Neiling on the roof

A fun-filled Friday, by and large. Well, except for that going to the dentist part. A nice morning group hike and swell dinner at The Rite Spot were the bookends that held it all together. I’m going to change it up and do the day in reverse order this time. Let’s get to it!

Welcome back to The Rite Spot!
A view from here
And another
The VIP rocking chairs reserved for me and Swan…

Speaking of rocking, I connected the music box to my Spotify app and looked for the evening’s playlist. Neil Young has recently put his politics aside and rejoined the Spotify family (he quit in an ill-fated attempt to cancel Joe Rogan). Now, back in my glory days, I was a HUGE fan of Young’s music, and I owned all of his albums from the 70s and 80s. Back then, we shared the same political viewpoints, primarily being anti-war. The hit CSNY song “Ohio” was my high school protest anthem. Anyway, I grew up, and my politics changed; Young’s didn’t. So, I don’t like hearing him spout his bullshit these days, but I still enjoy his music. Last night, listening on the roof was like a trip back in time.

Because of the cloud cover, I couldn’t capture a classic sunset. This was the best I could do.
The lights came on, and I was still Rockin’ in the Free World.

Meanwhile, Swan went downstairs to prepare some dinner, and my basement dwellers all came up to join us for the meal.

It had been quite some time since I’d enjoyed a big plate of spaghetti with meat sauce.
The crew. That’s Christian taking the photo, his gal Inday, my helper Teri, Swan, me, Swan’s niece Aya, and Swan’s sister Chloe.

It was a fine night to be at The Rite Spot On The Roof.

In the afternoon, I visited my dentist, Dr. Barrera. Fortunately, I don’t see him often. At my cleaning last week, he spotted a couple of cracks in some old fillings, so yesterday, he restored them to their original glory.

Swan was there to capture the work in progress. I’m glad someone cares about my fillings.

I’m sorry to report that I’ve been experiencing some shortness of breath issues these past couple of days. Nothing like before, when I check my oxygen level, I haven’t been lower than 95. That said, my normal remedies, like the nebulizer, don’t seem to help much. It seems to occur mostly in the mornings during the dog walks. Hopefully, this, too, shall pass. Anyway, I’ve got to keep pressing on, so I overcame my reluctance and attended the Friday group hike. The plan was to take a trike out to Naugsol, then walk a trail that is rarely traveled and involves a climb of unknown difficulty. As we exited the village of Naugsal, I saw a path we’d done before and suggested that as an alternative. I was relieved when my fellow hikers concurred. So, we had a mostly flat hike through familiar territory, which provided some relief to my troubled mind.

Heading out on the streets of barangay Naugsol
Leaving the village behind
Instead of turning right towards the unknown, we took a left and headed in the direction of our old friend, Easter Mountain.
A brief moment in the shade
The cows had enough sense to stay out of the sun. Yeah, it is still crazy hot here.
The carabao preferred the mud hole
And the kids like cookies
Grabbing a moment in the shade
The slaughterhouse–it sounds a bit cruel and unusual.
Another cookie delivery
Filipino culture on display
And onward we march
Through some wide open spaces
Ain’t that the shits?
Through the backstreets of Calapacuan
Then headed for home on the National Highway
Good thing he’s not a vendor!
A very pleasant 6+K stroll

And that was how my Friday began.

Here’s a quick update on that “fuck you, China” mission. The objective was achieved. Supplies were delivered, and China defied.

It’s only just begun

As I mentioned yesterday, my old Quora posts have all been shared here, so we are done with that. I think what I will do to fill that space is occasionally share a Philippines-related YouTube video from some of my favorite vloggers.

Okay, George isn’t one of my favorites, but I have met him and he’s a nice guy. I’m sharing this one because it’s about a local dude on Baloy (never met him) and his passion for cooking equipment might be of interest to some readers here.

And now it is on to the humor:

No need to give him/her a hard time.
A woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Arizona when her car broke down. An American Indian on horseback came along and offered her a ride to a nearby town.
She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes the Indian would let out a Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!’ so loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills and canyon walls.
When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final ‘Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!’ and rode off.
“What did you do to get that Indian so excited?” asked the service-station attendant. “Nothing,” the woman answered “I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so I wouldn’t fall off.”
“Lady,” the attendant said, “Indians don’t use saddles.

We’ll leave it at that for now. It’s time for me to get on with my Saturday. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.

Comes a time
when you're driftin'
Comes a time
when you settle down
Comes a light
feelin's liftin'
Lift that baby
right up off the ground.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

You and I we were captured
We took our souls
and we flew away
We were right
we were giving
That's how we kept
what we gave away.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

Thirstday

Not the greatest day and not the worst. It’s all about taking the bad with the good, I suppose. Thursday is my day for a longish highway walk. My new Merrells handled that task well. Swan came along for the journey, which is always nice. We made it a dual-purpose hike, with our final destination being a phone repair shop at the Subic Marketplace.

Every time I plug in my new phone, I get this message. It never got wet, but I followed the drying guidance anyway without success. It’s been three days now, so moisture isn’t the problem. I don’t see any “foreign material” in the charging point, either.

I had a similar problem with a previous phone, and the repair ship was able to resolve it while I waited. When we arrived at the shop yesterday after more than 8K walking, the guy briefly looked at the phone, then told me to take it back to the Samsung store. He said the phone innards are very sensitive, and he didn’t want to open it. Damn. Looks like I’ll be going back to Olongapo tomorrow. At least the phone is still under warranty.

A good hot walk on the backroads. A new record distance for Swan, and she had no complaints.

I chose not to take any pictures, but Swan couldn’t resist taking one of me:

A man can’t even pee in peace around her!

Back home for some rest and afternoon routines, then at beer o’clock, Swan joined me for the walk into town. The heat still hasn’t relented, and although I prefer outdoor drinking venues, we opted for the refreshing aircon at the Green Room. I also had a “buy one, get one” coupon. Swan sipped her red wine, and I downed several San Mig Zeros. With our thirst satiated, we went up the highway for dinner at Myleen’s.

I had a tasty beef enchilada
And Swan enjoyed a Caesar salad

We called it a night after dinner and headed back home without the customary nightcap. So much for Thirstday!

I came across an interesting article, “Not Your Grandfather’s Philippines,” explaining how well the Philippines is growing and progressing as a nation. I found it educational from both a historical and current events perspective.

The article also includes an update on the “fuck you, China” mission I talked about yesterday. Apparently, there was no violence–this timeand the objectives were achieved.
And one of the fishing boats in that flotilla even had my name on it. Glad I could be there in spirit at least.

It’s a crazy world these days. How crazy? This crazy:

Facebook memories took me back thirteen years to my heydays in Itaewon:

Good friends, good beer, good darts, and a good life. Nothing lasts forever, I suppose.

And there was this “joke” from twelve years ago:

Man: Haven’t I seen you someplace before?

Woman: Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?

Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Your place or mine?

Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I’ll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?

Woman: I’m a female inpersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what’s your sign?

Woman: Do not enter.

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Woman: Unferrtilized.

Man: Your body is like a temple.

Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.

Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.

Woman: But would you stay there?

Man: If I could see you naked, I’d die happy.

Woman: If I saw you naked, I’d probably die laughing.

Six years ago I used the urinal in the Hot Zone bar for the first time.

What a pisser!

Anyway, I’ll confess that these memories from my past lives often make me feel melancholy with a sense of loss. And then I saw this today as I surfed the internet:

He has a good point. I’ve had a lot more than four past lives (hell, each wife represented a life), and you have no choice but to move forward and make the best of the next stop along the road of life. Perhaps I’m on my last life this time.

Let’s see what I had to say on Quora Q&A back in the day:

Q: Why is Route 66 famous?

A: It’s played a significant role in USA history and has also been featured prominently in the media over the years. Prior to the construction of the Interstate Highway System, U.S. Route 66 was the major east-to-west route as the population migrated to California, especially during the Great Depression. Route 66 was featured in John Steinbeck’s novel “The Grapes of Wrath” and also the film adaptation starring Henry Fonda. Later, there was a popular song called “Get Your Kicks on Route 66” and also a television show bearing the highway’s name. It also passes through and near some of the most beautiful scenery in the American West.

Indeed, Route 66 is famous. There is even a bar here in Seoul, Korea, bearing that name.

I answered that one a lifetime ago, back in 2015. I’ll double-check later, but this may be the last answer I have to share from my Quora participation days. Now, I need to come up with a new feature to fill space here on LTG.

I’ll never run out of humorous memes to share. Here’s what I have for you today:

He probably couldn’t open up to the doctor anyway
She’s such a dick!
At least she’ll never be the one that got away.

So, I had a morning hike and an afternoon dentist visit, and now I’ve decided to skip the SOB and stay at home this evening up on the roof. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

Crucified

Yesterday’s adventure with the Wednesday Walkers group really nailed me to the cross. Three of them, in fact. We journeyed out to barangay Santa Rita in Olongapo City and made our way up to the locally famous Three Crosses religious shrine. The climb was all concrete steps, but it still kicked my ass. Once our objective was achieved, we took a pleasant stroll through the woods until we were stymied by some newly constructed fences. We had to dismantle one to reach a path back down (we reassembled it after crossing). The down was steep and rocky in places, but all’s well that ends well. Here’s some of the scenery from our journey:

On the streets of Santa Rita
Saw this sign along the way and it gave me a chuckle
Then we walked through this narrow passage…
…and the stair-stepping commenced
I’d done this hike once before years ago but had forgotten how endless it feels
On and on, I’ll just keep on climbing…
…and I’ll rest when I feel like dying…
On and on…
Not the life for me!
Taking it slow, one step at a time
Another brief rest to take in the view
And then onward and upward
The final push to the top
Treating the caretaker to some cookies and candies
The view from the top
Nailed it!
My fellow Wednesday Walkers
Perhaps that cemetery down there is full of those who didn’t make it to the top
Heading out in search of a different way down
The woodsy portion of the hike was much more enjoyable
Another mountaintop residence
Jim stepped in a big and fresh pile of cow dung and had to stop and clean his shoe.
Don’t be cowed, Gary
The pleasant portion of the downward trek
And the not so pleasant
Some friendly hillside dwellers we met on the way down
And back on flat ground in Santa Rita once again
The path we walked

After the hike, we stopped at John’s place for lunch. Everyone seemed to enjoy their meal. John also has some shelves of food products imported from the UK. Some of them I’d never heard of.

Like this. No, thank you, I don’t leek cocks. Not that there’s anything wrong with it.

I was still recovering from my over-indulgence at the floating bar on Tuesday, so I stayed home last night. I did engage in some R&R up on the roof.

Got my sundown fix
Behind the clouds instead of the mountain this time
But still a nice finish to the day
That girl who lives in my house is also a good cook.
The baby back ribs she served me for dinner last night.

What do I have to complain about?

The big news in these parts is the escalating pushback by the Philippines to China’s aggressive attempt to steal Filipino territory. Today, a flotilla of a hundred or more Filipino fishing boats and some Coast Guard vessels swarmed into the waters China is claiming. It even made the news back home in the USA. And here is a Filipino news account of what is going on. I’ve not seen any clear updates on whether the Chinese tried to stop them, but some accounts indicate that the Filipinos achieved their objective. The best news is that the country under the current President Marcos is not willing to bend over and take it up the ass from China like his predecessor. Interesting times.

Facebook memories reminded me of this bit of wisdom I posted twelve years ago:

He said.. I don’t know why you wear a bra; you’ve got nothing to put in it.

She said..You wear briefs, don’t you

He said.. Do you love me just because my father left me a fortune?

She said.. Not at all honey, I would love you no matter who left you the money.

She said.. What do you mean by coming home half drunk?

He said.. It’s not my fault.. I ran out of money.

He said.. Since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted to make love to you in the worst way.

She said.. Well, you succeeded.

He said.. What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you

She said.. Turn sideways and look in the mirror.

He said.. Let’s go out and have some fun tonight.

She said.. Okay, but if you get home before I do, leave the hallway light on.

He said.. Why don’t you tell me when you have an orgasm?

She said.. I would, but you’re never there.

He said.. Shall we try a different position tonight?

She said.. That’s a good idea, you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart.

I guess that’s still as funny as it ever was.

Just because you don’t share my viewpoints doesn’t make you dumb:

What makes you dumb is not thinking for yourself

Ready for some Quora Q&A?

Q: Do people of the Philippines have pale skin?

A: They run the gamut. Some are very fair-skinned, and some are very dark, notably the Aeta indigenous people.

An Aeta native boy
Filipina actress Sharon Cuneta

The woman I’m dating is originally from Manila. I’ve introduced her to my hiking hobby, which she seems to enjoy EXCEPT for it turning her skin dark (or “negra,” as she puts it). She recently went to visit her mother in Manila, and her mom accused her of looking like a “province girl.”

Yeah, being light-skinned is a pretty big deal here. I remember being surprised when I first came to the Philippines and saw all the billboards and advertisements for “whitening cream.” I laughed to my girlfriend that in the USA, women pay money to go to tanning salons, and here, they pay to get whiter.

I guess it is a cultural thing. I have noticed that most movie stars and the elite are fair-skinned. Anyway, to each his own. I personally am very attracted to brown-skinned beauties!

Maybe it is just a coincidence, but I’ve turned a lot more brown than I used to be.

Today’s effort at humor:

Sari-sari
That’s gonna leave a scar!
No comment

Back with more of this goodness tomorrow.

Shoe. Phone. Don’t bother me.

An action-packed Tuesday. Well, more action-packed than usual. And I’m stretching the definition of action somewhat. Anyway, here’s how it went down:

I started things out with the grocery shopping excursion at Royal. That went as usual, although I did spend a little less this week. After the groceries were loaded into the car, I sent my driver and helper home. Swan and I walked to the mall to do some shopping. First stop: the Samsung store.

My new playmate set me back $450.

I guess I’m rough on phones. I’ve had an A53 and an A54 previously. I’ve been a back-pocket kind of guy and that eventually leads to damage. I’ve vowed to carry this one in the front pocket. I took it on today’s hike, and now I’m getting a moisture warning when I plug in the charger. Not a good start! I’ve got it in front of the fan now, and hopefully, it dries out soon.

Next stop, the SM Department Store. I’m a walking man, and those miles take a toll on my footwear.

I purchased these lightweight Merrells for my roadwork (I’ve got two other pairs for my off-road hikes)

After dark, I’m a sketchy kind of guy, but I like comfortable footwear for my walks to the bars.

These Skechers are a good fit
And since they were on sale, I bought a blue pair too…

Another $150 on the credit card, but I wasn’t done quite yet. I was off to the computer store next.

My old mouse died, so I was trapped into buying this one.

We also got Swan’s sister a cheap phone so she could do all the things teenagers do on their phones nowadays.

With the shopping done, we grabbed a cab for home. This shot of Swan snoozing is the first photo I took with my new phone.

Once home, I dashed off yesterday’s blog post, and then it was time to hoof it back to town for a visit with Dr. Jo. This time, Swan was the primary patient–she’s been dealing with an itchy rash on her face and chest for a couple of weeks now. Dr. Jo gave her an injection of something and advised her to use a hypoallergenic soap for the time being. Hopefully, that’s all it takes. As for me, I just updated the doc on my current state of being, which is mostly the same but with some added muscle aches and pains, especially in the morning. Now, I’m taking Glucosamine along with my other meds. She also gave me the info I need to take to the lab for some updated blood work.

That hasn’t changed, but I was able to report that I’ve had zero ice cream for these past couple of months. Dr. Jo seemed impressed.

It was too early to stay in town, so we took a trike home and had a quick nap before heading out to the Kokomo floating bar. I had arranged to meet my hiking buddy Gary there at 4:30 and he was waiting when we arrived. Gary lives on Baloy, but this was his first time on the floater.

Another foreigner was on the raft ride out to the bar, and we exchanged greetings. He said he used to live in the area but has been residing on Bohol Island for the past few years. He was visiting family with his wife and staying at Treasure Island. When we arrived at the floater, I joined Gary on one side of the bar, and he sat on the far side, away from us. A few minutes later, he walked over and told Gary that he knew him. After some brief chat, Gary remembered him as well, and we invited him to join us.

It’s a small world, after all! That’s Chris on the right and Gary on the left.

It turns out that Gary used to own a couple of bars in Angeles City, and Chris was one of his regular customers. I really enjoyed hearing some their wild stories from back in the day, including one about Gary being incarcerated in a Filipino jail for several months. That’s my nightmare scenario, and his description of the hell-like condition put a shiver down my spine.

These days, Chris owns a resort at Alona Beach in Bohol. I perked up at that news because Bohol has long been on my bucket list of places to visit. And now I have a place to stay and a friendly host to show me around when I go. I’m thinking I’ll pull the trigger next month. Swan was excited about that, too.

One of the bar stories Chris and Gary told involved a customer who was known for drinking copious amounts of a beverage called Sambuca. Now, I’m almost exclusively a beer drinker, but when Gary (or was it Chris?) ordered up a round of shots, I was too polite to decline.

Cheers! And one good turn deserving another, I bought a second round of shots.

Last night was definitely the best time I’ve had on the floating bar. It may be the last for a while because it is scheduled to be moved into storage until the storm season is over.

So, until next season…
…I’ll have to watch the sun go down…
…from some other venue
I’m not sure what the bargirls are going to do in the interim
But we’ll all be seeing each other again soon.

We drank a shitload of beers before and after the shots, and I was feeling no pain when we left the floating bar. I was feeling a bit hungry, so we stopped into DaKudos for a bite to eat. I recall having a roast chicken salad and not much else. I know I made it home safe and sound because Swan sent me this picture from last night:

Just spending some quality time with Buddy. For what it is worth, I did wake up in bed.
Well, I rarely overindulge to the extent I did last night.

I’m staying home tonight, although I do expect I’ll visit The Rite Spot for a beer or two.

How about a nice political meme?

I fear for the future of our nation when people like this dunce actually get elected.

How about some memories?

That’s me in 1976 in Westminster, California, doing softball league stats with a high-tech calculator.
Thirteen years ago, I engaged the finger block maneuver after a dart game at Dolce Vita in Itaewon.
Eight years ago, I was still at Dolce Vita handing out trophies at the end of the Seoul Sunday Singles dart league season. Founding and running that league was among my proudest accomplishments as a darter.

And now for the Quora Q&A:

Q: Would you rather live in the Philippines or in Thailand? Why?

A: I chose the Philippines as my retirement home. It’s a beautiful country, and the natives are friendly. What sets it apart from other neighboring Asian nations is that English is widely spoken here. Going on two years now and no regrets.

I visited Thailand, and it is beautiful. What put me off was that it felt like a police state. They don’t make it easy on foreigners, in my opinion.

My Plan B if I ever feel the need to leave the PI would be Vietnam or Cambodia. I don’t even want to visit Thailand, let alone live there.

I wrote that four years ago and have subsequently softened my view of Thailand. I even visited Pattaya last year and enjoyed my stay. One of my issues in the past was vaping being illegal (that was before I kicked that habit once and for all). Also, during my initial visit, the King died, and the police came out in force and shut everything down. It was pretty freaky. Of course, having lived through the scamdemic, I now know that most countries can put on the police state hat whenever they want.

Time for some humor (as I define it anyway):

Have a beer or three and chill out then
That sucks. Or doesn’t.

I couldn’t decide which of these two songs to use for the closing today, so I’m giving you both. Enjoy!

She’s a hottie
Older than me now, but back in the 60s, wowza!

A sweet Sunday

And that’s why I blog…

Another fine Sunday is in the books. Just the usual–a candy walk with Swan, a Hideaway feeding, and spending some time on the water at the floating bar. The pictures tell the story better than I can, so let’s get to them:

This flowering tree caught my eye on the morning dog walk
The candy girl
The path ahead
First stop
Through the grove
Into Marian Hills
Home sweet home
Here, kiddie kiddies…
Ah, there’s a couple now
Pausing to smell the flowers
Sometimes life throws you a curve, but you still have to grow tall and stronger…
This kind woman gave Swan a bag of fresh mangoes
One of our regular stops
That mountain
That girl
On the streets of San Isidro
Come and get it!
Sweet eats
Emptying the candy bag for the third and last time
We took the back way home
A shitload of candy in just over 5K

After the usual R&R at home, I headed out to Hideaway. Stopped at Jewel and ordered the grub on the way. Once again, I was the only customer in the bar. Five hungry girls sitting around looking bored. Well, they got fed, but the hour I spent there was almost painful. I don’t know how they stay in business. Worse, I don’t see any evidence they are even making an effort to turn things around. Then again, I’m only there for a brief time on a Sunday afternoon. Hmm, maybe that’s why people aren’t there–they’re waiting for me to leave!

A hungry mouth fed

With my duty done, I headed for the beach.

The beach wasn’t as crowded as it usually is
Waiting for my ride to the floater
The floating bar wasn’t busy either. The crew passed the time with a card game
Time fades away
Sundown you better take care
Fire on the mountain. I have no idea why.

We did our nightcap at Green Room, then ordered some food from Sit-n-Bull to bring home. Buy one, get one on my drinks, and 15% off at SnB–putting those SOB coupons to work!

And so ended another day in paradise.

Five years ago I celebrated my 50th Run with the Subic Bay Hash.

Looks like I had a come to Jesus moment
Some time on the ice and a commemorative headband. Today, I’ll be making my 296th run with the SBH3.

And now, let me pause to honor the leader of the free world:

We are in good hands! November is coming…will it get here soon enough?

Speaking of jokes, here’s an old one from my Facebook memories:

A man goes to his doctor and complains that his wife hasn’t wanted to have sex with him for the past six months.

The doctor tells the man to bring his wife in so he can talk to her and hopefully determine what the problem is.

The following day, the wife goes to the doctor’s office. The doctor asks her what’s wrong, why doesn’t she want to have sex with her husband?

“Oh, that’s easily explained. For the past six months,” the wife says, “I’ve been taking a cab to work every morning. I don’t have any money. The cab driver asks me, ‘Are you going to pay today, or what?’ So, I take an ‘or what’.”

“Then, when I get to work,” she continues, “I’m late, so the boss asks me, ‘Are we going to write this down in the book, or what?’ So, I take an ‘or what’.

I take a cab to go home after work and, as usual, I have no money. The cab driver asks me again, ‘So, are you going to pay this time, or what?’ Again, I take an ‘or what’.

So you see, doc, by the time I get home I’m all tired out and don’t want it anymore.”

“Yes, I see,” replies the doctor. “So, are we going to tell your husband, or what?”

It seemed funny at the time.

Alright, time for today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: Why are you living in the Philippines now instead of staying in South Korea?

A: I lived in Korea for most of 2005–2018. Then, I retired and moved to the Philippines.

I loved my life in Korea, especially during the years I was in Seoul. The major factor in choosing to retire elsewhere was the cost of living in Korea. I can live like a rich man on my pension in the Philippines. I also like the fact that English is widely spoken here, which makes life all that much easier. Korea is wonderful, and so is the Philippines. Just in different ways.

Korea was another life, a lifetime ago, or so it seems. Seeing the old pictures from that life still causes pangs of sadness that it has come to an end. Still, I’m thankful that I could be “reborn” into the life I have found in the Philippines.

Ready for a laugh? Well, a smirk, at least:

Especially in a high-rise building
Looks like someone got their ass kicked!

Back tomorrow with a Hash report. Until then, paalam!

Celebrate good times

Come on! My sixth anniversary in the Philippines was a good one. Not unlike most other days I enjoy here, but Swan made it extra special by treating me to a foot spa and dinner. I believe that’s the first time a Filipina has ever insisted on picking up the tab!

I started the day with my Standard Saturday Solo Street Stroll. During the walk, a misty drizzle began to fall, helping me stay cool. That’s the first moisture from the sky I’ve experienced in months. And there is rain in the forecast for tomorrow. Bring it on!
Not a bad pace for an old guy.

We headed to the Angel’s Touch Salon at four p.m. for our foot work.

Laid back together in the spa while the clinicians did their magic.

With our feet refreshed, we headed up the highway for dinner at John’s place.

It was about five, and we were the only customers. We opted to sit in the open-air area on the third floor.
The crazy weekend traffic on the highway through Barretto. These days, the Manila folk escape to the beaches in Zambales for the weekend. That bypass road needs to be completed ASAP, but this being the Philippines, I doubt I’ll see it in this lifetime.
Me and my date. Well, I guess technically, I was her date since she was paying.
Surf and turf for Swan
And a tenderloin for me. I was wanting a ribeye, but it was out of stock. The steak was small but tasty and satisfying.
A view from our perch

The tab came to 2300 pesos ($45.), including our drinks. Thanks again, Swan!

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot, where I had a “buy a lady drink, get a customer drink free” coupon. So, we kept Swan’s friend Aine and our waitress Irene happy.

Well, Aine looks happier than Swan in this picture, that’s for sure!

It was another fine day in paradise. Here’s hoping for lots more anniversaries to celebrate in the future!

It’s Mother’s Day in the Philippines today.

Thirteen years without her now. You never stop missing your mother.

Well, there have been some confrontations between the Chinese Coast Guard and Filipino vessels near the Spratley Islands. China says that’s her territory, but the UN Court said it belongs to the Philippines. Anyway, I saw this article today that seems to indicate things are escalating behind the scenes, and the Philippines has even raised the possibility of expelling Chinese diplomats. Things are sliding closer to chaos and possible war every day. Thank God we have a strong leader in Washington, DC, to keep the peace. Oh, wait.

Facebook memories took me back seven years to when I departed Seoul and moved to Pyeongtaek.

Scrolling through some of my old posts about that transition made me feel a little sad. I have no regrets; life goes on. I should have appreciated what I had more than I did, but that’s all in the past. I’m trying hard to enjoy every day of my new life here as much as possible.

Let’s see what the Quora Q&A has for us today:

Q: What was the last thing you said to someone before they died?

A: I copied and pasted this blog post from 2008 about my friend Linda Ketner as my answer.

Damn, I just reread it now, and it made me cry again. It is probably the best thing I’ve ever written here at LTG. The answer got several thousand views and several touching comments, like this one:

How beautiful this is. and so well written…and how amazing is it that I found this answer after all this time.. Thank you, John! Not sure what you believe…but I believe Linda and you are old souls, and have been through many, many lifetimes together…She was (is) right. That was not Good-by. When it is time for you to step clear of your body, she will be the first person you see.

Thanks so much. I don’t know what I believe about the afterlife but I really hope it is as you say…seeing Linda’s smile again as I begin that journey would be a dream come true.

Okay, let’s have a dose of lame humor:

I’m melting! I’m melting!
Does such a thing even exist?

Alright, that’s all for today. I have a Hideaway feeding to attend to, then I’ll spend some quality time with Swan on the Arizona floating bar. And I’m paying this time!

Born again

I never really had a plan for life; I just reacted to it. Whenever I reached a crossroads, I chose a direction and followed the road without a clue as to where it might take me. I guess it is natural to wonder about the paths that would have led to a different life, but you only get to live the life you chose. No mulligans. But I have been extremely fortunate and blessed. The roads I have taken have led to some great adventures and life-altering experiences. A fool’s luck, perhaps, but even though I could never have imagined what my life would turn out to be, it has been a very nice ride. So it is time to look forward again. And it will be an adventure with an uncertain outcome for sure.

Long Time Gone, January 1, 2005

Today marks the sixth anniversary of my new life in the Philippines. Well, on May 11, 2018, I finished my last day of work at Eighth Army and headed directly to the airport. I landed in Manila and had a driver take me to Subic, arriving at Treasure Island on Baloy at three a.m. on May 12. So, maybe tomorrow is my anniversary. Or they both are. Not that it matters. Here’s the post for my last day in Korea and the one about my first day in the Philippines. I wrote the passage above as I was preparing for my big move to Korea almost twenty years ago now. I had gone back to Oklahoma to visit my parents before my departure. While there, I had the epiphany that I had never really appreciated the good life I experienced while living there because I was so caught up in looking back at the heartbreaks in my former life:

I have discovered that it is important to take the time to enjoy the life you are living, even as you chase rainbows. I think I missed the best part of Oklahoma, and it is only in looking back that I realize that I should have allowed myself to be happy there.

Of course, I have those same feelings when I reminisce about my time in Korea. So, I guess I didn’t learn the lesson I preached in 2005 after all. These six years in the Philippines have been, for the most part, all that I had hoped for, but not entirely without regret. Perhaps I’m getting better at focusing on the present and making the best of what I have. Having Swan in my life is certainly a big step in a new direction. Maybe I’ll get it right this time.

Walking on to the future, whatever it may bring.

Well, the immediate future will include a foot spa and dinner for two at John’s place–Swan’s treat at her insistence. Sounds like a good way to spend my anniversary!

Four years ago, I was still raging on Facebook about the scamdemic by sharing posts like this one:

Yes, people showed who they truly are through their actions

I had a “friend” back then who didn’t like the fact that a group of us was still sneaking off into the hills for hikes during the lockdown. I had also found a “speakeasy” venue where a select few were allowed inside to eat and drink. I made the mistake of posting a photo of one of my meals (when only takeout was permitted by the powers that be) that I thought was innocuous, but he somehow identified the location and then outed them on Facebook. I never forgave that asshole.

To the Quora Q&A then:

Q: What are some of the most unusual ways people were caught cheating on their partner?

A: Well, this happened to me (I was the culprit). I was having an affair with a co-worker. She was a big Chicago Bulls fan. I had a ton of frequent flyer miles, so I booked a flight from DC to Chicago for us as a surprise. There was an issue with our connecting flight in Pittsburgh, but a woman in the airline club was able to get us to Chicago in time for the game. I picked up a stuffed toy souvenir at the game and left it for the woman who’d helped us on our return trip through Pittsburgh.

It seems the airline club attendant thought my girlfriend was my wife. Because she called my actual wife to thank her for the kindness we had shown her with the gift. I was SO busted!

I never cheated on my next wife, so I may have learned a lesson.

Time for some humor:

I saw that one coming from a mile away
Words can have two meanings
No ifs, ands, or butts about it!

I’m not sure how many more years I have to go, but I’ll continue to share the trials, tribulations, and adventures here at LTG. You’ve been warned!

At the end of days

Rest in Peace, Bush Diver

The longtime and legendary Hasher, known as Bush Diver, passed away yesterday. He lived in Angeles City but traveled to Subic to join with our Hash nearly every week. I really didn’t know him well, but I was always impressed that this old guy was undaunted by the toughest trails. He’d been ill and bedridden for the past year. At least now, his pain and suffering are over. On-On to that Hash trail in the sky!

Pubic Head put together this collage of Bush Diver photos from happier days. You will be missed!

Another weird thing happened yesterday as well. I got an email on the AOL account I use for LTG.

My name is Steve , I am a private investigator in Texas – I am wondering if you can help me with some information about a man in some of your photos. This man is wanted by the FBI for child sexual assault and other charges. I will attach the photos with the man highlighted.

Thank You –

The photos were old photos I’d posted here from the Hash, including a Hasher we called Cupcake.  A year or so ago, he disappeared without a word and hasn’t been seen or heard from since.  Rumor at the time was that he was a fugitive on the run, but no one knew what happened that caused him to abruptly depart from Subic, where he’d been living for several years. What freaked me out was that this private investigator found some old random photos on my little-read blog that included someone wanted by the FBI. There must be some awesomely scary facial recognition software out there that can search the nooks and crannies of the internet to find fugitives. Damn, that’s scary. What if they criminalize lousy grammar and punctuation?  I’m doomed for sure. Anyway, almost all my interactions with Cupcake were Hash-related, and he didn’t give off any child-molester vibes.  I guess that’s the most dangerous kind.

Swan joined me for my walk yesterday, which is always nice. I have my standard solo walks, but I change things up on Thursdays and add some extra distance. So, I walked up the National Highway towards Olongapo for four kilometers or so, then took a path down to a little village on the water named Bantay Bayan, which I hadn’t been to for a while. It’s one of those places that has a nice vibe about it, and I could see myself living there if I ever wanted to change my life and live like a local. I doubt I ever will, but who knows? As we passed through, a couple of Filipino guys started talking to Swan, saying they were selling their house and lot. It was not my kind of place, but it was funny that the fates were there to tempt me.

I had intended to walk the beach back to Barretto, but the tide was higher than I’ve seen before, making the beach passage impossible without wading through knee-deep water. So, we headed back up to the Highway and then came back down to the beach at the Samba Resort. Samba only allows pass-throughs with a charge, but there is a new beach bar on the premises that you can visit without a fee. I asked the guard if it was open, and it was (the hours are ten to midnight), so we got a get-off-the-highway card for free!

I’ve never been to the Kon Tiki before, but have heard many good things about it. It is owned by the same guy who has Harley’s on Baloy. I’ve long lamented the fact that there is no true beach bar in Barretto. This one is 3K out of town, but it’s just the kind of place I’d visit regularly if it were more easily accessed. Seizing the moment, I declared the hike over, plopped down on a bar stool, and gave the Kon Tiki a go. At the end of our visit, we caught a Jeepney back to Barretto, but before we departed we got some prices on the available lodging at Samba. One day soon we’ll be back and make an overnight stay there.

Here are some photos from our abbreviated 6K+ hike:

Leaving Alta Vista
Leaving the highway behind
Heading down to the village
The lovely village of Bantay Bayan
The beach
This abandoned hotel gave off a Stephen King-like vibe.
The route we walked prior to our premature evacuation.

Here are the Kon-Tiki shots:

The innards. As you can see, it is a small place.
Outside looking in
The view from my barstool
The menu options. We didn’t eat yesterday.
My girl
Me and my girl

So, the locals tell me there are no sharks in the bay, but this sign outside Kon-Tiki warns of another danger:

I was stung more than once in the waters off Huntington Beach, California, during my youthful beach bum days.

So, when beer o’clock rolled around, Swan advised she would be staying home. I decided to pay an increasingly rare visit to Cheap Charlies. I enjoyed catching up with one of my old favorites and treated her to some lady drinks and food. When it was time to move on, I considered the many bar options available and decided where I wanted to be most: The Rite Spot. Swan was there when I arrived and we had an enjoyable evening together on the roof.

The Cheap Charlies view
And how it looked from The Rite Spot
The end of the day.

And my life goes on.

Looking back to one of my previous lives:

Ten years ago, I was enjoying dinner with my best friend Dennis and his date. My wife took the picture.
Six years ago, I spent my last night as a resident of Pyeongtaek doing a bar crawl in Anjeong-ri. The Block bar was my final stop.

And here is a question I answered four years ago on Quora:

Q: Have you ever been reported to your company’s HR department, due to a malicious complaint? What happened?

A: Yes. I have a personal blog, and once, I did a post where I mentioned “the pedophile Mohammed.” Someone sent a complaint to the Command group saying it was inappropriate for someone working in HR to hold such views. A big investigation ensued, and I was counseled by my supervisor and the EEO manager. When the lawyers came back, they determined that what I wrote was a personal opinion written on personal time and that such opinions were protected by the First Amendment to the United States Constitution. I was advised not to identify myself as a Federal employee or to otherwise include a disclaimer that my opinions were my own and did not represent the views of the command or the US government.

And by the way, Mohammed married a 12-year-old. I stand by my description.

These days, my blog provides clues to the whereabouts of pedophile felons. Apparently.

Humor time:

Damn, that stings
Misunderstandings happen.
Keep your hands to yourself!

That’s all for today. Time for me to get ready for tonight’s SOB competition. It’s at Alaska Club, one of my favorite venues. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

Flat-out tired

Some of us old fogeys were still feeling the effects of Monday’s Hash trail, so we voted for a flat route for the Wednesday Walkers group hike. We elected to do a circumnavigation of the Naugsol Valley, and it proved to be a hot and tiring but enjoyable 8K jaunt. We concluded our journey with some beers and snacks at The Rite Spot.

The gathering before the trek
And off we go!
Downward bound
Cookie smiles
Headin’ for the valley
Who dat handsum guy?
Entering the valley
Easter Mountain from the valley floor
The valley floor
The wide-open spaces
Marching onward
A tree I liked
Valley living
Hello there, carabao
The path ahead
Will the circle be unbroken?
Around the bend
This was Tuesday morning…
…and a closer look on Wednesday morning
More cookies dispensed
That’s Alta Vista on the hillside–the circle is almost complete!
The after-hike gathering at The Rite Spot
Snacking on chicken nuggets and calamari rings
And beer. Lots of beer.
I really do enjoy my walkaholic lifestyle

And then there’s that other part of my life that fills the evening hours. I got a haircut yesterday, and my barber is on the Subic side of the river. Given our proximity, I took Swan to see Smokes and Bottles. I’d only ever been there for the Hash On-Home and I’d been wanting to pop in for a visit as a customer.

And here we are.

Smokes and Bottles is not a bad venue, but it could be better. My beer was warm, so I had to drink it on ice. We were told there was live music at eight, but there was no music in the interim. I do appreciate some background noise, as long as it isn’t too loud. A couple more fans might have been nice, too. Anyway, we stayed for a couple of drinks and enjoyed some chicken fingers as a snack. It was dark when we departed, so we caught a trike back into town. Did a visit to Green Room and then finished the night at Wet Spot. Had an interesting chat with Daddy Dave and he bought a round of drinks, so it was a good visit. Then it was off to home, and some sugar-free pudding for my bedtime treat.

That is SO me…

Facebook reminded me what I was doing six years ago:

I was dropping off all my work clothes at the thrift store on base. The only time I’ve worn a tie since is when I “dress up” for Halloween.
And four years ago, I was raging about the scamdemic. I was such a conspiracy theorist, doncha know?

On to today’s Quora Q&A adventure:

Q: Besides being older and not having to work, what are some of the differences between being retired and being a single man?

A: I am retired and I am single. So, there is no difference. It’s all the same. Day after glorious day.

I’m in a relationship now, but still not complaining…

This is the best humor I could come up with today. Sorry in advance:

Yeah, that blows
That’s a tough way to go down.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings.

Just another manic Tuesday

Here’s how it all went down:

Somethings burning! My morning dog walk view. On today’s walk, I saw the aftermath. I’ll share that photo tomorrow.

I changed my grocery shopping routine by going to PureGold supermarket and then visiting the old Royal supermarket. I do that every few weeks hoping to find items that always seem to be out of stock at my regular Royal. I’m usually disappointed in the results, but at least I tried. Yeah, that’s about as exciting as it gets around here on a Tuesday.

I saw this display at Royal and thought to myself, “Who wipes shit on their face?”

Later, there was the weekly visit to the Kokomo floating bar. We arrived a little before five o’clock, and the raft guys said we were the first customers of the day (they open at noon). During our visit, two or three others came aboard, but it was not busy at all. I’m hearing May 15 will be the last day of operation this season, so next week might be my last visit for a while.

The bay was as empty as the floating bar. At least the water was calm this week.
One of the raft drivers filled the down time by fishing. Didn’t see him catch anything, though.
Me and my catch…
As usual, there was this
And then there wasn’t

When our time on the floater was done, we visited Treasure Island for some dinner.

I had the enchiladas. That’s the biggest serving I ever did see.
I had the second one for breakfast this morning.

So, that was my Tuesday.

Six years ago, I enjoyed my retirement ceremony.

A great lunch at Camp Humphreys with my Directorate of Human Resources Management team. That’s what I miss most from working life–the people I worked with.
Some recognition
Thank you, sir!
It’s the least I could do
But the best reward of all was the memories. A great ending to thirty-seven years in the service of my Uncle Sam.

Back to the present day, this was posted on Facebook and I’m doing my part to spread the news:

Apparently, it is asking too much to be allowed to see all viewpoints and make up our own minds. Resist the indoctrination!

Time for the Quora Q&A thing:

Q: As an American living abroad (wherever it was), how long did it take you to acclimate to your new nation?

A: A couple of months, max. That was mostly just getting settled into my permanent house, hiring my domestic staff, and getting into my routines.

I had been visiting the Philippines several times a year before making the move, so I was cognizant of what I was getting into long before I made the move. I visited several areas before deciding on the right one for me. I think that is a big key to being acclimated—liking where you live.

Almost six years here now, and no regrets.

Something a little special in today’s humor category. Give this one minute clip of Norm McDonald a quick watch:

My pal Scott sent that to me after I posted this on Facebook:

It’s much funnier delivered by a professional comedian, don’t you think?

Alright, I got these, too:

I hate when that happens
But what about the rest of the story?
This one hits a little too close to home.

Th-th-th-that’s all, folks!

Another day is done

Started with a candy walk and ended with a dinner party. Life is good.

First deliveries. We changed our route and hit some new neighborhoods before finishing with our “regulars.”
On the highway
There were like thirty of these boats stacked here. No idea why, but rainy season is coming…
Escargot in French
The walls appear to be closing in on Swan
Dispensing sweetness
I can see The Rite Spot from here! (fully zoomed)
There it is again
It seems we interrupted bath time for one of those kids
Strolling along
Come and get it!
A Bridge #3 crossing
A tad over 6K when the candy ran out

Later, we hoofed it out to Baloy and visited Steve and Viola’s place for a small dinner gathering.

L-R: Viola, Arvy, and Swan. Another couple arrived later.
That’s Steve on the left. His neighbor (don’t recall the name) dropped by but didn’t stay long

So, there was grilled chicken and pork, a chicken curry dish, and sides like salad, cole slaw, and potato salad. The cornbread muffins I contributed seemed popular.

The spread

The food was good, the beer was cold, and the company was entertaining. A few beers in, and us menfolk started talking politics and the fucked up mess the world has become. Steve’s an Aussie, but his Prime Minister is apparently almost as bad as Biden. Here’s to hoping the voters wake up from their ignorance and elect some new leadership. I’m not holding my breath, though.

The day was better than this post. I got so bored writing it that I had to take a nap. I’m back now, so bear with me.

Speaking of politics, here’s the Trump ad targeting minority voters in Georgia that Google doesn’t want you to see. They say it violates their “standards,” but they don’t say why. Spend thirty seconds, give it a watch, and you’ll see what protecting the leftie narrative is all about. Disgusting.

And here is another example of why I’m expecting trouble from China here in the Philippines. Duterte was China’s bitch, but so far, the current President is taking a stand to defend his country. We’ll see how long he can hold out. The fact that there is a joint exercise taking place now with the USA, Japan, and Australia is a good sign as well.

Let’s do the Quora Q&A:

Q: Have you ever dawdled a moment so you could stand a few steps behind a girl wearing hot pants on the escalator?

A: Of course not! I’d only do that if it were a short skirt.

Watch out for the creepy old man!

Maybe these will make you smile:

Don’t knock it
A good example of saying the quiet part out loud
Shit happens

Anyway, Hash Monday is upon me. It’s a Vienna Sausage trail and a hot day. I’m sure there is a shortcut or two in my future. Tell you about it tomorrow.

All that remains

Happy Cinco de Mayo

I covered the best part of my yesterday in yesterday’s post. All that remains is the rest of the day. So here it is:

I’m attending a gathering at my Aussie friend Steve’s place on Baloy later this afternoon. For that reason, I moved the Hideaway feeding up a day. I fed five hungry girls with food from the Jewel Cafe. Actually, I fed four hungry girls because one left before I arrived. That aggravated me a little at first, but then I knew the food wouldn’t go to waste (the girls have hungry kids at home they share with), so why should I care? They ordered a breaded chicken breast, sisig, cornsilog, dangsilog, and longsilog. I always get an order of fried chicken wings for the girls to share as well. I was the only customer during the hour I spent at Hideaway. I don’t know how (or if) they’ll stay in business at this rate. I consider the feeding one of my “charity” projects, and the gals are always appreciative and thank me. Honestly, it’s the only reason I make a weekly visit to Hideaway. Although they do play nice music videos, so there’s that.

With the feeding out of the way, I headed out to the beach for my weekly visit to the Arizona floating bar.

Saturday Barretto beachgoers
The Saturday crowd on the floater was much larger than what I’m used to seeing on Sunday. All the gals were busy with customers, so I didn’t bother breaking out the Choco Pies I brought to share with them.
The water was much calmer this week
A Hash friend (Wesley) took a swim. I was not tempted to join him.
Going…
…going…
…gone.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. The big news there is that Swan’s friend (and my former drinking buddy) Aine is back to work. Apparently, things didn’t work out with the new boyfriend. Oddly enough, on our way to Wet Spot, I had asked Swan if she had heard from Aine since she declined the invitation for her and her fella to join us on Baloy. She had not. But as soon as we sat down last night, Aine joined us at our table, thirsty for lady drinks. Swan bought her two (I paid, of course). The epitome of a bargirl friendship.

While Aine and Swan got caught up, I chatted with another guy at the table who has been in the Philippines since his Navy days beginning in the 70s. He had some wild stories about the bar scene back in the day. He says everything now is tame and boring by comparison. Honestly speaking, a lot of what he shared sounds disgusting. Getting a blow job while watching a girl fuck a customer on stage just doesn’t interest me. To each his own.

Back home and early to bed brought a good day to an end.

So, I’ve got to say I’ve been astounded by various commenters alluding to me engaging in violence towards Swan. Nothing could be further from the truth, and nothing I have written here implies otherwise. We had a disagreement, and I walked away instead of staying and talking through it. That was the extent of my “sin.” I have lived through four failed marriages and never once hit or otherwise physically abused any of my exes. I can think of nothing more cowardly than a man striking a female. It is just not in my nature and will never happen. I wanted to be clear on that.

Today’s Quora Q&A is a special one:

Q: How was your first trip to the Philippines?

A: The first thing I noticed on my first visit to the Philippines was the poverty. My plane landed in Manila, coming in over the river that was lined with squatter houses and full of trash. Once on the ground, my driver took me through one of the squatter villages and apologized for what I was seeing, saying it was the fastest way to my destination. It was all pretty shocking and eye-opening; I’d never seen anything quite like it.

After spending a few days here, something else became quite apparent. Despite the poverty, the Filipino people are the happiest I’ve met anywhere in the world. The family is the center of life here, and the generosity and love within the family is something to behold. I’d never seen anything quite like that either.

I wanted to see and learn more, so I kept coming back for visits (I lived in Korea, so it was an easy trip). I eventually decided this is where I wanted to live, so I retired in 2018 and moved here permanently.

Here’s a funny and sad anecdote I can share. I brought my Korean girlfriend here for a visit the year before I retired. She had a blast and was treated like a rock star (Korean culture in the form of K-dramas and K-pop music is big here). On our last night in the Philippines, she broke up with me. I asked her why, and she responded, “Because we have no future. You want to retire here. Who wants to live in a poor country?” I told her that you can live in a rich country and pretend this world doesn’t exist, or you can live here and try to make a difference. That’s what I want to do.

So, I have two helpers and a driver. I’m making a difference for them. I do some charity projects that make things better for some. You can’t help everyone, of course, but it feels good to know that my presence is helping at least a few. I’m glad to be here!

Here’s what makes it special to me: This answer received over 2.7 MILLION views (most of my drivel gets seen by only hundreds). I also got 2,986 upvotes and 558 comments. Of course, this was a one-off occurrence and was written over four years ago. I rarely even bother answering Quora questions these days.

Now for some humor:

First and last date, no doubt.
Next time try salt!

I made corn muffins and brownies to share with my fellow guests tonight. See you here tomorrow.

A day away

That’s Poon-dock-it for those of you who have not mastered Spanglishalog.

We had a very nice overnight getaway in the lovely barangay Pundaquit in the town of San Antonio, Zambales province. It’s only about an hour away from Barretto, and I always enjoy the change of pace with its beachy, small-town vibe. I changed things up some this trip by staying at a venue I’d never tried before, the Hidaway. Another first was booking a nipa hut room. It was small but surprisingly comfortable. It would have been more enjoyable had some maintenance issues been addressed (for example, the bedroom door scrapped the floor and the bathroom mirror was missing). Still, no complaints. Our hosts and the staff were fun and friendly, and we had a good time hanging out with them.

Here’s the story of our brief journey in pictures:

I asked the owner’s wife why they named it “Hidaway” instead of Hideaway. She said the Hideaway name had already been taken. All the locals call it Hideaway, though.
They call it a hostel, but everyone seemed friendly. *ahem* Actually, I never considered staying here previously because I didn’t want to stay at my vision of a hostel. Then I saw an ad of theirs on Facebook, and I saw it wasn’t a dormitory with shared bathrooms.
Our nipa for the night.
I look like a model in an advertisement.
It looks like Swan is trying to entice me into the bedroom
There it is–small but functional
It was surprisingly comfortable and cool inside, with only a fan mounted on the wall.
And the bathroom, with a heated shower. I only used the toilet this trip.

And that’s all there is to the small nipa hut we stayed in for 2500 pesos. Honestly, that seems way overpriced, but I’m not complaining–it served our purpose. Let’s check out the grounds, shall we?

The pool. Swan waited until after dark to take a swim because the water was too hot for her during the day.
A view from above. That building in the back is the Love Shack Restobar. We didn’t eat anything there but indulged in some alcoholic beverages later in the day.
The open space in front of the rooms
And the hills in the background
The Love Shack is a very comfortable open-air bar.

Okay, that’s the Hidaway.Once we got settled in, we were ready for a late lunch. One of the reasons I wanted to stay at Hidaway is that it is right next door to one of my favorite places in the Philippines—the CMC Bar and Grill (aka The Car Wash).

Let’s go in and have a look around. And a beer. And some food.
A roomy open-air bar with nice music played at a reasonable volume
I thought there would be a band last night, but that is only on Saturday. Oh, well.
That is by far the largest American flag I’ve ever seen. Yep, the owner is a Yank, but he was back in the USA dealing with some medical issues.
My lunch date

So, what makes CMC/Car Wash my favorite? Well, it is a great bar, and I do enjoy that aspect. But what separates it from all the other bars I enjoy is its consistently outstanding food. That kitchen is top-notch fine dining quality serving up great meals for a frickin’ bar crowd in a tiny burg like Pundaquit. I’m glad I found it!

I had the pork ribs, and they did not disappoint. The baked potato was oh-so-good drowning in all that melting butter. And the meal was only 360 pesos. It’s hard to eat that cheap in Barretto.

After lunch, we went back to Hidaway and chilled for a bit. I quaffed some brews at the Love Shack when beer o’clock rolled around. Earlier, I had messaged my friend who lives in San Antonio that I was in town, and we planned a meet-up at CMC/Car Wash.

Nice to see you again, Gary.

Gary is a retired Navy man who spent a lot of time at the Subic Navy base back in the day. That’s where he met his Filipina wife all those years ago. Cathy came along as his designated driver, so Swan had someone to chat with while Gary and I caught up. Gary also introduced me to Stacy, the owner of a deli about a kilometer up the road. I promised I’d come by and give it a try for breakfast.

And how could I resist the CMC/Car Wash dinner special of the day–a pulled pork sandwich? Damn, it was massively good. In my defense, I did cut it in half and shared it with Swan.

When it was time for Gary to leave, we paid up and headed back to our Hidaway. Swan went for a swim while I continued my imbibing at the Love Shack.

That’s Hidaway owner Greg on the left.

Greg and his wife Ava (who runs the place) used to live on Baloy fifteen years ago. In the small world department, Greg knew Swan’s love, Alan, back in the day. It’s so strange when that happens. Another thing about Greg is he knew the punchline to all my old jokes. Damn it, usually when I’m at a venue for the first time, all my jokes are new again. Oh well.

I had a lot of it last night, but fortunately, I didn’t do anything stupid between the bar and my nipa.

And a promise being a promise, when it was breakfast time, we strolled up the road for some coffee and food.

I’d seen this place before and smiled at having it named after me, but I’d never ventured in. Stacy wasn’t there, but our waitress took excellent care of us.
Swan had a grilled ham and cheese sandwich
And I had pancakes. I blame Kevin Kim for all his postings of American breakfasts on his blog lately.
We dined outside on the patio, but the inside of the “deli” looked like this.

On our way back to Hidaway after breakfast, I saw this on a sign, and it gave me a chuckle:

Sadly, there was litter along the road, but not as bad as it is here in Barretto.

There’s no point in going to Pundaquit if you ain’t gonna visit the beach, right? So, we set out on a short walk to the ocean.

The road we walked
A mountain view along the way
Me marching ahead
And Swan bringing up the rear
I’m not sure I’d want a Nimrod for a doctor.
Swan says that is her favorite flower
On the beach at last!
And an ocean view instead of the bay. That’s the South China Sea and the Copones islands.
Next time we are going to stay on the beach. We checked out a couple of resorts while here. I think I would enjoy quaffing some beers in that upstairs restobar.
Another beach view before heading back to the Hidaway.
There and back again
Swan chillin’ in the nipa while we wait for our driver to arrive.
On the way home, I had my driver stop so I could get a photo of these oddly colored hills.
Here’s another view. It looks like God poured some chocolate syrup on them.
On the road back home.

We arrived safe and sound and have vowed to take similar excursions once a month or so. It was nice to get away for a bit.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: What is the best beach town to live in for an expat in the Philippines?

A: “Best” is pretty much dependent on your personal wants and preferences. I live in the beach town of Barrio Barretto (Olongapo City), and it works for me. A nice expat community of mostly retired folks like myself. Things to do like a Hash club, dart and pool leagues, and a variety of bars and places to hang out. Some top-notch restaurants as well. Good grocery shopping with western goods on the old Navy base and malls are just 20 minutes away.

The beach itself is on Subic Bay and is not all that pristine. Still, I enjoy my morning walks on the water. It’s a comfortable life here for me.

During this trip, I speculated about what life would be like if I lived in Pundaquit. It would be less convenient and a little more boring, but it is good to have options.

And I’ve got some humor to share as well:

Maybe give it a taste and see…
Okay, well I did just get back from PUNdaquit…

Back to the other Hideaway today for a feeding. I’ve got other plans for Sunday this week. I’ll be back tomorrow, the good lord willing. In the meantime:

As always, thanks for stopping by.

A turn for the better

Just a little something to stop the screaming in my brain

Sorry for yesterday’s cryptic post, but sometimes things just don’t go the way you’d like them to. My Thursday was weird in many ways, starting with sleeping in until almost 6 a.m. (I’m normally up between four and five). That threw all my routines off schedule. By the time I headed out for my weekly solo “long” walk, it was a little after nine. It was hot again, and I got about a block away and said, “fuck this,” and came back home.

The big bad event was a relationship issue that managed to trigger us both for different reasons. While from my perspective, her actions were inappropriate, I’ll concede my response wasn’t ideal either. I walked away to my room, closed the door, and stewed in my thoughts for a while. Then I took off for a walk. When I reached the end of Baloy Beach, I decided drinking some beer would meet my needs better than walking. It was only one o’clock, three hours ahead of my normal consumption schedule, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I popped into DaKudo’s and quaffed a few Zeros. That is where I was when I posted here yesterday. I was proud of myself for figuring out how to blog from my phone, but I wasn’t up for attempting to finger-peck a lengthy tirade. Then I moved down the road and pulled up a bayside stool at Harley’s.

My view from Harley’s

I didn’t keep count of the beers I downed at Harley’s, but when I ordered the last one, I checked my watch and noticed, ironically, it was now 4 p.m., my normal beer o’clock. So, I caught a trike for home, but I wasn’t done yet. Swan wasn’t there, but I filled my ice chest, grabbed a bag of Tostitos and a jar of salsa, then I headed up to The Rite Spot On The Roof to continue my journey to pain-free drunkenness.

The view from my perch at The Rite Spot

I fired up the speaker and played a Spotify country music playlist that seemed to suit my mood. Soon enough, I was singing along between sips (gulps?) of brew. One of them was a well-timed George Strait song:

I knew the stakes were high right from the start.
When she dealt the cards, I bet my heart.
Now I just found a game that I can’t play,
And this is where the cowboy rides away.

And my heart is sinking like the setting sun,
Setting on the things I wish I’d done.
It’s time to say goodbye to yesterday.
This is where the cowboy rides away.
We’ve been in and out of love and in-between.
And now we play the final showdown scene.
As the credits roll a sad song starts to play,
And this is where the cowboy rides away.

And my heart is sinking like a setting sun,
Setting on the things I wish I’d done.
Oh the last goodbye’s the hardest one to say,
And this is where the cowboy rides away.

I didn’t have a microphone, so I’m sure the neighbors didn’t suffer any auditory harm.

The sun was gone, but I continued drinking (and singing) alone in the dark. I lost track of the time, but it must have been around eight or so when Swan appeared on the roof and escorted me down the stairs. Of course, inebriation is inconsistent with diplomacy, but we did engage in detente, putting our issues aside for the time being and getting some much-needed peace in sleep.

Today is a new day and a new start. Hopefully, lessons have been learned, and we will be stronger together as a result. We are taking an overnight trip to Pundaquit this afternoon, and I think the getaway will be good for us. As an added bonus, I’ll have something new to blog about!

Stupid is as stupid does

Facebook memories took me back thirteen years to my previous life as a loving grandfather:

Alex and Gracyn were regular visitors to the comfortable little house I bought in anticipation of sharing a life together with Jee Yeun. Boy, was I in for a surprise!
My daughter sent me this picture of them today. They’ve done grownup without me.
Gracyn is graduating high school and has received several scholarship offers. She’s chosen to stay close to home and attend the University of South Carolina. Congratulations, and good luck!

Six years ago, I shopped at the base commissary for the last time.

Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone…

Ready to Quora Q&A?

Q: When did you start to feel like the “old person” at bars?

A: When I moved from Seoul to Pyeongtaek, Korea. Seoul is, of course, a huge city filled with expats from all walks of life. We tended to hang out in the same bars in Itaewon, and I fit right in. When I moved with my job down south, my fellow bar patrons were all young soldiers from the American Army base nearby. I felt like the old person in the bars because I WAS the oldest person there.

Now that I’ve retired and moved to the Philippines, most of my fellow expats are also old retirees. I fit right in! The girls assure me that I am gwapo (handsome) and that age is just a number. Life is grand!

When these young guys from the Navy supply ships are in town, they really stand out in our old folks community. The girls seem to love having them around though, especially because they usually big spenders.

And now for some humor:

When you need a log for the fire…
Wipe that grin off your face!

Alright, I’m looking forward to my getaway to the Hidaway. Yep, that’s the name of the resort I’m trying for the first time. Not HIDEaway, this one is Hidaway. Looking forward to a new experience staying in a Nipa hut. Here’s the picture of my room they sent me:

I’ve fantasized about living in a hut like this. Should be a nice adventure!

I’ll update you on how it goes here tomorrow.

Another song I sang to myself last night

Tuesday again

In some ways, it was just another day, but then again, aren’t they all? I’m a man of routines, and my Tuesday routines are what they are–grocery shopping and some time out on Baloy Beach. I did spice things up with a morning visit to my dentist’s office. I had made the appointment two weeks ago when I was experiencing a toothache, but that went away in a couple of days thanks to the dental analgesic Dr. Jo prescribed. Still, the appointment was for a cleaning and examination, and it was good to see Dr. Barrera again. I’ll be back in two weeks because two of my fillings are cracked and must be replaced. It also appears I grind my teeth when I sleep, but I’m not keen on being fitted with a mouthpiece. We’ll see.

I paid too much for groceries again, then headed home for my daily routines like napping, blogging, and waiting for beer o’clock to roll around. I got a later start than usual because of an issue in the kitchen. I was baking a batch of blueberry muffins for the girls on the Kokomo floating bar, and when the timer chimed, I was distressed to discover that the oven had inexplicably shut off early in the baking cycle. So, I fired it up again, reset the timer, and waited for the muffins to finish their journey to browning. I had to put them in a plastic container instead of baggies because I didn’t want to wait for them to cool down. And here’s the kicker: Only a couple of the girls were interested in partaking in the treats I had made. I guess I shouldn’t care since it’s the thought that counts. But my thinking is that I won’t be baking for them in the future. Oh, well. The raft drivers took two each, so they were happy at least.

My fellow traveler on the floater
The only other customers were fishing. Never saw him get a bite.
Bored bargirls milling about. At least they weren’t hungry.
The view from my stool
The water was rough again, with waves occasionally splashing up on deck.
And then the sun did it’s disappearing act
Downward bound
Bye for now
It was a pretty boring floater experience this week and we caught the raft back to the beach.
We had one drink at McCoy’s, and then this group arrived, and the videoke machine got fired up. No, thank you!
We did our nightcap at Harley’s and enjoyed the nighttime bay view. We also ordered a calamari appetizer Swan said was the best she ever had.

A trike ride home from Baloy and some bedtime smoothies to end the day.

My nephew Joshua is an ordained minister in a Pentecostal church, although he teaches English in Korea these days. He also leans right, unlike his indoctrinated leftie brother, Justin. Anyway, he posted this today on Facebook, and it gave me a chuckle:

I’m not a believer, but this seems to make sense.

Let’s move away from politics and consider this:

I’m ascertain that I make this type of error with impunity.

One of my readers and frequent commenters lives in Thailand. Maybe he can shed some light on the validity of this meme:

I will say that based on my visits to the Land of Smiles, Thai ladyboys are the hardest to detect. And no, I never woke up next to a girl with something extra. I did share some beers with one or two in Pattaya, though. You can read all about it here.

Alright, let’s get that taste out of our mouth with a Quora Q&A:

Q: What is the biggest culture shock you have ever faced?

A: It’s a tie between when I moved from Arizona to Arkansas and leaving the USA to live in South Korea. Same types of issues—language barriers and the locals looking upon me with suspicion. I never did get used to collard greens and black-eyed peas, but grilled Korean meats are still a favorite for me.

In both cases, things turned out great. Once folks figured out I was all right, I was welcomed and embraced. I married a Southern gal and a Korean woman—not at the same time, of course!

I honestly have no regrets about the moves that changed my life.

To the humor then:

Interestingly, Swan said I was talking in my sleep last night. Something about a girl named “Mary.” I denied any such knowledge, but she said, “Isn’t that the 18-year-old you dated?” Oh. I forgot about her. *ahem*
Ouch! That burn is gonna leave a mark.
Sounds good to me!

That’s all for today. Back with more drivel tomorrow!

A Hare-owing experience

I owe my fellow Hares a debt of gratitude for what proved to be a popular trail. Even the hard-liners expressed appreciation. It was another hot day, so I don’t think anyone missed the long and hard uphills yesterday. The most common comment was it was something different–most of the trail hasn’t been Hashed recently. The Hasher I respect the most, Leech My Nuggets, was the first to finish after running almost all of the way, simply said, “good trail!” when he arrived at the On-Home. That’s quite the compliment coming from someone who is notorious as a Hare for his insanely difficult trails. I was also pleased that everyone found their way without much difficulty. A well-marked trail is always my priority. A good day for the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers!

Here are some photos showing the way we rolled (most of these are courtesy of Pubic Head):

Gathering at the start meetup location on Philseco Road
On-On for run #1599 of the Subic Bay Hash
I walked part of the trail yesterday, but avoided the first 2K with the hill climb. I was very surprised to see Leech My Nuggets and Tiny Cunt Fucker catch up to me so soon. They ran almost the entire 8K trail in the heat. They finished in something like sixty-eight minutes. Impressive!
My favorite section of the trail
Rollin’ on the river
Here comes the Gasman
In the back alleys of Calapadayan
Street life
A walk among the dead
And On-Home at the One Three Resort
Some well-earned beers
Circle up!
It’s been a while since I’ve seen the Confederate battle flag flapping in the breeze
Sun
No sun
The trail we laid

Here are the stats I achieved on Sunday when we marked the trail.

Those Zone Minutes are a new record and made me feel as tired as I remember ever being on a hike.

This news article says the record-breaking heat wave is supposed to last until the middle of May. One commenter on the Hash Facebook page criticized us for risking heat strokes. Well, we Hash each week rain or shine, even when the shine is painful.

An interesting stroll (for me anyway) down memory lane today:

Nineteen years ago (wow! Time really does fly), I found my first bar home in Itaewon at a joint called Sweet Caroline’s. These three sisters ran the place. The girl on the right, Mi Soon, was my first physical encounter with a Korean gal. I hope she is doing well these days.
Eight years ago, I was just beginning my walkaholic lifestyle. Climbing the steps to Seoul Tower on Namsan was one of my regular treks.
A smoggy (yellow dust?) view of the city below
I didn’t recall having seen the sign before it came up in my Facebook memories feed today. I certainly wasn’t getting much head back in those days.
Six years ago, I was out and about in the bars of Anjeong-ri. I wish I had allowed myself to enjoy those days.
Four years ago, I was waiting in a queue for my turn to go grocery shopping during the crazy days of the scamdemic.

What a life! But hopefully, there are a lot more memories to come.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: What can you say about the Philippines?

A: The Philippines is a land of contradictions and illogic. That’s actually part of the charm. Things are done differently here, and you can accept that and be happy or rage about it and be frustrated. It won’t change either way.

Here’s an example from last night. They’ve recently built an extra lane on the National Highway going through town. People are still parking in what used to be the shoulder of the road, negating whatever benefit the extra lane provided in easing traffic congestion. So, the local barangay officials took action by setting up “no parking” signs up and down the highway:

Of course, they placed them in the middle of the lane, so people still can’t use the roadway as intended. I actually laughed out loud when I saw this.

And that’s the way it is here sometimes. I am happy to be having the time of my life in the Philippines. It was an adjustment, but I’m getting there. My ex-girlfriend gave me a piece of valuable advice whenever I’d grow frustrated. She told me: “Take a deep breath. Relax. Accept the Filipino way.” It’s become my mantra and it works pretty well most of the time.

One of my more popular Quora answers with almost four thousand views.

Alright, I forget sometimes what funny memes I’ve used, but I’m fairly certain I’ve never posted these before:

Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder
There are always consequences
I don’t generally enjoy the cat memes much, but this one was pretty good.

And that’s all I’ve got for today. Thanks for stopping by!

And now I’m running dry

The heat wave continues. It was 45 last week, and I thought that was a killer. Little did I know Mother Nature was just warming up…

Yesterday morning, my fellow Hares (Pubic Head and Buddy Fucker) and I marked today’s Hash trail. It’s about 8K with one moderately easy hill climb, but damn, I don’t recall ever being as tired as I was when we finished. The heat really does suck you dry. I usually drink half a bottle of water (or less) during a hike, but yesterday I finished two. It’s every bit as hot today, maybe hotter (I was dripping wet after the morning dog walk) so I hope my fellow Hashers take care on the trail. We didn’t build in a short version, but today, I will walk the portion after the hill and invite any folks inclined to shortcut to join me.

I saw this graffiti on our trail and thought it was an excellent definition of “HOPE.”
My fellow Hares doing their magic
Chalk marks on the tree with an arrow and a 99 (this is run #1599)
A cookie delivery along the way
I take pride in a well-marked trail. Hopefully, no one gets lost today.
A scenic view from our trail
And then these two guys walked by with their cocks out.
The long and straight of it
As hot as it was, this felt like a bridge too far.
The watering hole. Or an algae farm. One of those.
A nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.
A dicey bridge crossing
And another
And another one bites the dust. I’ll always pause at these funeral banners to check the age at the time of passing. Disconcertingly, as in this case, more than half are younger than me.
We finally arrived at the On-Home venue, the One Three Resort. It was good to rehydrate with something other than water.
The view from our perch at the bar
All three of us enjoyed the Monte Cristo sandwich for our hard-earned lunch.
Today’s Hash will start with a Jeepney ride to the far side of Subic and then a hot walk back to the On-Home.

I took a nap when I got home, did my blogging duty, then showered up and headed out for the feeding at Hideaway.

Enjoy your meal, girls.

And in keeping with my custom, after Hideaway I hit the beach.

A good place to be on a hot day
Awaiting my ride to the floating bar. Swan joined me there.
The sun hid behind those clouds, so there was not much of a sunset to see yesterday.

Once again, the bay waters were very choppy, and the floater was really rocking. Swan and I were both feeling a tad queasy by the time we left. One group boarded and then left almost immediately because it was so rough. In just a few more weeks, the floating bars will be put in storage for the stormy season. I’ll need to find a new Sunday evening diversion. I’m thinking I’ll make it dinner at John’s night. We’ll see.

We had our nightcap at It Doesn’t Matter, but it was pretty boring, so we headed home even earlier than normal. I’m just glad to be alive.

Speaking of which, the diarrhea issue has moderated somewhat–from pure liquid to liquid with chunks. Also, I have regained the ability to fart without leakage. Swan had the can of air freshener working hard last night. So, now I need to figure out what’s up with this:

There is some weird, itchy rash on my back. I wonder if it is heat related?

Facebook memories says that six years ago I was having a swell time at Shenanigans in Itaewon:

What’s not to like? Sadly, the gal directly behind me, Sohee, took her own life a couple of years later. Still makes me sad to think about.

To the Quora Q&A then:

Q: How do I deal with my boyfriend not being able to keep a job? He has been fired from all 4 jobs he has had, 2 of which I got for him. He has also lied to me about being fired every time.

A: Have you considered getting a new boyfriend?

Yep, the old answer a question with a question routine.

A couple of funnies before I go:

Do bears shit in the woods?
I’m going to need to mediate on that one.

So, it’s time to get myself together for the journey back to the Hash trail starting point to offer some words of wisdom to the Hashers and guide the shortcutters to their trail. I’ll let you know how it all goes tomorrow.

Liquidated

I’ve had diarrhea for three days now. Everything was coming out liquid, and I was up every hour or so last night to relieve myself. I had some leakage once during my sleep, but otherwise, there have been no accidents. Farting is not an option, however. Swan got me some meds this morning from the pharmacy, and I’ve been fasting to deny my dysfunctional digestive system any materials to work with. Hopefully, this will pass soon.

We did an abbreviated 5K candy walk yesterday morning until the candy ran out. Swan is becoming famous in the neighborhoods we visit.

Beauty and the beast
Swan and the mountain
In the “it’s a small world” category, we ran into one of the Green Room gals we bought drinks for at the SOB.
The lonely path leading to some of our regular customers
Here they come!
And some more smiling faces
And the last group of the day
Short but sweet

Swan was still feeling a bit hungover from the heavy drinking at the SOB, so I was on my own last night. I started with a visit to Cheap Charlies. Saw some Hash buddies and watched the sun go down.

An enjoyable visit

Had an SOB coupon (buy a lady drink, get two free local drinks) so I decided to visit Alaska Club to expend it. It was a pleasant visit there as well. I did my nightcap at Wet Spot and chatted with owner Daddy Dave about my SOB judging fuckup. I told him that if my overlook of Voodoo cost them a first-place finish, I wanted to compensate the girls for their loss. He went to his office and got the results. Upon review, my voting for Voodoo (I had them ranked third) would not have changed the outcome. That was a relief.

I went home on schedule, then off to bed for a sleep-interrupted night while I peed out of my ass. I’ll be glad to put that, ahem, behind me.

There was another fire at the Kalaklan hillside cemetery yesterday:

A friend posted this photo of another wildfire burning out of control on Facebook. ‘Tis the season, I suppose.

Facebook memories included my farewell to Korea party.

In many ways, 2005-2018 were the best years of my life. I’ll always treasure the friends and adventures I experienced there.
It was also six years ago that I took Kevin Kim on a hike up Namsan to the Seoul Tower. As I recall, it kicked his ass!

In the Quora Q&A category, I have this:

Q: Where is the most British town in the USA?

A: London, Kentucky. I’ve actually been there. I told my friends I was going to London for the weekend. They were so jealous. It takes a while to get used to the accents there, though, y’all.

That answer got over four thousand views for some reason. What I remember most about London, KY was that it was in a dry county…so no beer for me on that trip.

You want humor? I’ve got some humor for you:

Would that help my diarrhea?
I recall my first prostate exam. It was halfway through before I realized the doctor had both hands on my shoulders…
Stupid is as stupid does.

I’m one of the Hares tomorrow, and we marked the trail this morning. An 8K ass-kicker, compounded by this fuckin’ heat wave. So, we’ll see how the Hashers like it.

Wet with sweat

And it was an SOB. That pretty much captures the way of my day.

I started things off with the Friday group hike. I selected our route, which included one modest mandatory climb and an optional visit to the top of Black Rock. I had in mind a long valley walk at the end, but in a concession to the heat, we took a shortcut that shaved a kilometer or two off our intended path.

And we are off!
Right up our alley
A Matain village
Not to heaven, but close enough
Still climbing
Almost there
Life at the top
A shady spot somewhere
A peaceful place
Dispensing sweetness
The view from Black Rock. Half the group chose that route.
Black Rock from below.
A zoom shot of those other guys
Our group is reunited
Through the wide-open spaces
And into the dead space
The view of Easter Mountain from here
Your weary blogger marches homeward

It was just under 8K for me, and I was soaked. I’ll be just as wet come the rainy season, but I’ll be a lot cooler. Hurry your ass up, Mother Nature!

The days are hot and humid, which also creates hazy skies. This view from my patio reflects that:

Yeah, even on a bad day I am blessed.

Then it was time to head into town for the Sons of Baccus dance competition at the Green Room. I went early to get good seats, and Swan joined me just before the show started.

Don’t judge me, but I consented to be a judge again.

I liked the Whiskey Girl performance the best, with Green Room a close second.

Oh shit. I just now noticed that I fucked up. Voodoo should have been third on my list. Damn, must have been the beer’s fault.
Whiskey Girl dancers I liked best
The home team from Green Room
And Voodoo the team I forgot to list on my scoresheet.

I’m usually in sync with the other judges, and I understand that the home team usually has an advantage (the home team has won the past four weeks in a row). Last night, the final tally came out like this:

1st Place: Green Room

2nd Place: Voodoo

3rd Place: Whiskey Girl

4th Place: Alaska

So, I don’t know if I fucked Voodoo out of first by not listing them at all on my ballot or not. I feel shitty about it either way, and I will punish myself by declining to judge in the future. Sorry about that, girls.

We went home directly after the show having had too much of a good thing already.

Where did Facebook take me on the stroll down memory lane today?

Eleven years ago, I had a nifty little house bought and paid for in Columbia, South Carolina. This was the space I set up for darts. Damn, I was living my dream back then, and I thought it would last a lifetime. It didn’t.
Ten years ago, I enjoyed a meal with Kevin Kim in Itaewon.
And then coffee and a chat. Good times!

Let’s get the Quora Q&A bullshit out of the way:

Q: How did your husband react when you told him you were pregnant?

A: Well, I can’t pass up the opportunity to tell my story. I was not married to her at the time, but we did eventually marry.

So, I was 19, and she was 17. We had been dating for a while. I had just gotten a German Shepherd puppy. Anyway, I picked her up from work, and while we were still in the parking lot, she told me the news: I’m pregnant.

I responded like any rational man would do: Damn it! If I knew you were going to get pregnant I wouldn’t have got the dog!

All’s well that ends well. I got to experience the joy of raising my sweet daughter. And I kept the dog, too!

And that was what led to marriage #1. It lasted six years before she said, “I don’t want to be a wife and a mother anymore.” So, my journey as a single father with sole custody of my two kids began. Until I found wife #2. But that’s another story for another day.

Today’s humor is a little more nasty than usual. You’ve been warned!

Yeah, I’ve helped gals like her pay the bills. Mutually taking care of our needs.
Shit happens
I’m kind of an ass man. (Geez, a comma after ass would change the meaning entirely.)

I’ll tell y’all about today, tomorrow. Y’all come back now, hear?

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Meandering

Another Wednesday, another hike with the Wednesday Walkers group. This time, we climbed halfway to the top of Kalaklan Ridge and then walked a path that meandered across the side of the mountain. It looked like this:

It was hot again which makes everything harder, but a nice trail nonetheless.
The group met up at Barretto High School on Rizal Extension
Off we go
And up we go
Fat guys finish last
A woodsy walk
Hopping over the barbed wire
Hillside dwellers like cookies too
The view from here
On a charred path
Burn, baby, burn!
Entering another enclave
This carabao seems to be at the end of his rope
Scott found a trail we hadn’t used for years–that’s always nice.
Heading back down
End of hike liquid refreshments at Roadhouse.

Swan had family time in the afternoon, and I headed out to Sloppy Joe’s at beer o’clock. Swan joined me there later.

Always a good time hanging out with these guys. They even laugh at my jokes!

Swan and I did our nightcap at the Green Room, then we ordered Sit-n-Bull takeout and headed home. And so ended another day in the life.

Another scamdemic memory via Facebook:

Did we learn our lesson? I expect we’ll find out soon enough.

Speaking of memories, I came upon an old post of mine remembering my early days as a tourist in the PI. Maybe my best day ever was in 2008 at an impromptu pool party with the girls from the old Alaska bar in Angeles City. Give it a look if you are so inclined.

Maybe I should get a new hat?

The sentiment fits

Scott (Pubic Head) posted cartoon-like versions of all the female Hashers. Here’s an example:

That’s Inday, my part-time helper who lives in my basement. Since having her baby, she’s no longer active in the Hash.

There’s a joint US-Philippines military exercise taking place and I hear we have quite a few American marines domiciled on SBMA. I figured they would put Barretto off-limits, but I’m told some have been spotted around town this week. This cartoon seems to be appropriate to the situation:

Have fun guys, and thank you for your service.

Let’s get today’s Quora Q&A out of the way:

Q: As gratitude for essential workers, if the federal government gave every American a $26 dollar raise, raised the minimum wage to $26/hour, greatly strengthen labor laws, banned stock buybacks, broke up oligopolies, what would the USA look like?

A: Venezuela.

Four more years of Biden, and we’ll be there.

Ready for some cringe?

A finger in her pie
It’s not the meat, it’s the motion.
You can say that again!

Today is the one-year anniversary of the passing of Swan’s former love, Alan. There is going to be a rooftop gathering/remembrance for him up at The Rite Spot On The Roof this afternoon. I’m attending at Swan’s request. There will be food and beer, so I should be happy. Tell you all about it tomorrow.

This is the song I’d like played in my memory when I’m gone.