
Pork chops for me

After our meal, we triked on home and called it a day.

Kept it just under the wire once again.

I had a good laugh this morning reading this post from Kevin Kim’s blog. It turns out there have been some scientific studies trying to determine why people like me have such a warped and unfunny sense of humor. I could blame it on age, I suppose, but truthfully, my jokes have always been a mess. Maybe the puns are worse now, but the biggest difference is it doesn’t matter anymore if people laugh or if they cringe. A reaction is a reaction! I don’t know, and I don’t care if that makes me ignorant or apathetic (you knew that one was coming!).

Facebook memories carried me back to those long-ago days in Seoul (15 years now) when my wife and I would hike up to Seoul Tower atop Namsan.

Me on a cold day
The wife
The objective
Stepping it up
The city below
Objective achieved

Damn, sometimes happy memories make you sad.

Today’s YouTube video provides advice to old farts living in the Philippines to enjoy life while you have it and not to worry too much about what’s inevitably to come. I do sometimes wonder just how long I’m going to be around, but I don’t dwell on it much. Every morning, I wake and am thankful for another day to fritter away in meaninglessness. But you know what? I am okay with the life I’m living.

And the stuff I find worthy of a smile:

Maybe that’s what happened to my keyboard
I did use to love me a 5 Guys burger and fries
Take it from a former federal HR guy…

That’s all for today’s report on yesterday. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.

Let’s close out with some Korean-style music:

Going Hareless

I went my own way for the Hash but wound up in the right place at the right time. As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I opted out of doing the “official” trail laid by the Hare, Vienna Sausage. I had my reasons.

The trail I (mostly) didn’t do was purported to be 6K

To begin with, it started three kilometers out of town, requiring a Jeepney or trike ride to get there. But more importantly, it had way too many ups and downs for my liking. I don’t mind a challenging climb, especially if it is at the beginning of the hike, but damn, this trail had several hard climbs interspersed with steep descents. Normally, I’d just shortcut the Hare’s trail, but in this case, I wasn’t familiar enough with the area to feel confident in my ability to do so. Instead, I crafted my own path from my house to the On-Home, some familiar (a portion of My Bitch) and the rest areas I hadn’t hiked for a while. It worked for me, and that’s what matters.

Cums Alone and BF’s Wet Spot joined in on the fun
The way ahead
An Easter Mountain view
My trail had one moderate climb
A cabin in the woods I rather fancy.

I did a seven-minute long video of the portion of the My Bitch trail that passes through Mountain Mama Onelia’s homestead.

I hope I did a little better quality-wise, but I still have lots of room for improvement.

If you watched it through to the end, you saw the surprise encounter with Buddy Fucker and Fuck Buddy, who had also chosen to hike a trail other than the Hare’s. We joined forces for the remainder of the journey.
The view on the way back down to Barretto
And another
And then by golly, we intersected with the real Hash trail.
Steppin’ on down

As we made our way to the On-Home venue, there was another surprise encounter:

I hadn’t seen Mama around town for several days, and I’ve never seen her way out like this on the backstreets of Barretto.
Glad you are okay, Mama! Enjoy the biscuits!
Still on the real trail
Almost done
Our On-Home was at the seldom visited Bella Monte Hotel.
Sitting around waiting for the Circle to begin
Some of the Hash Gash
Circle up! Over fifty Hashers in attendance yesterday (we are normally in the mid-thirties)
It’s nice on ice!
Action Man and his gal, She Devil, got lost on the trail, were last to get back and pay their Hash fees, and were rewarded some ice time along with some playthings.
On the ice for the socialites! (those who didn’t do a trail and just came for the circle)
Recognition on ice: Cums Alone has 22 runs, Cum Together has 333.
Maybe it was a dick move, but my trail was just a tad over 4K and quite enjoyable

We did the usual after-Hash hangout at It Doesn’t Matter, then made our way home to watch some of the Groundhog Day movie. Swan was unfamiliar with the creature or the holiday but seems to be enjoying it so far. We didn’t finish watching because we were both tired from the Hash, and the YouTube video I selected wasn’t high quality and was rife with commercials. I’ll try another version when we resume watching.

Made it, but just barely

No memories of note to share today, but here is a blast from the past on the blog: paying the rent for two years in advance in cash. The comments gave me a chuckle, especially the one from my liberal ex-wife #3 complaining about a waste of taxpayer dollars. These days she is pissed at Trump and Musk for trying to save the government money.

That’s what $94,000 looks like. No worries, Uncle Sam picked up the tab.
I’m still getting my kicks making lefty heads explode with my Facebook posts

Today’s YouTube video is a hopefully refreshing change of pace. I came upon this randomly, but I enjoyed learning about hygiene issues in the Old West. Perhaps you will, too.

And now for some humor:

You had breast keep your distance. Those appear to be loaded.
My hearing and vision are both diminishing, so I’m not sure what to do now.
Beats pounding sand!

Another day, another post. Thanks for hanging in there with me.

No man is an island

And life is a treasure. A Treasure Island, if you will. Here are some gems from my Saturday.

Swan joined me for a Saturday morning stroll. Naturally, that involved her handing out candy along the way. Hey, it’s what we do! I made an eight-minute video of the first portion of the walk if you are curious about what the local terrain looks like.

Towards the end of the hike, I did a two-minute video of another village we passed through.

Yes, my video skills need much improvement. I’m in the market for an actual camera which should help. Please be patient!
I enjoyed the zoo-like feel of these kids lined up on the other side of the fence for some sweets.

Our Saturday evening entertainment was provided by the live music we enjoyed at Treasure Island on Baloy Beach.

Engine band
And the Star Network band
Engine is considered the best bar band around, but I liked the music of this group better for some reason.

Hear for yourself:

Hmm, it sounded better in person. Go figure.

The sun did its thing

Back home at the usual time and finished Season Two of “Squid Game.” It still leaves me shaking my head in disbelief at times, but I’m all in for the concluding episodes in Season Three. Kevin Kim has a fine review of the second season here.

I was a bad boy last night and couldn’t overcome my urge for a bowl of vanilla ice cream with a crumbled Oreo cookie on top. Damn, it tasted good!

At least ice cream didn’t put me over the top

No Facebook memories worthy of note today, but there is this old post from twenty years ago about my first big case in Korea, representing management in a dispute with the American union. We couldn’t resolve our differences, and the case was scheduled for binding arbitration. At the last minute, the union withdrew. I had some court precedents on my side. For one thing, a curfew doesn’t entitle you to pay for the hours you aren’t allowed out on the street. “Stand-by pay,” which is what the union was asking for, only applies when you have to be ready and able to report for duty when called. That wasn’t the case with the curfew; you could be drunk on your ass in a motel room, just not outside. Also, it was well-established that the Commanding General, in this case, a 4-Star, has broad authority to invoke actions deemed necessary to protect the individuals under his command. I wound up getting promoted after this victory.

Welp, it is Groundhog Day, so you can guess what today’s YouTube video is about! I probably need to watch the movie again; I really enjoyed this clip.

And now for some humor:

Damn, remember when adult video stores were a thing? An absolute, um, Blockbuster!
That’s not my daily average, but I’m close!
There’s more of her to love. Not that I have any room to talk.

I don’t know; it seems weird that I have nothing exciting to post about here, yet I’m still enjoying my life. Maybe acceptance comes with old age. I’ve got an upcoming Hash event in La Union next weekend, so there’s that to look forward to. In the meantime, I’ll just keep doing what I do. Today, that means a Hideaway feeding, some time with my girl on the Arizona floating bar, dinner at John’s place, and then a nightcap somewhere or other. Damn, am I living my own Groundhog Day?

Another drunken SOB

I woke up Friday morning to this view from my patio. And so began another day.
And the day ended pretty much like this. That’s why I blog in the afternoon!

In between those bookends, here is how I filled the hours. It being Friday and all, that meant there was a morning group hike to be enjoyed.

Gathering at the Baloy 7-Eleven as is our custom
Crossing the highway is usually the most dangerous part of the hike

We got a Jeepney out to Calapacuan and started our trek from there.

Off we go!
The lowdown getting under the bamboo stalks
Today’s tree I liked
An arduous climb on a little-used path
A different angle on Easter Mountain
Calapandayan is in the foreground, Black Rock is in the middle, and way off in the distance, you can see a bit of Alta Vista.
A handy bench to rest on near the top of our climb
Oops! Tim was the last one to use this bench. Just wasn’t up to American-sized standards.
The view of the bay from on high

Swan took a video of a portion of our hike:

And I did a short (two minute) video of a rickety bridge crossing:

Back on the pavement
A rare Beetle sighting
A walk on the mild side

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I decided to join Tim and Scott for this week’s SOB dance competition at Alaska Club. Swan opted not to attend, so it was the rare (for me) guys night out.

Judge not lest ye be judged. We collectively rated the performances and picked all four winners.
Scott and Bob worked for the same company back in the 20th century
The Alaska crew kept us entertained before the competition began
The Alaska team strutting their stuff
The Voodoo girls finished first for the fourth week in a row.

After the SOB is an event called The Aftermath. I very rarely attend because I’ve had enough of drinking by the end of the SOB. I made an exception last night and attended the first hour of The Aftermath at Voodoo. Tim was enjoying his last night in Barretto for a while.

And he seemed to like what was on the Voodoo menu.

It was a good Friday.

A dozen beers didn’t break the bank this time.

Facebook helped me remember my best dart game ever:

Ten years ago, I tossed four tons and an unlikely 101 out for a fifteen-dart finish.
The final three darts: I hit the triple 17 leaving a 50 out. I took a shot at the double bull for the win but missed and hit an 18, leaving a 32 out. A double 16 gave me the victory!

Oddly enough, I don’t miss my darting life all that much these days.

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay talks about why waiting to retire may be a mistake. My original plan was to retire as soon as I became eligible at 55 (that was back in 2010) and move to the Philippines. But then I changed my plans and decided to share my life with Jee Yeun. I retired in January 2011, and we moved back to the USA with a plan of spending six months in the States and six months in Korea. I was a happy camper with that life, but something happened with Jee Yeun that I still don’t understand. In 2015 she declined to return stateside, so I found part-time work as a contractor back in Korea. I spent a year trying to change her mind, but in 2016, she said she wanted a divorce. I was devastated (it still hurts to be honest). Then I got an offer to come back to work in my old job with 8th Army, and I took it. I worked for two more years and then packed my bags for the Philippines. I don’t really regret those wasted years, but I’ve seen too many people who keep working until they die. I’m glad I wasn’t one of those.

Maybe you’ll like these:

I don’t have a drinking problem. I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem!
When one door closes…
That shit will make you seasick

Yeah, those were worse than usual. Sorry ’bout that! I’ll try to do better tomorrow.

A twosome place

As seen on the morning dog walk. That’s smoke, not clouds or mist. Burning trash is a thing here.

Swan and I kicked off our Thursday by sharing a walk. We took a Jeepney out to Philseco Road on the far side of Subic town and commenced our stroll from there.

The intersection of National Highway and Philseco Road
Off we go!
A Philseco view
Here’s where we leave the road behind us for a bit

This portion of the hike is one of my favorites, so I recorded the walkthrough. It’s twelve minutes long, so feel free to view the video at 2x speed.

On with the hike:

Of course, Swan was handing out treats along the way
Alley living
And life on the riverside
A pleasant pond
I think “Squid Game” is coming to the Philippines!
That’s an impressive house being built in the Earth Homes subdivision
Off the pavement and over a rickety bridge
Rest stop
Life is hard sometimes
Our 7.5K trek

Next on the agenda was my appointment with Dr. Jo. She gave me this week’s chelation injection and then removed the remainder of my facial skin tags.

The wounds will heal and I’ll be gwapo again!

After I was done with the doctor, I was ready to eat—time for a visit to Jewel Cafe.

A filet mignon dinner for 499 pesos. Swan had one, too. The steak was small but filling. And I only ate half of the potatoes.

After our meal, we stopped by at It Doesn’t Matter.

Manager Ashley gave us a warm welcome, and I gave her a lollipop

Then it was on to Wet Spot to use the last of my SOB coupons (buy one, take one). Five beers later, we headed for home. Another episode of “Squid Game” leaves one more to go before Season Two is complete. Then I can read Kevin Kim’s review!

Keeping with the program!

Today’s weekly weigh-in was 230.5, down three pounds from last week and 36.6 pounds since the diet commenced on November 1. I still cringe when I see photos with my belly protruding, but I guess that’s the last to go. I have thirty-one more pounds to lose to reach my goal.

This installment in The Story of My Life is from February 3, 2006, and tells about the day that ended with my first (and only) ambulance ride and my first-ever experience with stitches. I’m glad I lived to tell about it then, and I’m happy to share the memory now.

Today’s Facebook memories included these events:

Eight years ago, I was scouting the housing on SBMA as a potential retirement home. I opted to live in Barretto instead and have no regrets about that decision.

Six years ago, after many attempts, I finally successfully navigated the route between the end of Rizal Extension and Alta Vista. In honor of that accomplishment, I declared that path would henceforth be known as the My Bitch Trail.

Where the Bitch begins…
…and where the Bitch ends

Three years ago, I was recovering from another broken heart.

“Human beings are remarkable – at what we can learn to live with. If we couldn’t get strong from what we lose, and what we miss, and what we want and can’t have, then we couldn’t ever get strong enough, could we? What else makes us strong?”
–John Irving

Things happen for a reason, I suppose. If Paula hadn’t dumped me, I would have missed out on Swan.

It’s the year of the snake, and that makes me think about those slimy creatures when I hike through the grasses. The Philippines has cobras, but they are rarely seen when we are out and about. It’s probably because we make so much noise as we walk that the snakes slither away before we arrive. That wasn’t the case two years ago:

Not my photo; another Hasher took this shot before I arrived, and by then, the snake was long gone. Thankfully!

I despise Manila and try to avoid going there as much as possible. I’ll be visiting the US Embassy next month to get a Power of Attorney notarized, but I won’t be spending the night. Makati is where I choose to stay when necessity dictates, but getting there in traffic can be a bitch. Anyway, that’s all a prelude to today’s YouTube video, which spends eight minutes talking about the good things the city has to offer. And yes, the nightlife on Burgos Street can be expensively fun.

Hmm, the video can’t be embedded. You can watch it here if you please.

And now for the smiles:

I have no interest in that shit
At least he laid it all out on the table
Something doesn’t add up here

And that’s the way it was. The way it’s gonna be includes the SOB at Alaska Club tonight. I was on the fence about going, but this is Tim’s last night in town, so I’ll join in the fun. More to come tomorrow.

And in closing, I was sad to learn that Marianne Faithfull has died at 78. I enjoyed her songs back in the day, but I never realized what a f’d up personal life she lived until reading about her passing today. Your music lives on!

Here’s her first hit:

And another song I enjoyed:

A different point of view

A change of scenery will give you a new perspective, and that’s a good thing. Yesterday, the Wednesday Walkers took a thirty-minute drive to the end of the road in Cawag and commenced our hike from there. We’d last ventured out this way a couple of years ago, so the vistas had a fresh look about them. The only downside of the hike was that it was an “out and back again” path, and I don’t like retreating. Still, it was a nice way to kick off the Lunar New Year.

Where we were
Regrouping after the drive
Off we go on another adventure
Our road reminded me of my favorite ice cream flavor
Our largest group in quite some time
My picture of Scott crossing the river
Scott’s picture of me crossing the river
Back on dry ground
This is the only portion of the hike that had trees
The wide open spaces filled with tall grass
A different kind of beauty than I’m used to seeing out Barretto way
Taking in the views
Like this one
A double-breasted mountaintop
Taking a Bingo break before turning around and heading back from whence we came
Not much competition for the “favorite tree” award this time.
Retracing our steps

Here’s a couple of minutes of video from the hike coming back:

I didn’t go horizontal because hiking on a rocky path with a phone in one hand and my trekking pole in the other is tough enough.

Crossing the water one more time
Nearing the end of the road
The river “resort” near where we parked looks like a fun place to have a picnic. It’s on my bucket list.
There and back again was just a tad over 6K

The Wednesday evening hours were spent at The Green Room and Alaska Club. I had the usual good time at GR, and I even almost beat Chu at pool. I had the first shot at the 8-ball and missed; she didn’t.

The Alaska visit was unusual. An old waitress “friend” I hadn’t seen for several months was back, she came and said hello and took our drink order, but a different waitress delivered them. I called her back over and asked her why she didn’t serve me, and she said it wasn’t her turn. Apparently, the waitresses serve customers in rotation. Okay, no big deal. Would you like a lady drink? And she declined. That’s never happened to me before in fifteen years of visiting and living in the PI. Weird. I called over another waitress I knew, and she gladly accepted my offer to buy her a drink. It’s no big deal; it’s just unexpected to be rejected.

After the Alaska adventure, we headed home and watched another “Squid Game” episode from Season Two. Once again, I’m finding aspects of the show hard to believe. I’ll reserve judgment until I reach the end—two more episodes to go.

I’m getting increasingly tired of missing out on life’s simple pleasures. The other morning, I found myself thinking longingly about toast and jam.

Here are some Facebook memories from this day in my history:

Ten years ago, I was loving my darting life in Columbia, South Carolina. The two guys in the back row are both dead now. And the wife dumped me.
President Trump visited 8th Army Headquarters at Camp Humphreys in Korea seven years ago. I didn’t get any facetime with him, but saw him from afar.
Five years ago, I purchased a Fitbit Charge 3.
And coincidentally, my new Charge 5 arrived today

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay talks about expats who choose to “go native” and live like the locals. In the comments on another post, I had just mentioned that I chose not to live on SBMA because the vibe felt too much like living in the USA. So, here I am, living the high life in Alta Vista, looking down on the Filipino communities below. As I am wont to say, I may not be living in the Philippines, but I can see it (and hear it) from here.

To the humor we must go:

I’m glad I can mock this insanity from afar rather than having to witness it up close.
I forgot what I was going to say about this one
That’s one way to avoid the temptation to cheat on my diet

And that’s all for now, folks. I’ll be heading off for this week’s chelation treatment with Dr. Jo, and then we’ll see what’s going on in town after that. Thanks for coming by.

Royal beaches

Short and sweet today because I’m running behind schedule, and I ain’t got much to say anyway. Just my typical Tuesday bookended with morning grocery shopping and the beach in the afternoon.

Here’s a couple of minutes inside the Royal Duty-Free supermarket:

And here’s a five-minute beach walk on the way to our weekly Kokomo’s floating bar visit:

I promise the videos will improve one day soon. I’m looking into purchasing some better equipment and some software that will allow proper editing.

Yesterday’s view as we arrived at the floating bar:

Sun, mountains, and water
Our fellow floaters
That girl who enjoys spending time with me

And then this happened again:

Going…
…going…
…gone!

With the sun’s show over, we headed back to shore.

Disembarked from the raft and ready to grab some chow at Treasure Island

We were feeling like Mexican last night:

Tacos for Swan
Enchiladas for me. I had one for dinner and the other one for breakfast this morning.

After our meal, we headed for home. Swan said she missed my smoothies, so I made a batch for the first time in a long time. Two bananas, some frozen strawberries, a scoop of vanilla ice cream, and some milk in the blender. They were not exactly diet-friendly, but damn, they were tasty! We enjoyed another episode of “Squid Game” while we sipped our sweet treats. Nice to end the evening with more bloody murder and mayhem.

I was a little surprised those smoothies didn’t put me over the top.

Twenty years ago, I enjoyed family members’ comments on my political blog posts. These days, none of my family reads or comments here at LTG. Everything changes, and life goes on.

Fourteen years ago, the family gathered in Enid, Oklahoma, for my mother’s funeral and burial.

It was the last time we were all together. L-R around the table: Me, wife Jee Yeun, daughter Renee, nephew Joshua, son Kevin, daughter-in-law Lauren, brother Greg, nephew Jason, and his Filipina wife, Rosie.
Eight years ago, I enjoyed an icy walk in Seoul
Three years ago, I discovered I’m stronger than the average beer.

Today’s YouTube video from my vlogger friend, John Brant, is eight years old. John was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, and I rarely see him out and about these days. He hasn’t vlogged for years now, but it was his videos that got me interested in joining the Hash. I very rarely visit Hot Zone these days, but I understand it is still one of the better girly bars in town. And this pole dancer put on quite a show!

Today’s dose of humor:

Man, I remember those days when I’d slap a Cheech and Chong album on the record player and get high as a kite.
That’s bad, even by my low standards.
There’s nothing wrong with tiny tits. More than a mouthful is a waste.

And there you have it—another day, another post. Beer o’clock is fast approaching, so I’d best jump in the shower and prepare myself!

Off and on

Another Hash run completed without a trip, slip, or fall. A nice trail overall, some parts familiar and some almost seeming new again after a long absence. Our group made a wrong turn or two but recovered before too much energy was expended retracing our steps. And as is our style, we took a shortcut to avoid an end-of-the-trail hill climb.

Gathering at the VFW starting point
And let the climbing begin!
Moving through a shanty village on the way up
There goes that girl of mine
Leaving the village behind
Passing the grass (heh, that brings back memories!)
The Barretto view
A rest stop. If it looks like I’m peeing behind that tree, it is because I was.
Cums Alone leading the way
The Subic side of the hill
The final push to the top
A brief water break at Four Corners
More grass
And coming back down the other side
The view from here
A stroll through Marian Hills
Then back up to Alta Vista
Heading On-Home
Didn’t even make it to thirty. RIP!
Red Bar was our host for the Hash Circle
Our version (the yellow) came in just shy of 5K

I’m glad to be healthy enough to Hash. Heart rate and breathing have not been issues of late and I hope it stays that way.

Some more after-Hash enjoyment at IDM. It was nice to see Michael and his gal Tess back in town after a three week driving tour of several of the islands. We returned home in time to enjoy the third episode of the second season of “Squid Game.” More bloody violence and an interesting twist at the end. I’m looking forward to see where things go from here.

Not bad for a beery Hash day

I have no Facebook memories to share today, but here’s a twenty-year-old post about filling the hours one weekend in Korea that I’m including in The Story of My Life.

Here’s a meme I liked:

Another on my list of the unforgiven

Well, we haven’t heard from Mikey Bustos in a while. Hope you enjoy seeing today’s YouTube video:

And now, that other kind of humor:

Me too! And to be clear, those two are quite nice!
Make her earn it!
Time keeps on ticking into the future (Hmm. Why instead of what kind of spoils the fun. Didn’t notice until now and can’t be bothered to delete this one. Sorry!)

Alright, time to get on with my Tuesday. Thanks for dropping by.

A fun in the sun day

Another day in the Philippines life I lived to tell about. A Candy Walk, a party, and a floating bar were the legs on that stool of a Sunday. I’ll let the photos do most of the talking:

Heading out for the Candy Walk. Ain’t we sweet?

I f’d up the video of the Marian Hills portion of our walk. I think the problem is you have to turn the phone horizontally BEFORE hitting the record button. I’ll try to get it right next time. All my efforts at finding a way to flip the video after the upload were also unsuccessful. If anyone has a clue, let me know. I need one. (Warning: watching that mess for three minutes is dizzying.)

I guess burning the garbage is better than just tossing it in the creek bed and leaving it.
Come and get it
Dispensing more sweetness
Moving on to the next neighborhood
At the foot of the mountain
Another 5K Sunday mission completed.

Once our candy chore was complete, it was time to prepare for party mode.

Swan’s sausages
My brownies

Since I was not able to participate in the feeding at Hideaway, I dropped off a bag of goodies and some cash and let the girls feed themselves.

Joy sent a photo of her enjoying the spaghetti meal

The party was across the highway from Hideaway at the rooftop suite Tim is enjoying at the Coffee Shop hotel. It’s the nicest place in town for the money.

The guy’s table
The gal’s hangout
And the kitchen contingent

Typical gathering, guys drinking beer and bullshitting, and the women-folk did whatever it was that they did, which seemed to involve downing shots of alcohol yesterday. I went out for a breath of air and enjoyed the views from the roof.

That Kalaklan Ridge I’ve been climbing a lot lately
And the bay view from the other side of the roof
Swan came out for a looksee, too.

So, we started the party at 1 p.m., and I was nearing capacity when we said our goodbyes and departed at 5:30. Swan wanted to stop at the Arizona floating bar to see the sunset before we went home, and I consented.

The view from the roof said we’d better hurry. Luckily, the Arizona Resort is right across the highway from here.
The view from the beach
You’d better hurry, girl!
Made it! Our floating bar view
One of the better sunsets we’ve seen in a while.
Until next time, then.

We’d both had more than enough to drink by now, so we headed ashore and grabbed a trike for home. Swan was in bed and asleep at 7:30. I was planning to do the next installment of “Squid Game” but didn’t want her to miss out, so I contented myself with some internet surfing. I enjoyed a pudding appetizer before I called it a night.

What overindulgence looks like.

In this installment of The Story of My Life, I recount the events during one of my early weeks in Korea, including attending some required training and an introduction to aspects of Korean culture.

One of the Facebook groups I belong to is “Westminster High School Alumni.” Someone named Brenda from the Class of ’73 asked if anyone remembered her. I didn’t, but I posted my senior picture in response.

Based on the lack of responses, no one there remembers me either.

Meanwhile, I’m still poking fun at my lefty Facebook friends:

For all the good it did the last one.

This is the first time I’ve watched this YouTube vlogger. He covered some aspects of Filipino culture that I’ve also witnessed and did so in only five minutes, which suits my increasingly limited attention span. Worth the watch, IMHO.

Some fun before I go:

Most of the expats I know avoid bars with baklas (transgender). Maybe this is why.
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder. The more beer, the prettier they get.
The more, the better. Or not.

And now it is time to prepare for another Hash Monday. Thanks for stopping by!

Forest Hump

A quick post about my yesterday because today involves attending a social event at the ungodly hour of 1 p.m. Yesterday was also out of the realm of normalcy for me. I attended a Saturday Hash. Sponsored by the Manila Hash House Harriers. And the event was held on SBMA (the old Navy Base). By way of explanation: It was a special Hash run to honor Hasher Long John’s birthday, a Manila group member who resides in SBMA now. I’m acquainted with Long John because he frequently Hashes with us in Subic. So, it gave me a good excuse to get off my lazy ass and hike in some unfamiliar territory. Here is some of what I saw.

The birthday boy. By my reckoning, he’s ten years older than me. I hope I’m still going as strong as he is in a decade.
Gathering at the community center in Long John’s neighborhood
And of we go on what was deemed to be a forest trail. It was indeed!
There were some ups and downs along the way, but for the most part it was a pleasant hike.
The first of what I counted as five water crossings
Some folks opted to trying hopping across on the rocks
Like these folks, I just went with the freedom of wet feet
You’d think a Swan would be agile in the water
I was beginning to feel bamboo-zeled
But there was room to pass through the jungle
On up on a well-marked trail
Relatively wide-open spaces
This was the first of several fallen tree trunks we had to maneuver over.
Up and over
In the woods
Swan getting back to her roots
More water
Wet feet again
Low bridge ahead
Unless you happen to be short
Still more water
A dry crossing this time
This crossing had the added obstacle of a downed tree to limbo under
The last of the water crossings and the final hill climb
This massive trunk was too much for me to scramble over, so I found a way to walk around it.
And then back to Long John’s neighborhood. The housing here is duplexes from the old Navy base days. Before I made the move to the PI, I looked at some of these options, but decided I didn’t want to live in what felt like an American suburb.
Our walk through the forest was 5K

There was some food, birthday songs, and a Hash Circle after the hike, then it was back to Barretto. I watched the second Season Two episode of “Squid Game” then hit the sack for some well-earned sleep.

Having only five after-hike beers helped.

One year ago I celebrated the grand opening of this venue:

I should go there more often

Today I posted this photo on my Facebook that I found on Kevin Kim’s blog:

And within five minutes, it looked like this:

Fuck you, Zuck. You suck!

Okay, I’m hoping Trump will convince China to back off on it’s dreams of war in the Pacific, but it won’t be pretty if it ever happens. Seeing that China could literally cut the power to the Philippines isn’t all that surprising.

Some humor before I go:

There is beauty in nature
Keep your eyes on the prize!
Sounds like she’s all in

Hike buddy Tim is leaving soon for his journey back to the USA. We’ve all been invited for a farewell gathering at his cool rooftop lodging at the Coffee Shop hotel. I’m not keen on starting my time on the town so early, but sometimes exceptions must be made.