Almost home

Well, I guess you could say I’m feeling a little week today.

That’s right, in a mere seven days I’ll be boarding a plane and flying off to find a new, and hopefully better, life in the Philippines. Despite numerous visits there as a tourist I’m not sure what to expect as a full-time resident. The adventure I suppose will be in finding out what happens next.

I’ve pretty much come to terms with the idea of going it alone, at least to start. I’m resolved to not actively look for a girlfriend/companion. If “the one” for me is out there, she’ll find me. I’m just going to let nature take its course. It seems more practical anyway to allow things to occur in the natural fashion, like being introduced by mutual friends or maybe encountering each other at an event of common interest (the Hash, darts, etc.). Yeah, I’m a lonely guy and that makes me vulnerable. I need to toughen my ass (and heart) up and accept things as they are, rather than settle for something that may (or may not) be better than nothing.

I’ve not been real busy at work (shuddup!) which has given me time to peruse expat blogs and webpages about adapting to life in the Philippines. Picking up some good tips here and there which may help me avoid learning by making mistakes. One thing is clear, how well you adjust and how happy you are in the Philippines really comes down to your own attitude. I’m not known for my patience and I know going in I’m going to have to lower my expectations about certain aspects of life in the PI, and accept that things will not always go as I hope and desire them to be. For the expats that acknowledge the realities of life in a third world country and who recognize that the overall good aspects of life outweigh the bad, happiness awaits. For those who bitch, moan and complain about inconveniences and disappointments, well the best course is to get the fuck out and go home. I will endeavor mightily to be amongst the former.

One blog I read particularly resonated with me. In a post called “Finding your own path”, Reekay (a six year resident) wrote:

Which brings me to the point of ‘finding your own path’. I have said so many times to so many people, “The Philippines has been fantastic for me… but it’s not for everyone.” I stand by that. For me, the Philippines awakens all my senses afresh. My mind is alive and in full gear all over again, just like when I was a kid. Something new is around every corner. Food is different. People are different. The very air is different. Is it altogether ‘better’ than my life in the USA? In some ways, yes and in some ways, absolutely not. Going from a 1st-world country into a country that boasts not only some of the most beautiful and accessible topical landscapes, but also no shortage of poverty and distress is a change that not everyone can handle in stride.

I’ve mentioned before that this is one reason those of us Expats who run into each other on the streets or online in the Philippines have a common sense of respect for each other. It takes a certain type of adventurous spirit to not only endure the new environs and distance from ‘home’… but to thrive and truly enjoy a whole other culture to the fullest. That commonality of spirit gives us a certain bond of friendship that has nothing in common with those expats who arrive and simply complain of their plight here. We distance ourselves from those who made the move, but never accepted the culture of the new surroundings. We are adventurous and revel in our new surroundings. ‘They’ arrived only to live in frustration at their own displeasure of inconvenience. Our only statement to them is, “If you don’t like it, leave.”

What I have spent many hours in front of a bonfire in the province alone pondering is my resolve to be content in pursuing my own path. I truly wish I could have found the ‘one path’ that would make others as happy as I am with my own life. But there is no ‘one’ path. I see poverty in the USA and I see it in the Philippines. Despite a few dollars here and there to random people in need I encounter, I have no solution. I can’t sit down for a moment and say to one of the beggars, “Just do ‘this’ and ‘this’ and all will be well, my friend.” I have no such solution. I see sorrowful marriages or relationships and over the years I’ve tried to offer the best counsel I could to avert or stop the pain involved. Some people listen, some don’t. Each person has to determine for themselves the path they will take. I offer to point out a fork in the road; this way leads to more of the same misery.. this other way leads to a freedom from the situation. That is the best I can do. It is the new mantra that I hear myself saying now that I have been in-country for 16 months and it is this; “Everyone must find their own path.”

I suppose this is the tight-rope that must be navigated in a poor country when you are the ‘rich’ foreigner transplanted for the duration. Figuring out when, where and to whom some level of compassion or assistance is to be given to others. In a land where there is much desperation, there is much abuse of kind-hearted foreigners trying to navigate those waters. Countless are the expat stories of being lied to and defrauded of money by those who take the deceitful shortcut to survival. I do what I can to give warnings and how to avoid such situations, but again I’m reminded that each one must find their own path. Some must learn the hard way that trust cannot be given so quickly. Discernment as to when and to whom to give compassion or assistance is not something that can be bottled and dispersed like a tonic. Despite whatever good advice anyone may come across.. time and experience is what it boils down to.

I am happy with the path I’ve chosen. I wish I could do more for others but, the reality is I can only do so much. And maybe that’s okay. Few men ever change the whole world in a positive way. Perhaps making positive change to the few within our circle of influence is all we can really expect of ourselves.

That last paragraph is what I aspire to do…making my little corner of the world just a little bit better because of my presence there.

So, in my readings lots of writers point out how inexpensive it is to hire someone to make your life simple and worry free, touting that as one of the big benefits of living in the Philippines. Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve been there and done that. But, as many have pointed out, what I really did was try to purchase a relationship, and that effort was bound to fail. Lesson learned. Still, I would consider hiring a “helper” that could assist me in navigating the culture and in general just make my life as easy as possible. Obviously, this time around I would employ a person I’m not attracted to and keep everything strictly professional and platonic. We’ll see.

Before I can pursue that option I’ll need to find a house in which to live that would accommodate a live-in helper. I know the neighborhood I want (Alta Vista) but I’ve got to be on the ground to find an available rental.

This is the view I want to wake up to each morning:

If my Spanish is right, “Alta Vista” means “high view”. Works for me!

And this would be my dream house to wake up in:

I just have to be patient and look until I find just what I want. That’s why I plan to do a short term lease on a small apartelle while I walk the neighborhoods looking for home.

The search begins next week!

I saw my life this morning
Lying at the bottom of a drawer
All this stuff I’m saving
God knows what this junk is for
And whatever I believed in
This is all I have to show
What the hell were all reasons
For holding on for such dear life
Here’s where I let go

I’m not running
I’m not hiding
I’m not reaching
I’m just resting in the arms of the great wide open
Gonna pull my soul in
And I’m almost home

Social security

I have kleptomania. But when it gets bad, I take something for it

The reaction of many (especially Koreans) when they hear about my forthcoming move to the Philippines is along the lines of “oh, but isn’t it dangerous there?” This can perhaps be attributed to the fact that anytime a Korean comes to a bad end in the PI it is headline news here. But the fact is that relatively speaking, the Philippines is just about as safe as anywhere you might choose to live. I’d certainly feel safer in Olongapo than I would in Chicago, Baltimore or L.A.

Which is not to say that there is not a certain “wild west” feel to place. The key to safety and security is to be situationally aware and to not take unnecessary risks. In other words, don’t do stupid shit. Foreigners do stand out in a crowd and are considered by many Filipinos to be wealthy, which relatively speaking, many of us are. So you don’t flaunt that wealth with ostentatious displays of fancy jewelry or other temptations for someone criminally inclined who is looking for an easy mark. I normally do not carry a wallet when I’m out and about as pickpockets can separate you from that with relative ease. I tend to carry only the amount of cash I will need for a particular outing, and I keep the large and small bills in separate pockets, usually closed with Velcro tabs.

I just purchased some security supplies from Amazon, including this “wear around your neck” wallet like thing. Doubt I’ll use it all the time, but there will be occasions where it might prove useful.

And check out this new brush. I can stash some cold cash inside where it will be handy but still out of sight from anyone with sticky fingers who might enter my lodging…

The other thing to keep in mind is to not piss off a local or cause them to lose face. That’s a big thing to a Filipino and given that it is relatively cheap to hire a hit (around $100 dollars, or so I’ve been told) and that many folks own guns (a right denied to foreigners) it just isn’t wise to get into disputes with the natives. I have every intention to keep a low profile, be friendly, and wear a smile whether I’m feeling it or not. Patience isn’t my virtue, but I will strive mightily to “take a deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way” whenever I find myself in frustrating circumstances.

To keep my luggage secure during my travels I have these fine new “TSA approved” locks. There have been recent reports of bags being rifled at some PI airports, so at least this will keep me from being an easy target. Not that I’ll have much of value inside my checked bags, but still…

The other thing that is different from my previous vacation trips is that I’ll be carrying a much more significant amount of cash. This is necessary because I won’t be able to open a Philippines bank account right away and I’m going to have some largish expenditures during that first month, assuming I find a suitable house to rent. Once I secure my visa I should be able to transfer funds from the USA to my PI bank account without too much trouble. Still, carrying a wad of cash increases the risk factor so I’ll need to be doubly on my guard. For example, a Facebook “friend” I’ve not yet met in person suggested I use her neighbor for my transport from Manila airport to Olongapo. At first I thought, sure why not?. Then I pictured myself never arriving in Olongapo, so I opted for the hotel shuttle driver I’ve used in the past. Once I’m there I’ll certainly look at hiring her friend as my driver (I’ll use a driver a couple of times a week for shopping excursions and the like). But I’ll want to meet him in person first.

So much for security, let’s look at my social life.

Joey and Sonya treated me to a fine farewell dinner at Braii Republic, a South African eatery here in town.

My team at work thought an afternoon outing to a nearby Catholic church was a good idea.

So off we went and the church grounds were in fact quite lovely…

Team DHRM rocks!

Then we all had dinner at a country style Korean restaurant featuring the traditional pancake…

….and fried gizzards. It was surprisingly tasty!

Last night I enjoyed a dinner invite from one of my Korean staff, Mr. So. He’s been with USFK for 48 years and last night was the final time we’ll be together (he’s going on leave and I’ll be gone when he comes back).

Mrs. So put out quite a spread. Actually, some of the best eating I’ve ever done in Korea. Very nice evening.

And now I’m off to Seoul for the final round of my farewell tour.

14 days.

I’ve got a name

Sorry for the lack of posting, let’s catch up! Things continue apace as I transit the transitory process. I’ve even acquired a new moniker to carry with me in my new life in the Philippines. More on that later in this post.

Meanwhile, here in the real world (or at least the world in which I physically live) I’m making the best of it while it lasts.

Enjoyed me a lunch featuring crab legs at the Provider Grill DFAC with my counterparts from the Eighth Army G1.

After work on Friday I got stuck on base because of a lockdown. Apparently there was an active shooter (or more likely an active shooter drill). I waited around the walk-in gate as long as I could, but nature called so I hoofed it across the street to the Flightline restaurant. They were locked up, but let me in so I could “shelter in place”. They had a restroom and cold beer, so I waited it out in comfort until the all clear was sounded.

And I finally reached a decision in the one bag or two dilemma.

Better to have too much than not enough, right?

Having the second suitcase gave me the confidence to fill it with things that may be hard to find or expensive in my new homeland. It was raining Saturday morning which gave me the perfect excuse to go shopping at the PX. I surprised myself by spending over $500 during my spree. I bought a few more shirts and shorts appropriate for the tropics. I also picked up two large bottles of my favorite cologne (Armani Mania). I went ahead and splurged on a brand new Fitbit, figuring I’d want a backup handy should the one I’m wearing fail.

And these shoes. The most comfortable shoes I’ve ever owned and probably the most expensive ($116). They have some cushioning effect that feels like you have little springs on your feet. Disconcerting at first, but I like it now!

The rain let up some in the afternoon, and I needed to get my steps in so off I went.

A blooming orchard I encountered along the way.


And even after being here almost one year (my lease expires on the day I fly out) this sign still cracks me up.

I’ve been trying to get back into darts as that will be one of my pastimes after I make the move. Still can’t seem to find the motivation to practice, but I’m back at it on Saturday nights at IDK bar.

I drew Ben as my partner. We have some history. First met him in Columbia, SC when he was stationed at Fort Jackson. A year later he moved on to Syracuse, NY. At his farewell I mentioned that maybe we’d meet again in Korea someday. His wife said NO WAY I’m going to Korea. So I took some satisfaction while attending Ben’s assumption of command ceremony on Yongsan a couple of years ago, asking Leah “what are you doing in Korea?”

Ben and I played on the “What the Bulls” championship team my last season in Seoul. He moved down to Humphreys this fall, but we’ve never drawn up as partners until last Saturday. We were both off our game though and had to settle for a second place finish. Great fun throwing with him again though!

And now I hope you’ll indulge me while I play the role of proud grandfather.

Gracyn did her second horse show and seems to have both a natural talent and a love for the sport.


Took first place in two events and that smile says it all.

Sunday morning was nice, so I decided to make the long trek to Pyeongtaek city and back (3.5 hours).

As is my custom, I took the riverside bike path…

Pyeongtaek awaits. As usual, I peed at the train station, walked through the glass house red light district, then headed on home.

I was walking on a carpet of blossoms.

Sunday afternoon I joined up with the Humphreys Hangover Hash House Harriers for the day’s event. It actually turned out to be a pretty challenging trail.

First time the Hare (Shamu Shagger), the person marking the trail, took us this far afield. A rice field as it were.

It was a smallish turnout (three hashers plus the Hare) but we really covered some territory, including down by the riverside.


It made for a long day!

It was also my 5th Hash and that meant I would be given my official Hash name.

Young Dum Cum is my Hash father, having selected my Hash name.

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m still learning the Hash rituals (I’m getting much better at following the trails though!), so half the time I don’t know what’s going on. The naming ritual was pretty intense, as I was grilled with probing questions for quite awhile as they searched for nuggets of information that would lead to an appropriate Hash name.

Now, Hash names are rarely PC or appropriate in polite company. Flim Flam, Blow My Pipe, Bum Burglar, Leech My Nuggets are examples of my soon to be fellow Hashers in the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers kennel. So I was a little nervous about what they might come up with for me. After about twenty minutes of deliberation over my interview answers I was called back to the circle and awarded the Hash name I will carry with me throughout the world. After drinking beer from the traditional dog bowl I was introduced as:

Cum Together.

I’ve already ordered my Hash jersey with my name on the back.

Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I got a name, I got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I’m living the dream that he kept hid
Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by

A profound thought

“If you are willing to settle for less, less will be your destiny.”

Well, that’s as profound as it gets for me anyway.

Over the past few days in the course of conversation with a couple of different friends the concept of destiny reared its ugly head. As usual, the context was “well, that didn’t turn out the way I hoped, but it must be destiny.” Of course, destiny is the twin sister of “God’s will”. Well, I ain’t buying it.

I recall my final appearance in Sunday School at the First Baptist Church in Columbia, South Carolina. The lesson that day was about how God had granted mankind “free will”. At the conclusion of class there was an announcement that there would be a march to the statehouse in support of more restrictive abortion laws. I was sincerely confused and so I raised my hand and asked “if God has given us free will, why would you want to pass a law taking that away?” I was met with a blank stare and after a few seconds was told “it’s a matter of faith”. I took it on faith that there was no point in my returning.

The point is that if we have free will to make decisions in life there can be no outcome that is our destiny. If what happens in our life is preordained, it wouldn’t matter what road or course of action we decided to take, we’d always wind up in the same place. Bullshit.

The things that happen to us in life, good and bad, are not “destiny” they are the result of the choices we make. Yeah, call me Captain Obvious but I’m tired of hearing “sorry, it was just our destiny that we arrived in this fucked up place”. No, we are where we are because we chose through our deeds a course of action that led us here.

I’m taking a new path (in 28 days!) that will lead me to a different future. And as I move forward I’m very cognizant of the fact that the choices I will make along the way are critical if I am to achieve my goal of living a contented and comfortable life in the Philippines. In short, I can’t let myself fuck up again. There are many traps, pitfalls and obstacles along the road to happiness. I’ll have to be patient and cautious as I move forward and choose wisely among the options that will present themselves.

I remain confident that the love of my life is out there and that she will find me one day. It’s my destiny.

I’ve been looking for a lover
But I haven’t met her yet
She’ll be nothing like
I pictured her to be
In her eyes I will discover
Another reason why
I want to live
and make the best
of what I see.

Where the sun hits the water
And the mountains meet the sand
There’s a beach
that I walk along sometimes
And maybe there I’ll meet her
And we’ll start to say ‘hello’
And never stop to think
of any other time.

Looking’ for a love
that’s right for me
I don’t know how long
it’s going to be
But I hope I treat her kind
And don’t mess with her mind
When she starts to see
the darker side of me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFs_4N5PU28

The lasts shall be firsts

Thirty days out or one month away, take your pick. I continue the slow process of extricating myself from the bonds that bind me here.

My big dilemma of the moment is deciding whether to bring two suitcases or one. Philippines Air says I can carry 30 kilos total on the flight, every additional kilo will cost me $12.00. Decisions, decisions. On the one hand, I can just leave behind whatever might not fit. Or I could fill the second bag with stuff I could use and may not find in the PI (or that would cost a lot more). For example, I wouldn’t mind bringing a bidet with me. Plus I can buy stuff at the PX tax free. On the other hand, I’d have to struggle with two big-ass suitcases, plus my carry-on. I’ll decide sometime in the next month I reckon.

Meanwhile, I’m in the zone now where some things I do here I’m doing for the last time.

Today I got my last haircut in Korea…

It was pretty funny, the barber said I seem in much better spirits than I was the first time she saw me. She said that first day I had an expression on my face like I had just stepped in dog shit. That cracked me up! I admit I went through a grumpy phase (oh hell, maybe it is just my nature). But, having a new life to look forward to soon has indeed brightened my spirits.

Even my milk has a longer shelf life here than I do!

On thing is for sure, moving to the PI will…

…be changing me.

On the flip (no offense meant to the Filipino people) side, every last in Korea will be an opportunity for a first come May.

What else? Well it is Siblings Day in the USA. So, let me give a shoutout to my bros…

I’d be the handsome one in the middle. But you knew that, right?

I’m planning my last trip to Seoul the last weekend in April. Will stay Friday through Monday. Anyone out there want to meet up, give me a holler. Especially you, Kevin Kim.

The days like a slow train trickle by
And even the words that I write refuse to fly
All I can hear is your song haunting me
Can’t get the melody out of my head, you see
Distractions are amusing, do you know how much you’re losing
No you don’t, but I do

Holy crap!

It’s been a Good Friday so far. Took a 3 hour walk along the river to Pyeongtaek. And saw this:

Ain’t that the shits?

What else? Well, preparations for the big move continue apace. Made my reservation at the Treasure Island Resort on Baloy Beach for my first weekend in-country.

Stayed there once before for a couple of nights, but have enjoyed that bar on numerous occasions.

During the weekend I will scope out some short-term apartelles (I’m figuring 30 days) while I conduct a thorough on-the-ground reconnissance for my permanent digs.

I’ve also started doing some packing. Excited much? More and more as the move date approaches.

Ordered up 15 new vaping pen e-cigs and 15 bottles of juice. That ought to hold me until I make a planned trip back to the states in the fall. I can re-supply from there.

Monday I will visit the on-base legal office and get a Power of Attorney for my daughter to manage the mortgage affairs of our jointly owned property. I will also start the process of getting my Last Will and Testement completed. The only imminent departure I anticipate will be on May 11, but better safe than sorry, right?

Oh, and I sold my bicycle today. Shit’s gettin’ real.

Finally, I pretty much avoid political crap these days as I don’t see it adding any value to my life. Admittedly, one factor in my decision to move to the PI was my complete disgust with the bullshit taking place in my homeland of late. But sometimes you just have to take a stand. And when I saw that NETFLIX had hired the liar of Bengazi and the traitorous leaker of classified data derived from illegal spying on American citizens to its Board of Directors, I knew I had to act. Just canceled my NETFLIX account. Any company that thinks hiring a criminal like Susan Rice is a good move is not a company I will financially support. I used to watch NETFLIX to escape politics. Good bye and good riddance.

Ain’t life grand?

These days

In news from the homeland, my granddaughter Gracyn (I’ve written about her before) competed in her first big time horse show.

Gracyn will be 13 in May. WTF? I’m not old enough to have a teenage granddaughter!

All dressed up and ready to ride! Her mother was also into horsemanship at that age, so I guess the fruit didn’t fall far from the tree.

You go girl!

And there she is, the Reserve Champion. I guess that is fancy horse talk for second place. The girl definitely has some talent and grandpa is very proud of her.

In other news, I continue my preparations for the new life to come. Picked up and assembled my first balikbayan box and began to fill it up.

That box is bigger than it looks. I thought I’d need to two to pack up the meager remains of my Korea life, but I’m thinking now that one ought to do the trick.

I continue to fill the dwindling hours here in Anjeong-ri with my walking routine.

Today I observed the rare inland shipwreck.

Will the day ever come that I will miss views like this? Probably not.

And finally, my efforts have not gone unnoticed. Fitbit has awarded me the coveted Astronaut badge.

Steppin’ up baby!

I’ve also had some company on my walks recently which has been a nice change of pace. Wipe that look of surprise off your face!

Well I’ve been out walking
I don’t do that much talking these days
These days-
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to

And I had a lover
It’s so hard to risk another these days
These days-
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well it’s just that I’ve been losing so long

I’ll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
One of these days-
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don’t confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

Under a neon moon

Meanwhile in Anjeong-ri…

Hey, they are playing my song!

When the sun goes down
On my side of town
That lonesome feeling
Comes to my door
The whole world turns blue

There’s a rundown bar
Cross the railroad tracks
I’ve got a table for two
Way in the back
Where I sit alone
And think of losing you

I spend most every night
Beneath the light
Of a neon moon

If you lose your one and only
There’s always room here for
the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon

No telling how many tears
I’ve sat here and cried
Or how many lies
That I’ve lied
Telling my poor heart
She’ll come back someday
Oh, but I’ll be alright
As long as there’s light
From a neon moon

If you lose your one and only
There’s always room here for
the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon

“sometimes I think it’s a shame, when I get feeling better when I’m feeling no pain”

The look on my 21 year old face when I went back in time and tried to warn myself of the treachery that lies ahead. Hell, I wouldn’t have believed it either.

Anyway, moving on. The Philippines awaits!

I’m really looking forward to joining in the weekly excursions with the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers.

It’s on-on!

Looking down on my new hometown.

[caption id="attachment_8663" align="alignnone" width="720"] And of course the sunsets on the bay.

[caption id="attachment_8664" align="alignnone" width="960"] At least I survived the final winter of my life. Here’s what spring looks like on Camp Humphreys. There’s snowflakes in that photo if you look hard enough.

Tomorrow I’ll be hosting my team for a team building/organization day at the Daemyung Byeonsan Resort on the West Sea. It’s an overnighter and should be a lot of fun. And no, Kevin Kim, I did NOT require mandatory attendance. It’s just natural that EVERYONE (okay, with two exceptions) would want to spend quality time with the soon to be departing boss. I’m looking forward to enjoying myself with some people I truly respect and admire. Another “last time” event in my life. I’ll take lots of photos!

It’s all good and soon to be gooder. A nifty fifty days to go!

Look what I made!

So, I’ve been kinda sorta looking around for someone who might be able to redesign/update my masthead here at LTG without success. Today at, um, lunch, I got to fooling around and created this design all by my lonesome. I’m not totally pleased with the quality of the photo I used, but by golly I’m pretty damned impressed with myself for getting this far without deleting the entire blog. Trust me, I’m the original techno-peasant.

And this post also constitutes the very first in a brand new category appropriately called “Life in the Philippines”. The first of very many I hope. And since I’ve set the bar so damn low I expect future posts in this section will be astounding in comparison. Well, I don’t want to oversell, but you know what I mean.

One step closer to a new future. 57 days to go.

Juicy bars and prostitution

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I thought I’d take a break from politics and talk a little bit about a story in the Stars and Stripes on “juicy bars” being a conduit for prostitution.  The Stripes story covers the scene up in Dongducheon near Camp Casey in Area I.  I don’t have any first hand knowledge of that bar district, but GI Korea at ROKdrop offers his take here.

My perspectives are based on what I have observed in Itaewon and also what I saw during my travels to the Philippines.  I admit up front to being somewhat conflicted on the issues raised in this story.  I certainly understand and adhere to the DoD prohibitions regarding prostitution.  However, I’m not at all convinced that the “human trafficing” aspect is as widespread as this story would lead you to believe.  For me at least there is a huge difference in a woman choosing to be a prostitute as opposed to being forced to do so.  While that may sound obvious, the line can sometimes get fuzzy.  Now, I have never met anyone working in the bars in Itaewon or the Philippineswho wasn’t doing so by choice.  On the other hand, I’ve met more than a few who were working in the bars because they had no other choice.  Yes, you could choose not to work the bars but for some that means choosing not to feed your family.  Some choice, huh?

As I mentioned above my experience is limited to Itaewon.  And I think the bars like those mentioned in the Stripes article probably only exist here up on “hooker hill”.  And those are all off limits to DoD personnel and regulary patrolled by the MPs and Korean police.  I expect some soldiers break the rules of course, but I’m guessing that’s not the clientele keeping these joints in business. So, I don’t think you can fault the actions taken or otherwise blame USFK for whatever overt prostitution still taking place in Itaewon.

Before we get into my critique of the Stripes article, let’s begin with some definitions and a caveat.  A juicy bar is a bar where a young woman (degrees of attractiveness vary) will sit and keep you company as long as you are buying her drinks.  These drinks are expensive (at least W10,000 but usually W20,000 in Itaewon) and normally consists of juice and little or no alcohol.  So, you meet juicy girls in juicy bars.  Some juicy bars also provide sex for a price (either on or off premises), others do not.   I am not aware of any bar openly selling sex in addition to juice that is not on the off limits list for Itaewon. 

Which is not to say that a juicy girl in a “legit” bar won’t engage in sex, but it would be more along the lines of a personal transaction without the knowledge or participation of the bar.  I don’t know if that makes it anymore prostitution than does spending lots of money on a traditional date with a “regular” girl that ends in lovemaking.   Perhaps we all have our price in that regard.

Not all juicy bars are created equal.  Some are sleazy like those pictured in the Stripes article.  Others are quite upscale with very attractive women elegantly dressed (meaning sexy, not slutty).  I’d say there are more of the latter type in Itaewon.  Also, at most Itaewon bars and pubs the staff will gladly accept a drink offer from a customer.  Some (like Dolce Vita) charge the regular price, others charge W10,000.  I make a distinction here because these bars aren’t selling juice and generally the bargirl stays on her side of the bar.  For example, I sometimes buy the bartender a drink in lieu of a tip.

The caveat is that I’m no expert in that I rarely visit “juicy bars”, usually only in a “boys night out” setting, and I never buy W20,000 drinks which puts me in the unpopular “cheap Charlie” category.  So, since I won’t pop for an expensive drink it is unlikely that I would be solicited for anything more pricey on the “menu” if you get my meaning.  Having said that, I have lived here almost 5 years and have friends and acquaintences more well versed in the juicy scene than I, so I also speak with the benefit of that vicarious experience.

Ok then, on to the article:

Prostitution and indentured servitude are everyday realities at many of these popular hangouts for American soldiers, according to past and present bar girls, many of whom were enticed from the Philippines to work in the South Korean bars with false promises that they could earn legitimate incomes as singers and entertainers.

“If you don’t sell a lot of drinks, [the bar owners] are going to push you to go out with a customer to make money,” said Jenny, a former bar girl who asked not to be fully identified. “I was shocked the first night I worked there.”

Ok, well at least in Itaewon all the legit juicy bars I’ve seen (not off limits) employ Koreans.  The only exploited Filipinas I’ve met here are the ones who came to Korea as “mail order” brides to Korean men.  I’ve heard some real horror stories about that.

Almost every Filipina I encountered in the Philippines was looking for a way out.  Many, after the briefest acquaintance, were asking me to “sponsor” them to come to Korea, no strings attached.  Of course I declined to help someone circumvent Korean immigration laws, but I question if these folks so desperate to escape the crushing poverty and hopelessness of their lives really don’t know what being an “entertainer” in Korea entails.  Again, acknowledging that there are exceptions, I don’t believe the majority of these young women are being forced into sexual slavery.

And it’s all happening right under the noses of U.S. military officials and the South Korean and Philippine governments, women’s advocacy groups assert.

“Three governments are to be blamed for their irresponsibility,” said Yu Young-nim, director of My Sister’s Place, a social service agency that helps Philippine bar girls forced into prostitution in South Korea. “The Philippine government for not working hard to create job opportunities for its poor people, the Korean government for not managing and controlling jobs [given to immigrants] and the U.S. government for neglecting its responsibility to supervise its soldiers and for not helping these victims.”

Sorry, I think that is an unfair burden to lay at the doorstep of government.  Hell, most of the “progressive” governments in Europe have thrown in the towel and legalized/regulated the prostitution industry.  I certainly don’t think that closing all juicy bars is going to solve anything.  USFK does a decent job monitoring the bars for illicit activites and places those found in violation of DoD regualtions off limits.  Korea is a soveriegn nation and is responsible for enforcing its own immigration and anti-prostitution laws.  Well, they are about as good at doing so as the USA is within its own borders.  Most of the Filipinas I know in Korea are here illegally.  And prostitution is rampant throughout Korea, not just around U.S. military bases.  Hell, it’s not even that well hidden.  You have the notorious glass houses, the double pole barber shops, and the room salons pretty much everywhere you go.  And most of these are catering to Korean men, not foreigners.

And then there is the Philippines.  Prostitution, although technically illegal,  is big business there.  And yeah, 20 years ago it was centered around the big U.S. military complexes at Clark and Subic Bay.  Guess what, those places are still thriving long after Uncle Sam departed by serving sex tourists from around the globe.  And a whole lot of those tourists are Koreans.  So here’s the thing.  If a Filipina in her desperation chooses a life of prostitution (again, it may be the only viable option, but still a choice if you will) should she sell herself for $30 in Angeles City, or 5 times that in Seoul?  To be clear, I am not saying that trafficing does not exist.  I am saying that the vast majority are choosing to use the only real asset they own (their body) to support themselves and their family.  The smart ones come to Korea (and Japan and the USA) to maximum the value of that asset.

Do I feel good about that?  No, not at all.  I spent some time in the bars in the Philippines talking with the girls.  And it was depressing as hell.  So, at first I thought these young women are being exploited.  But then I thought, if they didn’t have this they would have nothing.  It seems to me that if a man can “sell his body” doing back breaking work as a laborer, it should be a woman’s choice to utilize her body as best meets her needs and circumstances.

So, close all the juicy bars in Korea and send the girls home.  Be assured you will not be improving the circumstances of those unfortunates one iota.

U.S. military representatives say they believe most of the juicy bars stick to selling juice — and the few minutes of female companionship that each $10 glass can buy a servicemember. That is why they say they have not put all the juicy bars categorically off-limits.

“There is a constant review, all the time, of all these places,” said Charles Johnson, an action officer with the USFK working group. “A decision was made years ago that glass houses were off limits because … the thought is it is probably an unhealthy or immoral area that lends itself to prostitution. With the other establishments, it’s a case-by-case basis.”

I think that’s the right approach and all that can be reasonably expected.

Once the women secure their visas, the 300 or so promoters in South Korea who pay to import them essentially rent the women out to clubs on a monthly basis. According to a variety of sources, the women sign contracts ranging from three months to a year that entitle them to free room and board, and a salary (not including tips) ranging from about 700,000 to 900,000 won — or about $560 to $725 — per month.

Club owner Cho said their jobs “simply speaking … are to drink together and chat with the soldiers.” In exchange, soldiers are asked to buy them drinks, usually starting at $10 for a small glass of juice. The more money the soldier spends on drinks, the longer the woman sits with him, Cho said, adding that the club and the women split the juice money 50-50.

Well, you know what?  That’s pretty good wages comparitively speaking.  The bargirls in the Philippines I spoke with might make 10,000 pesos ($200) in a good month.  The girls with legit jobs, like working at the mall make half that.  And you can’t get a mall job without at least two years of college which is beyond the reach of poor families in the provinces.  Again, I have tons of empathy for these girls and the harshness of their lives, but I don’t see any real advantage to taking away the only means of a viable income.  I pay my Filipina maid $320 a month and she sends most of that home to support her family.  So, these juicy girls are doing exceptionally well, relatively speaking.

“If you do not sell enough juice, the mama-san who controls the women in the clubs, they force the women to go to the ‘bar fine,’ ” Yu said. “ ‘Bar fine’ means prostitution.”

The former juicy bar employees said soldiers and other customers usually paid $150 to bring them from the bar to a hotel room for sex, with the women getting $40 of that money.

First of all, any bar that allows “bar fines” is immediately subject to being placed off limits.  In the Philippines, a “bar fine” is called an EWR–Early Work Release.  The way that works is the customer pays the bar a set sum, usually around $30.  This entitles the bargirl to leave work early.  The bar normally gives the girl half the barfine.  What happens after that is contingent on what two consenting adults agree to do.

Now, I am not so naive as to not understand that the EWR concept is a convienent workaround to the prostitution laws.  Still, at least in the Philippines, the bargirls can refuse an EWR request.  They only go with the customers they choose to be with.  Sometimes the EWR involves bar hopping or dinner or lounging at the pool.  And yes, I am sure that in some (most?) cases it ends up with sexual intercourse.

Would these girls do this sort of work if they had better options?  Some may, I suspect most would not.  But it strikes me as being disingenuous to claim they are being exploited.  Again, I have not ever witnessed any case of someone being forced into prostitution.  I have however heard many sad tales about being the only means of support for children and family.  Many of these girls hate what they do, but hate the alternative more. 

I just can’t accept the premise that putting these people out of the only work that pays enough to provide food and shelter is making the world a better place.

Yes, let’s castrate anyone who enslaves or otherwise forces these young women into prostitution.  But don’t take away one of the few options available in a desperate life for those who choose it.