A busy day in store, so here’s a brief post to tide you over until I’m back.
Swan and I enjoyed some pre-dinner drinks at The Green Room before our dinner date with the neighbors. I played a game of pool and got my ass handed to me by our waitress, Chu. She’s an outstanding player, so I can take some comfort in that.
At the appointed hour (6:30), we arrived at our dining venue, the Hops and Brews Beer Garden.
Neighbor Jeff, with the wife and kids, arrived at the same time.
I was surprised to see my other neighbor, Martin, was also there with his bride. Martin is only in town a few days each month (he works in Manila), so it was good to catch up. So, all the residents of Bryce Street were together in the Beer Garden. What are the odds of that?
A couple of other diners, but no one at the bar last night.The Bryce Street contingentSwan and I shared this grilled meat platter.
Jeff is just home from a holiday visit to Texas, and he brought an interesting table game back with him. So, after our meal we all dived in.
It looks like this and involves cards, dice, and coins. No skill required, it’s all about the luck of the draw and a roll of the dice. It was surprisingly fun, and Swan and I finished with more coins than we started with. I’ll call that a win!
When we had all had enough, we headed for Bryce Street. No trike for us, we hitched a ride with Martin and Joss. It was a good night out on the town.
And I somehow managed to stay on plan throughout all that levity!
I also got a congratulatory message from my Fitbit app:
Why, thank you! Thank you very much!One of my better days
Eight years ago, I had just returned to Korea from a visit to the Philippines where I had suffered a couple of severe breathing attacks.
I purchased my first nebulizer and it helped keep me breathing. Damn, look how skinny I was back then.
The good news is I’m breathing great these days. Haven’t used my nebulizer in months.
Three years ago, I posted this poem on Facebook:
Where are you hiding my love? Each day without you will never come again. Even today you missed a sunset on the ocean, A silver shadow on yellow rocks I saved for you, A squirrel that ran across the road, A duck diving for dinner. My God! There may be nothing left to show you Save wounds and weariness And hopes grown dead, And wilted flowers I picked for you a lifetime ago, Or feeble steps that cannot run to hold you, Arms too tired to offer you to a roaring wind, A face too wrinkled to feel the ocean's spray.
--James Kavanaugh
And as regular readers know, I have finally found her!
Today’s YouTube video is a nice tour of the Subic Bay Freeport Zone (aka SBMA or the old Navy base). I visit weekly for shopping and occasionally for dining. If I had a car, I’m sure I’d visit more often. And yes, I’ve hiked through that area with the horse stables.
To the humor then:
I wonder how much Penny charged him?Hallelujah!Heh, I’m going to have to try this one!
Alrighty then, I’ve got the Friday group hike to do this morning. And then, at 2:00 p.m., we have the annual Hash leadership meeting. When the meeting is done, I’ll meet Swan at It Doesn’t Matter, where the Hash girls will hang out during our Hash business. Hence, it is now or never to get a post up today, and by golly, I’ve done it!
If things go right, I’ll celebrate seventy years on Earth in a few months.This chap was only twenty days older than me but didn’t live to see the new year.
A good reminder to enjoy it while you can. Here’s how I kicked things off in 2025:
Just before we departed San Narciso yesterday, we took a quick tour of a beachfront property for sale.
The structures currently on the lot include an A-frame Nipa hut, and two small bamboo rooms. A covered outdoor seating/dining areaA dirty kitchen (that’s what an outdoor kitchen is called here; it’s not about cleanliness) with a well water pump (there is also city water on the property).The view from the front of the property
So, the price is 3.5 million pesos or around $60,000 USD. It is not currently up to my living standards, so more money would have to be invested to make it a possibility. We’d also want to construct a place where locals and tourists could sit and enjoy beachside beverages and food. At this point, we are still in the dreaming stages, but you never know. Foreigners can’t own property here, so the purchase would have to be in Swan’s name. (UPDATE: I just checked with Swan, and she says it is too expensive for an untitled property. She also prefers to find something closer to home.)
It was good to be back on familiar turf after being gone since last year. Having missed our Tuesday routine of visiting the Kokomo’s floating bar on Baloy Beach, we made up for lost time last evening.
The view is the same as it was last year.A busy New Year’s day on the beach, but not so much on the floating bar.It was nice to share some beers with Steve and ViolaThe clouds obscured the sunset, so this is the best I could do.
One of my goals for the new year is to create a revised Wednesday routine that includes a seldom-visited bar during my night out. We kicked things off last night with a visit to Harley’s for our nightcap. And we killed a second bird by having some dinner while we were there.
Harley’s is a popular hangout with a great pub vibe, but the thing I like best is the view. The lights of Barretto were especially beautiful last evening.
Back home again and enjoying my pudding when a big dogfight broke out between Buddy and Lucky. Apparently, there is some jealousy over Swan’s female dog. It was hard to break them up, and both dogs had battle scars. That was my last straw with Lucky. He will live out his days in the yard downstairs as he is no longer welcome in my house. I considered having him put to sleep, but I can’t quite bring myself to take his life. Yet.
Starting the new year off right. Let’s hope I can keep it that way.
Speaking of starting things off right, I wanted to make my first solo walk of the year a good one, so this morning, I pushed myself to see how far I could go. I documented the effort with a photo every one thousand steps. Here’s what it looked like:
Leaving home1000 steps found me in the neighborhood outside the gates of Alta VistaAt 2000 steps, I was strolling through the Santa Monica subdivisionStill in Santa Monica at 3000 steps. If and when I downsize my life, living in a Nipa hut like this one is an option I’d consider. I’d want it on the beach, though.Four thousand steps and I was enjoying the view from the Sierra Hills subdivision.At 5000 steps, I could look back and see where I started (that’s Alta Vista on the hillside in the distance)At 6000 steps, I was trekking down the Govic Bypass highway. That mountain to the right looks oddly familiar.A taste of Filipino culture at 7000 stepsI enjoyed the ass-side of Easter Mountain at 8000 stepsStill moving down the highway at 9000 stepsLife on the roadside at 10,000 stepsOver the river in Magnan-Vaca at 11,000Saying hello to my old friend WalterMart at 12,000 steps. This is where I normally catch a Jeepney for home, but today I trudged on.At 13,000 steps, I was dodging traffic on the National Highway in Subic town.The barangay building at 14,000 steps. Almost a year until Christmas and they’ve already got their decorations up!Up the alley at 15,000 stepsBayside at 16,000 stepsThe view at 17,000 stepsOn the highway in Matain at 18,000Calling it quits at 19,716 stepsThe walk stats
Fourteen kilometers is about twice the distance I usually walk. I don’t think I’ll be doing this on a regular basis, but I do want to up my game some. My fantasy of walking the 29K to Mope in San Narciso got a reality check this morning. I would have been only halfway there and out of gas. Maybe an hour or two of resting would have reinvigorated me, but I doubt it.
My route
And that brings you up to date on how I’ve kicked off the newest year I’ve had the pleasure of living in.
Nine years ago, I was doing what folks do when in Itaewon:
I’ll give it a shot! (That’s my commie friend Choonae, who wrote a book about Cuba and still takes tour groups there a couple of times a year.)
And here’s a timely reminder as we begin a new year:
And lying without consequences. So far, anyway
Alright, we’ll lighten things up with today’s YouTube video. We haven’t heard from Mikey Bustos for a while. Enjoy!
And some more of my so-called humor:
That never happens at The Rite Spot.Don’t be racist. I’m Irish. Or Scotch. Okay, I spent a lot of time in bars as a child.In English?
The rest of Day 2 awaits. We’ll be meeting the neighbors, Jeff and Vina, for dinner at Hops and Brews later. And I haven’t been to Barretto since 2024, so I’m looking forward to see if anything has changed. I’ll be back tomorrow with more of this goodness. You are welcome!
I’m glad to be alive! On a whim, I decided to welcome in the new year on the beach, so when the grocery shopping was done, we dropped off the goods and headed for San Narciso.
I took this photo while shopping at Royal. I was astounded to see the price on that cheese and crackers “tasting board.” Anyway, this shot has some relevance later in the post, so hang around!We have arrived at the Mope Beach Resort, our go-to place when we visit barangay La Paz in San Narciso.We arrived at lunchtime, so we ordered some grub before heading out for a walk.Our beach viewI had the beef broccoli for lunch. Swan had something similar, just a different vegetable.Okay, let’s hit the road!This brought to mind the time I got caught in a riptide as a teen at Huntington Beach, California. I knew to swim sideways rather than fight the current and successfully escaped. Except I was no longer offshore from the sandy beach; instead, I had to deal with waves pushing me into a rocky seashore. Well, now I’ve lived to tell about it!Where the river meets the seaThat girl of mineOur walk took us past this new resort. As we stood on the street gazing in, a waitress came out and invited us to their New Year’s Eve gathering, including a live band. So, our evening plans were made!She’s such a poser!At the beachside parkOn the beachMy turn to pose. Never was much of a Prince fan…Swan in her element. She kept her shoes on, though, because the sand was too hot.I love the names they give the boats. This tiny thing must live up to its name when it is in the water.And we are back at Mope, safe and sound.A pleasant 4+K stroll
We took a short nap, then got ourselves ready to celebrate the coming new year.
Another pose at the Mula ResortThe Mula Christmas tree was quite impressive.
We took our seats at a table fronting the stage. The only other customers there departed shortly after we arrived. As we perused the menu offerings, I was surprised to see this:
That cheese platter has everything the one we saw at Royal did, plus two glasses of wine. And the price was equivalent to six bucks, so $39. cheaper than the Royal offering.
Interestingly, Mula only sells wine by the bottle, not the glass. So, naturally we ordered the cheese platter and Swan got her two glasses of wine for not much more than we would have paid in Barretto, plus all those snacks. Best bargain I’ve seen in quite a while.
That platter of flavor!I also ordered the parmesan chicken wings and they were delicious.
The band started playing, and we had their full attention as the only members of the audience. The female lead singer teased Swan a little and sang a good mix of romantic songs during their first set.
They had some talent and were enjoyed their performance.We both posed for our waiterAnd by the time we moved on, Mula was full of other diners.
We went back to Mope after Mula, enjoyed some more beers, and chatted with Matt, the Aussie owner of Mope. I also met another guest named Jim, who has Hashed in Subic in the past and hopes to do so again soon. Anyway, I was in high spirits by now, but not so high that I didn’t remember some awesome-sounding dessert selections on the Mula menu, particularly the ice cream sundae and the brownie a la mode. Our plan was to go back to our room and set the alarm to wake us shortly before midnight. And seeing as how it was the last night of the year, I detoured back to Mula for some takeout dessert. I couldn’t decide which one I wanted, so I ordered both, thinking Swan and I would share. But she went to bed as soon as we got back in our room, so I had no choice but to eat them both myself.
When the alarm sounded, we got out of bed, dressed, and headed for the beach to watch the fireworks.
There was quite a show going on at the other end of the beachBut eventually some shots were fired overhead near us.I can’t remember the last time I’ve actually been awake when the new year arrived.And of course, I shared a Happy New Year kiss with my sweetheart.
When the fireworks were done, so were we. Back to the room and back to bed. I didn’t wake again until 6:30, which is sleeping in for me. Swan wanted to head to the beach and look for a sunrise, and I told her I would join her a little later (I had to see what I’d been missing on the internet).
I took a seat at our usual Mope beach view table and had some coffee while I awaited Swan’s return. Something looked familiar in this shot I took, so I zoomed in for a closer look.Yep, I know that girl!
When Swan had finished satisfying her toes in the sand urge, she joined me, and we shared a breakfast (I ate the bacon and eggs; she had the toast and jam). Owner Matt stopped by our table to greet us. I’d met Matt on my previous Mope outings, but something has changed with him, and not for the better. A couple of months ago, he had a crash on his motorcycle, and his injuries resulted in him losing a leg.
It was a life-changing injury for sure, but it hasn’t impacted Matt’s positive attitude at all. I was very impressed with his refusal to let the accident sap his joy of living.
In addition to being a motorcycle enthusiast, Matt was an avid surfer (his resort was built to cater to the surfing crowd). He told me he would be fitted with an artificial limb soon, and he has every intention of resuming his passion for riding the board shortly thereafter. So much respect for this guy!
After breakfast, we headed out for a morning stroll.
And we, of course, had candy to hand out.And I was surprised to see this early 60s Ferrari in such good condition.I don’t know why I find this combination of words so humorous. Pozonegro means septic tank. Sip-sipis the process used to empty the septic tank.Yeah, the image it creates in my mind is on the gross end of the scale.Okay, there’s something to cleanse the palateNice carpet, Mother Nature!I’d like to know more about this ship-like resort/restaurant, but it has never been open since I’ve been coming to La Paz.One of these days, perhaps.Swan and I both enjoy the vibe of the beach life here and we kept our eyes open during our hike for possibilities should we ever desire to relocate. This place has potential as a future residence, don’t you think?Our 4K morning street stroll
And now I am back home and dashing out a blog post before heading out to visit the Kokomo’s floating bar. I haven’t been there since last year!
Those two desserts were insane. And the San Mig Light beers didn’t help much, either. It’s a new year and newly disciplined me. That’s the plan!
A special memory for today:
Six years ago, I lost my Hash virginity. Sadly, the two guys in the middle behind me are no longer among the living.
Today’s episode in The Story of My Life is a post from New Year’s Day twenty years ago called “Journey Through The Past.” I had just returned from a cross-country drive after visiting Oklahoma, one of the states I’ve called home. During the trip, I reflected on the life I had lived there and how I had failed to recognize all the things that were great about it, but I had never fully appreciated it until looking back all those years later. I resolved with my pending move to Korea; I would not make that mistake again. And, of course, I did blow it in a similar fashion while spending my final year before retirement, missing my past life in Seoul and looking towards my future life in the Philippines, while forgetting to fully appreciate the life I was living in Pyeongtaek. It’s a bit disconcerting when your own words come back and bite you in the ass.
In today’s YouTube video, George takes you on a Sunday stroll through Barretto. I haven’t had a chance to watch it myself yet, but if you are curious have a look.
And now for some laughter:
Enjoy the best of both worlds!One of life’s important lessonsYeah, I hate when that happens!
Okay then, I’m running late. Meeting up with my pal Steve and his gal on the floater so time to get myself on the road. I’ll tell you all about tomorrow!
It was alright. Gonna be a quick report today, I’m in a sour mood and need work my way out of it. Anyway, here’s the story of my yesterday:
Heading out for the Candy WalkDispensing the goodnessThe Easter Mountain viewCome a runnin’!I felt bad because this is the portion we deleted from the Santa Claus Hash run last Monday. Except we had told all kids on Sunday that Santa was coming the next day. Several of them expressed their disappointment when he didn’t show. My fault. I should have kept my mouth shut.At least they got some sweets yesterdayRoadside living on this busy street must suck big timeWe took it a little longer (6.5K) yesterday
The weekly Hideaway feeding was once again accomplished. The bar was quite busy yesterday, and a couple of the drunks were loud enough to be irritating. I only stayed for an hour before heading for the beach.
A busy Sunday on Barretto BeachMy offshore destination
The Arizona floater was busier than it was last week. That’s good, the girls were otherwise occupied and left us alone this time.
That guy in the water was quite impressive. He swam back and forth for the first 30 minutes we were on the floater. No way I could pull that off.Looking towards the ridgelineSwan taking it all inThe cloud cover blocked the sunset views. There was some light rain later in the evening.When it got dark, we headed to John’s place for dinner.
There was a bit of a snafu that I found irksome. As usual, we gave our waitress our drink order before heading up to the third floor. And after waiting nearly ten minutes, the drinks hadn’t arrived. So, we went back downstairs, and it seems the waitress had gotten busy with a takeout order and forgotten all about us. She apologized profusely, and instead of walking out, we just stayed on the second floor and let it go. A bit of a buzz killer, though.
Two birria beef tacos for me (I gave the third to Swan)And a large order of Korean-style chicken wings. I had two last night and three for breakfast this morning.
Our nightcap was at the Green Room. Pudding before bed but still a sour ending to the night. I’ll leave it at that.
Either an aberration or I’m back on track. We’ll see.A nice map of the Philippines. I live on Luzon and have visited the islands of Palawan, Mindoro, Cebu, and Mindanao. Top of my list for next to see is Bohol.
And here are some facts (well, facts according to the Facebook post I saw) about the Philippines:
FACTS ABOUT THE PHILIPPINES
1. Most of people in the Philippines speak English! With a strong emphasis on English education, the Philippines ranks as the fifth-largest English-speaking country globally, making communication with locals a breeze for English speakers.
2. Filipinos ranked as the highest selfie-takers in the world! Filipinos have earned the title of the world’s most enthusiastic selfie-takers, embracing the art of self-expression through photography.
3. Philippines has 7641 islands – making it one of the largest archipelagos globally. Surprisingly, more than 5,000 of these islands remain unnamed on most international maps, waiting to be discovered. Sounds amazing, right? Just imagine huge number of islands right there!
4. There are over 170 dialects in the Philippines! One of the most remarkable features of the Philippines is its linguistic diversity. While the official language is Filipino, based on Tagalog, there are over 170 dialects spoken throughout the archipelago, reflecting the nation’s vibrant cultural mosaic.
5. The Philippines is the only Asian nation that is predominantly Christian. More than 86% of the population identifies as Roman Catholic and religion is still a big influence in the country.
6. The largest and most expensive pearl in the world was found in the Philippines! It was being found in Palawan, weighing a staggering 75 pounds and valued at an astonishing $100 million.
7. Filipinos celebrate Christmas longer than you think! The Philippines takes Christmas celebrations to the next level, beginning in September and lasting until January during the “Feast of the Three Kings.” The festive atmosphere includes decorations and numerous parties.
8. The Philippines has ‘best singers,’ ‘loves music most’ among 90 toured countries. Filipinos are so good at singing! Karaoke is their beloved pastime, showcasing their vocal talents at gatherings, turning any occasion into a singing festivity.
9. The Philippines has earned its title as the “text capital of the world,” with social media and texting being the primary means of communication.
10. Tarsier, one of the world’s smallest primates can only be found in the Philippines. It is known for its enormous eyes relative to its body size, aiding in night vision.
11. Fertilised duck embryo is the famous street snack. Filipinos enjoy eating this, they call it as ‘balut’.
12. The Philippines has unique transportation modes, such as tricycles, jeep, and kalesas.
13. The Philippines is known as the largest supplier of nurses to the world, with over 25% of all nurses in the United States being of Filipino descent.
14. Jeepney as the usual public transportation! It is distinctive and colorful public transportation vehicles, is ubiquitous in the Philippines, providing a unique way to explore its cities.
15. Philippines is the only country where the flag is flown upside down to indicate the state of war.
16. Filipino is the official language in the Philippines. It became the main language of the Philippines in 1987 under the constitution replacing ‘Pilipino’.
17. Philippines is one of the largest island countries in the world! It offers an incredible diversity of landscapes and experiences.
18. The Philippines is the second largest producer of coconut products in the world. Locally known as buko, coconut is a top export product of the Philippines. Each year, the country ships around 19.50 million tons or more of coconut fruit.
19. Filipinos are known for being polite, addressing each other with “ma’am” or “sir.” Respect for elders is deeply ingrained, reflected in terms like “ate” and “kuya” and use of “po” and “opo.”
20. “Filipino time” refers to the cultural phenomenon of Filipinos often arriving late for appointments or events, reflecting their laid-back, relaxed attitude towards time.
21. Two of the world’s largest shopping malls are located in the Philippines, offering an incredible shopping and leisure experience. One is SM Megamall, located in Mandaluyong city, with a total floor area of over 5.5 million square feet. Another is SM Shopping center of Asia (MOA) is a rambling shopping center in Pasay City, with more than 4.4 million square feet of retail space.
22. The Philippines founded Asia’s first basketball league, the Philippines Basketball Association, in 1975, making basketball a beloved sport in the country.
23. Jollibee is the top fast food chain the Philippines taking over McDonald’s! Jollibee was the leading limited-service restaurant in the Philippines in terms of sales in 2021. In that year, the restaurant chain generated sales of approximately 24. 53 billion U.S. dollars. Its closest competitor, McDonald’s, had total sales of about 786 million U.S. dollars in that year.
24. The Philippines has the largest underground river. Many people visit the Philippines because of its cultural history of famous water bodies. In fact, this nation is home to the largest underground river. It is located in Puerta Princesa Subterranean River National Park. There are many famous landmarks in the Philippines that will amaze you.
25. Filipinos can’t eat without rice! For almost 99% of the Philippine population, no meal is complete without rice, highlighting its central role in Filipino cuisine.
26. Filipinos usually have 3 to 4 meals daily!
27. There are three main island groups in the Philippines: Luzon, Mindanao, and Visayas. Luzon, the most populous, is home to the capital city, Manila.
And now you know.
Today’s YouTube video is from a fellow expat retiree who reflects on the challenges of growing old here:
Who could use a laugh after that?
I guess it would be gay to lick that pussyI don’t see (Y)I’ll wait for Kevin’s review
Okay, Hash Monday is upon us once again. Today’s trail starts and ends on Rizal Extension, which means it’s gonna be a pain in the ass to get back to town afterward. Oh well, I’m already in a pissy mood, so why not sprinkle a little salt in the wound?
So, yesterday was having the family over for dinner day. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it seemed like everyone in attendance enjoyed themselves. The food was good and my beer was cold. I had a tad too much of both. Here’s the way it went down:
Food prep began in the morning hours. One of Swan’s sisters and a couple of other relatives came to help out in the kitchen.
Something called “blood stew.” I think it’s a pork dishChicken feet(and my toes)Chicken adoboFilipino spaghettiBrownies Swan-styleMy Aunt Pat’s Recipe Fruit Salad
There were several other dishes, including my candied yams, that I neglected to photograph. Sorry!
The Rite Spot is set up and ready for action!First view shot of the day from the roofSetting up the buffet tableReady for hungry FilipinosThe preferred alcoholic beverage of our Filipino guests. I stuck with beer.A view check-inLucky found it all rather boringOur dinner guests begin to arriveThe sun begins its exitGranny and some of the young onesWelcome to The Rite Spot On The Roof!Sun down, lights onThe family shot. Me and Swan’s brother-in-law were the only white guys in attendance.Jack and meMy dinner plate–roast chicken, meatballs, candied yams, and fruit salad.Let’s eat!I made a double batch of fruit salad and it proved to be a popular item on the menu.The evening viewIt was a Filipino gathering, so naturally, karaoke broke outMeeting my new goddaughter, Jilliane for the first timeThe party continued until past my bedtime (a little after 9 p.m.)
This was the first time I met Swan’s extended family and they were friendly and happy to join us. I’m sure there will be cause for a repeat sometime in the coming year.
My biggest failure yet. I’ll get back on track soon.
One year ago I was involved with a charity feeding at an Aeta native village in Iram, Olongapo City.
We are scheduled to do a return visit on January 17.
Coincidentally, we did our charity feeding in Alibang today. I’ll share that story tomorrow.
Who remembers Candid Camera? Well, today’s YouTube video is a clip from a 1965 episode of that television classic. See what you missed?
Here’s some more humor:
Take the “L” out of lover and it’s overHope you didn’t rub him the wrong wayJust Mosesing through…
Anyway, it was a very full day today and that explains why this post is going up so late. Tomorrow the clock resets and I’ll hopefully be back on schedule once again. Until then.
I mean the Christmas that was yesterday. I sure as hell hope it wasn’t my last Christmas! I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out. In the meantime, here’s how I spent the day of the dear Savior’s birth (hedging my bets, just to play it safe):
Christmas fell on a Wednesday this week, but that didn’t keep four of us from heading out for a walk. We took a 200 peso trike ride to barangay Naugsol and then walked the length of the bypass highway that is under construction. Then it was down into the valley and on home to Barretto. The good news is that we found the path into San Isidro that gets around the fence I couldn’t find last week. Praise the Lord!
There has been next to no progress on the roadwork since our last visit a couple of months ago.Once completed, this road is intended as a bypass around Barretto.I hope I live to see the crazy Barretto traffic reduced, but it’s slow going so far.The valley soon to be traversedAnd the Easter Mountain viewThese elderly valley dwellers were happy with their cookie giftNo complaints with a nice flat valley walk, right Scott?How uling (charcoal) is madeMaking our way to the other sideOn the way to churchReceiving a Christmas blessing(the child takes your hand and places it next to her forehead)The route of our 6K+ journey
Swan gifted me a new trekking pole and two ballcaps for Christmas.
Dressing up for the occasion in my Trump attire
My neighbor Mike was celebrating his 77th birthday this Christmas, and we joined the gathering at his place to celebrate.
Having a little trouble with the pee is natural for us oldstersI regifted one of my new Trump hats to the birthday boyMike did all the cooking and he prepared this impressive meal for his guests.Swan and Mike’s girl, Cathy.
After the meal and birthday song, we made a plan to reconvene at Thumbstar bar in Barretto. Mike sent me home with a generous helping of leftovers.
And here we are enjoying our last beers of Christmas day.
Mike’s an interesting guy who had a career in the music business as a promoter. He shared photos from his glory days with some of the biggest bands from the 70s and 80s. The stories he can tell!
Speaking of those leftovers, I had some of them for breakfast this morning.
A nice way to start the day after Christmas
So, Christmas is no time to be stingy, even with the calorie intake.
And I obviously wasn’t
There’s another feast in store for tonight as Swan’s family invades The Right Spot. I’ll get back on track next year for sure.
In the memories department, ten years ago, I had this to say here on LTG:
Maybe I am crazy, but it occurs to me now that life is always just one big transition. I suppose that state of perpetual transition might on occasion include adventure. More often it just hurts.
I had no idea what lay in store for me just around the corner (my wife dumping me). And now here I am, still trying to make the best of whatever may come.
Seven years ago, I was enjoying a stroll on the Han River in Seoul:
Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone…
Today’s YouTube video was lifted from Kevin Kim’s blog. It’s just too damn funny (and true) not to share.
As long as we are laughing:
Sounds like a bargain!Sorry in advance for my daily calorie reportCheers!
Assuming I remember what happens, I’ll be sharing how dinner with the family goes tonight. I’ve already made my Aunt Pat’s Recipe World Famous Fruit Salad. My other contribution will be candied yams. Yeah, another cheat day is in store I’m afraid.
So, the obvious song for today’s post is “Last Christmas” by George Michael. In an ominous twist, his last day on Earth was also his last Christmas–he died December 25, 2016.
Since I no longer practice the Christian faith, the alleged birthday of Jesus Christ doesn’t hold any religious meaning for me, but the spirit of Christmas—the giving, sharing, and loving parts—still resonates with me. My agenda for the day includes a morning group hike, followed by a birthday party for my neighbor and fellow Westminster High School alumnae, Mike, this afternoon. I’ll bring my usual brownies. After that, we’ll see. Swan’s family will gather at their compound in Subic for the Christening of her niece. I’m the ninong (godfather) and am sending my donation and best wishes via Swan.
In the spirit of the holiday, here are the lyrics to my favorite Christmas song (actually a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow set to music):
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head: "There is no peace on earth," I said, "For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men." Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men."
Till, ringing singing, on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men!
We wish you a Merry Christmas!
And here is my Christmas Eve tale:
The Royal grocery shopping trip included a cart full of sardines and noodles for the upcoming Aeta feeding in Alibang.My after-shopping neighborhood strollRice baggers
Later in the afternoon, we headed to Alley Cats bar for my belated Christmas appearance. On the way, Swan dropped some cookies and chocolate for a friend of hers on Gabaya Street.
Swan sharing her sweetness
I was surprised to see there was an early darts tournament in progress when we arrived. The place was packed, but it was great seeing some of my old dart buddies from years gone by again. I gave a tin of Christmas cookies and a batch of brownies and got a ballcap and shirt in the gift exchange. I provided a Shamboli’s pizza, a round of lady drinks, and a Hershey’s chocolate bar, making all the staff happy to see me again. It was a good time, and although I still haven’t rekindled a desire to throw darts again, I should try to drop by Alley Cats more often in the new year.
I have two 500 peso vouchers for Queen Victoria that expire tomorrow, so my plan was for both of us to drink for free after we departed Alley Cats. Alas, Queen Victoria was closed. I won’t be able to use them tomorrow because I’m having Swan’s family over to the house for an after-Christmas dinner. Oh well. I was a little hungry anyway, so we moseyed up the highway to Sit-n-Bull for dinner instead.
I had a teriyaki chicken breast. Those baked beans were delicious, but not worth the calorie count.
After dinner, we went next door to Wet Spot for our nightcap. That didn’t last long. Aine came over and said something to Swan that made her as mad as I’d ever seen her. It totally killed Swan’s buzz, and she wanted to leave immediately. And that’s just what we did. Needless to say, Aine will not be welcome at our table in the future.
Home, pudding, and bed. That’s good enough for me.
Close but no cigar. A beer too far ( San Mig Zero is 60 calories)
Thirteen years ago, my Facebook Christmas card looked like this:
Jee Yeun did send me a Christmas greeting this morning. I hope she has found her happiness.
In keeping with the spirit of the season, in today’s YouTube video, we watch the Filipina Pea playing Santa Claus to the less fortunate in her community—a similar undertaking to what Swan has been preparing for in Alibang this Friday. From my first visit to the Philippines, I’ve been impressed with the generosity of Filipinos toward those who have less.
Now for some Christmas cheer:
He could have been called something worseI’m trying to avoid extremes, one way or the other.Coincidentally, “pek pek” is Filipino for pussy. Just sayin’.
That’s all for now, time for me to get into the Christmas spirit. Hope all my readers (both of you) have a happy holiday!
And now, for some Christmas music. I said at the top of this post that “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day” was my favorite holiday song. I saw in today’s Facebook memories that I’ve posted several versions of the song by different artists over the years. Which one do you think is best?
Johnny Cash:
Suzy Bogguss:
Burl Ives:
And with some Civil War graphics (the era in which the poem was written):
I think the Ives’ rendition in my favorite, with Bogguss a close second.
In a sweet way. Another Hash Christmas Candy Run is in the books, and I’m happy to report that everything went according to plan. Hundreds of children were deluged with goodies from over fifty Hashers, enjoying the smiles they got in return. So everyone was happy. Does it get any better than that?
Dressing for the occasion in our specially designed shirts for Run #1633And the back of the shirtHashers gathering at the Alta Vista Clubhouse starting locationSanta arrived by trike instead of the sleighThe participants for the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers Candy RunAnd we are On-On!Isn’t that sweet?Candy is dandy!Go ahead, make my day!Don’t be scared little girlI guess old ladies need a little sweetness in the their life, too.Santa (Gasman) made it all the way through the trailPosersHere they come!Crossing Bridge #2Looking for handoutsAnd there you have your Easter Mountain view in the background. Merry Christmas!See you next year, Santa!
Everyone seemed to have a good time doing the trail and there were lots of enthusiastic children, so as a Hare I take satisfaction in a mission accomplished.
The usual Hash Circle shenanigans and then some more beers at It Doesn’t Matter to round out they day. I probably could have cut down on the beer some which may have given me the strength to resist that second helping of pudding before bed last night. Oh well, it’s the holiday season!
I’m detecting a pattern of one day over, then one day under. I guess that balances out.
Seven years ago, I took a rainy-day walk in Pyeongtaek.
I guess I’ve always had a thing for trees.
I posted this on Facebook and got the expected response from my friends on the left:
It seems they can’t stand the thought of people thinking for themselves and making their own decisions.
Today’s YouTube video discusses maximizing your life as an expat in the Philippines. It is really all about appreciating the good and accepting the not-so-good aspects. I’ve been here for going on seven years now, and it is easy to take it all for granted. Taking a step back and looking at the life I’m living, I feel blessed. Sometimes, it is all about letting go of what was and embracing what is.
Here’s your medicine:
Dog turds are one of the perils of street walking in the PI.Acorny jokeNo mouth condiments though…
Christmas Eve is upon us. I was invited to the Alley Cats Christmas party earlier in the week and forgot about attending. Got a message from the boss there saying my present was waiting for me. So, I’ll try to make up for my transgression today. A batch of brownies, some Hershey chocolate bars, and a tin of cookies to share with the staff. I’ll buy a round of drinks for the girls and order a pizza. After that, we shall see.
Or should I say, floating on the bar and enjoying the breeze? I guess it was some of both. I’ll get to that, but first, let’s cover the morning activities. I’m one of the Hares for today’s Hash trail, so that meant going out to mark our path with chalk and powder. Today is also our annual Candy Run, so we’ll be handing out sweets to the kids we encounter along the way. And it just so happens that the trail we laid for today is primarily the same route we take when Swan and I do our weekly Sunday Candy Walk. So, it was the proverbial killing two birds with one stone activity–we marked the trail and dispensed goodies to our Sunday regulars. Here’s a glimpse of how it all went down:
My fellow HaresThe Godmother (Swan) hands off a Christmas envelope and some sweets for her newly acquired Godchild. We have no relationship with the child’s mother other than our encounters on the Candy Walk. Our first big group of the morningLivin’ the life!Refilling the candy sacksA nice fruit stand along the wayThe Easter Mountain viewA friendly Christmas greetingThe largest group we encountered yesterdayThe worst part of our trail is a stretch of a kilometer or so along Sawmill Road–narrow and lots of traffic is not a good fit for pedestrians. There’s no getting around it, though.Dropping some powder along the National HighwayArriving at Johansson’s, the On-Home venue for today’s HashWe had some lunch at Johansson’s. I went with the hamburger steak. I’ve had better.So, this is the trail as we marked it yesterday. It came out to be 8K. Upon reflection, my fellow Hares agreed that it might be a tad long for the comfort of some Hashers, including our Santa Claus (Gasman). So, we are going to delete that loop you see at the top of the map, which should make it doable for everyone.
My plan today is to head out on the trail a little before the main group and let the kids know that Santa is on his way. I’ll also need to remark the portion that we’ve eliminated so no one takes a wrong turn. Here’s hoping for a successful Candy Run!
Some of the sweet treats Swan and I will be handing out today.
Next up was the Hideaway feeding, which went according to plan. I gifted each of the girls a Christmas envelope containing 500 pesos. I told them Santa knows you’ve been naughty, but that’s the way he likes it.
The Hideaway crewJoy to the world
With my work at Hideaway completed, it was time to welcome back the Arizona floating bar.
A view from the beachAnd a view of Barretto’s beachHere comes our ride (Swan arrived at Arizona the same time I did)
So, as I understand it, Friday was the first day of operations this year. That’s about six weeks later than usual. The story I heard was that while in storage, the floater had been hit by thieves who stole everything that wasn’t nailed down, including the wiring. I’ve not seen much buzz on social media about the re-opening. We were the only customers when we first arrived. Other than the manager, none of the gals working looked familiar. And when we sat down, we were surrounded by half a dozen thirsty girls. I don’t roll that way; I might reward my waitress and bartender, but I don’t succumb to lady drink pressure. Swan hates it when the girls invade our space.
As you can see.
Anyway, I knew that once they figured out we weren’t buying their company they’d move on, and soon enough they did. It helped when another customer boarded and they flocked to his side.
And he was just what they were hoping for…bought them all at least one round of bottled lady drinks.
Anyway, I don’t think we’ll be bothered on our next visit now that the girls have figured out we don’t randomly buy drinks.
The bay viewAnd the ridgeline. I took a photo of the floating bar from up there on Friday.This is what we come forThe angles and perspectives differ from the Kokomo’s views. Swan says she likes the view from here better.It was good to be back. See you next week!
Next up, a short stroll to John’s place for dinner.
National Highway and Rizal Street…the busiest intersection in town.
It was nice to see our old waitress friend EmJhae back to work part-time at John’s. Good service and good food are tough to beat. Swan had the birria tacos, one of my menu favorites. I was craving some pulled pork, so I ordered the sandwich without the bun.
It hit the spot. I ate the coleslaw, too, but not the fries.
Swan wanted to do a nightcap at the Green Room, so off we went. A couple more beers for me, a wine for Swan, and a lady drink for Chu and Sally. They both got 500 pesos for Christmas, too.
And the Sit-n-Bull waitress gave Swan this headband. She’s going to wear it on the Candy Run today.
As usual, I kept myself entertained by watching the pool players of varying skill levels compete. And when I saw this comic today, I got a good chuckle:
If you scratch (hit the cue ball in the pocket), you get what is called “ball in hand.” That lends itself to some witticisms, too.
I’m thinking I might play some pool more often during my bar visits. I might as well since I enjoy watching so much. Hmm, a New Year’s resolution?
I got back home a little later than usual (the floating bar experience added an hour or so to our routine), did the pudding thing, and then off to bed. Good times!
Still came in under budget, despite those twelve San Mig Zeros I downed over the course of the evening.And a better than usual day getting my steps in
It just so happens that five years ago, the Hash was also doing its annual Candy Run:
Look at the handsome skinny guy in the knee socks!
Today’s YouTube video features Reekay holding court on the issue of women with tattoos. I despise them, although a small, discretely placed one (preferably out of sight) is tolerable. Judging from the comments, the vast majority of menfolk agree with my take.
And now for the fun part:
Well, I appreciate the brave few who still visit Long Time Gone.Sounds like a whole lot of fuckin’ going on.I don’t remember how to do that.
Another day, another post. Here’s hoping there are many more days to come. I’ll share how today’s Candy Run goes tomorrow.
And here’s a funny “Jingle Bell Rock” parody music video from that funny Filipino, Mikey Bustos. Enjoy!
The Friday group hikers caught a Jeepney and rode out to Olongapo City to begin the day’s trek. As I boarded and took my seat, the young woman directly across from me said, “Hello, John.” I smiled and nodded, then discretely looked at her for the duration of the trip. Nothing about her was even vaguely familiar. Being greeted by name by someone I don’t recognize happens so frequently these days that it is beginning to bother me. I’ve decided that when this happens in the future, I’m just going to ‘fess up and admit I don’t recognize them and ask where and when we met. This road to dementia is paved with…shit, I forget, but it’s a rough one. Anyway, when I disembarked from the Jeepney, I said it was nice to see her again.
The hike itself was up and over the Kalaklan Ridge, then back down into Barretto. The route we took was through the aptly named Hilltop village. Ninety percent of the climb is via stair steps, and I’d almost forgotten what an ass-kicker they can be. Getting back down also had some challenging moments, but overall it was a pleasantly scenic hike. I was a bit surprised when I checked my tracker at the end of our journey and saw that we had only gone 3.3 kilometers from start to finish. It sure as hell felt longer!
The Friday group (plus Scott) after exiting the Jeepney in Olongapo City.We’ll be steppin’ it up from hereThe Hilltop community in barangay Upper KalaklanLet the climbing commenceWe’re up here, Scott!Lollipops dispensedOn up!Peanut butter perfume? I’m not sure that smell would be enticing.A part-way up view of OlongapoStairs make a good place to sit when you need a rest from climbing themPressing onwardWe must be getting close to the top by nowWell, the stairs have ended be we are still going uphillAlmost a feeling of serenitySeeing a nice house like this in the middle ofnowhere was kind of eerie. Very well maintained and decorated for Christmas, so definitely occupied. There’s no vehicle access here, and I just can’t imagine what a pain in the ass getting the groceries home must be. Not to mention getting home from the bars at night.A ship heading out to seaPausing at the top for a group photoThat moment when you are congratulating yourself for having the strength and willpower to complete the climb, and this old guy comes along carrying a heavy load of water up the hill like it was no big deal at all.Beth played Swan’s part in handing out the cookiesLaundry day at the creekFinding our way across the waterAnd now for the downhill trekNot so bad in the beginningThe view of Barretto from hereScott is such a tree-huggerAnd then things got a little diceyAt least it wasn’t muddy. There was one place where I chose to sit on my ass and slide down as opposed to falling on my ass.Barretto Beach. You can see the floating island in the foreground, and what’s that about midway…It’s the Arizona floating bar! I’ll be paying a visit tomorrow.Another sweets opportunityAnd then back down on the highway at last
A short stroll into Barretto and some liquid refreshment at Dynamite Dick’s before grabbing a trike for home.
Short, but mostly nice.
And then, it was time to head back into town and secure my seats for the SOB dance competition at Wet Spot.
Hiking companion Beth is the head waitress at Wet Spot, and she saved our seats for us. She also spells “John” Filipino-style.Our neighbor, Vina, joined us. You can see how nice it was to have company!There was record-breaking attendance last night. I’ve never seen the bar so packed.Alaska finished 4th3rd Place went to Queen VictoriaVoodoo took 2ndWet Spot’s routine included an impressive pole-dancing performanceAnd secured their first-place finish
It was one of the better shows I’ve seen in a while.
Home to some sugar-free gelatin and then a peaceful sleep. That’s the way this old fart rolls these days.
Coffee and a view to kick off my Saturday morningI somehow managed to come in slightly under goal
Christmas memories from my working life on Facebook today:
Nine years ago, the 8th Army Commanding General, Thomas Vandal, visited our office at Yongsan Garrison in Seoul. Sadly, LTG Vandal died a few months after retiring. RIP, sir!Seven years ago, I spent my last Christmas as a working man in Korea with my Deputy at Camp Humphreys.
How about some unfiltered Pea for today’s YouTube video? I’ve been mildly curious about my favorite vlogger’s personal life. I assumed she had a foreign husband who supported her channel, but apparently not. Anyway, it was enjoyable to hear her open up some about herself.
The joke is on me:
The three things Filipinas always say to me the first time we make love: Ouch! Oh shit! Already?Be careful what you wish forThe English accent I find most difficult among the expat community is Aussie talk.
Alright, before I get to today’s song from the past, let me share the Baloy Beach bars I was too lazy to post yesterday:
The first business on Baloy Road is the Mangrove Hotel. I’ve never been inside, but I can see from the street that they do have a bar. So, I’ll grant them #45 on the list of Barretto bars.#46. Harley’s. It’s a pub with hotel rooms. Probably one of the most popular venues in town. I should come here more often.#47. Blue Rock Resort. This used to be a happening place. I stayed here often as a tourist and always enjoyed the bar. They had great food, too, especially grilled meats. Blue Rock had my favorite floating bar as well. Those days are all gone now. The floating bar washed up on the beach and was destroyed. The hotel never recovered from the COVID lockdowns. As far as I know, no expats go here for anything these days.#48. The Drunken Sailor. This is a new venue; the nicest thing I can say is that it is a work in progress. It has potential, and we’ll have to wait to see if it is ever realized.#49. McCoy’s. Pretty much a shithole that caters primarily to Filipino customers. I think it could be an amazing beach bar with a bit of time and effort. I inquired about taking over the lease, but it was rejected.#50. Wild Orchid Barefoot Bar. This place could also be a nice place to hang out on the beach. Sadly, they have overpriced their beers at 150 pesos each (almost double what most other venues charge)and even though I can afford it, that’s a price I’m not willing to pay.#51. Treasure Island Resort. The new owner is doing it right. It offers the best food on Baloy, a great pool, live music on Saturday, and just a nice place to hang out.#52. Foxhole (formerly D’Kudos). The new owner here has taken a viable business and run it into the sewer. I used to enjoy my occasional visits, but not anymore. Nothing to like about this place now.#53. The Kokomo’s floating bar. Love it. My Tuesday hangout at beer o’clock.#54. Kokomo’s. I’ll stop by occasionally when the floating bar is not operational.#55. Three L’s Resort. They have a brand new place on the beach that looks nice to me. When I stopped by they said they open at 8 p.m. I don’t think I’m the customer they are looking for.#56. Laharnyz. I’ve recently rediscovered this venue and I really enjoy the beach vibe here. Lots of other expats seem to share that view.#57. Lagoon Resort. Back in my dart league days, this was our home bar. Nice enough place with a decent kitchen and weekend live music.#58. Viking Resort. They have a nice outdoor bar by the pool, and some folks say their pizza is the best in town.
And that’s it on Baloy Long Beach. So, fifty-eight bars in the little barangay of Barretto. I should never go thirsty! As mentioned, I will try to broaden my horizons and visit new venues as part of my Wednesday routine. You can read all about it here!
I won’t be venturing into the bars this Saturday night. Instead, I’ll be attending a birthday party at Ricky and Heidi’s house here in Alta Vista. It should be fun and a nice change of pace.
My Thursday solo walk was a mission of discovery. I strolled past every bar in town and documented their existence with a snapshot. Granted, I started at nine in the morning, so the vast majority were closed, but I wasn’t out to drink, so it didn’t matter. I’ve gotten pretty staid in my selection of venues where I imbibe lately, but I’m going to try for a bit more adventure on Wednesdays in the weeks ahead. So, here’s the state of the bar business in Barretto.
#1. Queen Victoria. I don’t come here nearly as often as I used to. I don’t stay up late enough to hear the live bands.#2 Johansson’s. This is one of the Hash On-Home venues. In fact, we will be here this coming Monday.#3 Rosie’s. It’s never been high on my list of places to go.#4. Alley Hideout. This was my hangout back in my dart-playing days.#5. Nipsey’s. I’ve been here once since they opened. #6. Cloud 69. One of the newer bars in town that I have yet to visit.#7. Red Bar. Another Hash venue that I seldom visit otherwise.#8. Wet Spot. About the only bar with dancers I regularly frequent.#9. The Green Room. I’m here as much as I am anywhere these days.#10. Alaska. I like it, but seldom visit.#11. BarCelona. This is a very nice bar that, for some reason, isn’t worth climbing to the third floor for.#12. La Oficina. I used to go here for the SOB occasionally, but had a bad experience on my last visit.#13. Gentlemen’s Bar. This is a newer venue with some hot gals (I see them sitting outside sometimes), but that’s not my thing. These days, I’m drinking with my girlfriend.#14. Hops and Brews Beer Garden. I come here to eat occasionally but never to drink.#15. Hot Zone. One of the better girly bars in town, but that’s not what I like.#16. Bob Angel’s bar. I haven’t been here since it changed owners/name.#17. Voodoo. I used to come here once in a while, but now it doesn’t open until 7 p.m. I’m usually wrapping things up by then.#18. It Doesn’t Matter. Our after-Hash venue and a place I enjoy sitting outside.#19. John’s Sushi and Steak. I hesitated including this venue, because it is primarily a restaurant. The third floor is technically a bar with a pool table, but nobody comes here to drink.
Okay, that’s all for this side of the National Highway. Time to cross over and walk back the other way.
#20. Redz Pub. This is located at the Arizona Resort and it’s been years since I last set foot inside. The Arizona floating bar will be opening soon, and I’ll come to Arizona for that. I should have taken a picture of it, but we’ll call the floater #21 anyway.#22. Hideaway. Regular readers know I feed the girls here once a week.#23. Dynamite Dick’s. Owner here is a nice guy. We stopped in today after our hike.#24. Macarthurs Bar and Grill. A newer venue I’ve visited a couple of times because my friend Jessa is the manager. It’s not my kind of place, though (beer is too expensive, no wine for my gal).#25. Red Stars. This bar has had three owners since I’ve lived in Barretto. It’s an okay place I seldom visit.#26. Johm’s Restobar. I’ve never been inside this place and never will be. Commenter Aaron is interested in ladyboy bars, and I understand this one is chock full of them.#27. Mugshots. This is a very nice bar with a good kitchen. I’m not sure why I don’t come here more often.#28. Oasis. I tried to like this place and just couldn’t do it. Not having wine once was the last straw.#29. Chill Bar. I’ve only visited once, and that was long ago. Too much lady drink pressure.#30. Annex. One of the few bars that open in the morning hours (Sloppy Joe’s, Dynamite Dick’s, and Macarthur’s are the others).#31. Candy Bar. A new venue I know nothing about. I suspect it is a girly bar.#32. Cheap Charlies. I was there on Wednesday. It’s a good bar.#33. Central Park Reef Hotel. I hesitated including hotels on this list, but I have seen foreigners here on the occasions I’ve ventured in. There is a bar/restaurant on the roof that is very nice.#34. Thumbstar. Aaron, you might like this place.#35. Mango’s. Another hotel, but it has a nice bar with beach views.#36. Rock Lobster Bar. Also at Mango’s, but your traditional bar atmosphere. I’ve only been inside a couple of times.#37. Castaway. A nice upstairs bar at the Palm Tree Resort.#38. Hangout Sports Bar. Another newer venue. I’ve only been once and it didn’t resonate.#39. Lux. A very nice bar ambiance wise. I’ve only been a couple of times.#40. Whiskey Girl. I used to visit here pretty often when I was single.#41 & #42. Outback. This resort has two nice bars, the Billabong, and the Pool Bar.#43. Snackbar. I used to come here often, but had trouble with a 450 peso glass of wine.#44. SB2. Upstairs is a disco bar that doesn’t open until 8 p.m. I don’t like disco and I don’t like the hours.
And that is all the bars on the National Highway in Barretto. We’ll do Baloy Beach (also technically part of Barretto) tomorrow.
Swan had a busy day doing good deeds.
That included a visit to Tibag Elementary School to deliver a candy donationIt appears to have gone well.
When she returned home, Swan and our neighbor, Vina, set to work on preparations for next week’s charity event at the Aeta village in Naugsol.
That included sorting the 25-kilo rice bags into 150 family-size bags to be handed out.
Since Swan was otherwise occupied, I had a rare evening out on the town on my own. The owner of Snackbar had asked if I had any dart equipment I didn’t need, so I dropped off some flights and shafts to be used in the bar. And since I was there anyway (and didn’t require wine for Swan) I ordered a beer.
The welcoming committeeA good size crowd outsideI sat at the small barAnd as is my style, I sent one of the gals next door to 7-Eleven for ice cream cones (none for me, of course)
Two beers later I was on my way to visit Alaska. The bar, I mean. Only stayed for one there. Then, I finished my time out at Green Room, where I had a 50% off coupon to use. I even played the rare game of pool while I was there. And lost, of course.
I indulged my appetite with these chicken tacos from Sit-n-Bull. They were not a wise choice calorie-wise, but we all have our weak moments.
Then I headed home to see my hard-working sweetheart. And thus ended another Thursday.
A too hungry day, it seems.
Today’s weigh-in results:
Last week: 240.6
This week: 237.9
Down 2.7 pounds
November 1: 267.1
Overall loss: 29.2 pounds
Progress!
No memories to speak of for today, so let’s look at a YouTube showing what a shithole Manila is. There are some nice parts of town, but I still wouldn’t want to live there. That’s not to say similar poverty doesn’t exist here, but it seems to be on a smaller scale somehow.
And on to the humor:
Stop, you’re killing me!Some things are worth waiting forThat’s about as horny as you can get!
Gonna do the SOB at Wet Spot this evening and that ought to fill those Friday hours yet to be expended. More to come tomorrow.
I said there were no memories today, but I did post this video thirteen years ago:
But things turned out good enough, I suppose. So, I was tasked with leading the Wednesday Walkers group hike yesterday, but I was pretty much out of fresh ideas. Since no one else had a better plan, I chose to do a Naugsol valley walk. We started with an unpleasant walk on the always busy Sawmill Road, then made our way through San Isidro to the valley path I had in mind. Except, it was blocked by a newly constructed fence. The flat way around that obstacle was flooded with water, so we headed up the hill. I figured we’d go up, around, and back down, but I figured wrong. No such route seemed to exist. So, we just continued on to the top of the hill, and as we descended the other side, I knew where we were once again. Our new route led us to the My Bitch trail, and that’s how we completed our 6.5K walk.
This week’s iteration of the Wednesday WalkersEntering San Isidro via Sawmill Road. Should have gone the back way through Alta Vista.Instead, we dodged cars, trucks, and trikes on the narrow road.Over Bridge #1And onto the comparatively quiet backstreets No idea why this chicken crossed the roadAlmost to the valleyOnly to discover our normal route is blocked and we couldn’t find an alternative pathTime to explore some other optionsA climb I hadn’t planned on, but it was not so badAnd our efforts were rewarded with views like thisAnd thisRob is contemplating the age-old question of where do we go from here.We wound up on My Bitch and ran into the landowner of this property. He invited us to take a rest and enjoy his view.A very welcoming and friendly guy whose name I’ve already forgotten.His humble abodeAh, an eggplantThe bitchy high grass section of our trailNearing the end of the lineThe route of our journey
Meanwhile, our preparation for the December 27 feeding in Alabang continues.
Boxes full of candyBags of rice, canned goods, and drinks are beginning to pile up.
Swan does the shopping, and I do the paying. This is just another aspect of our 50-50 relationship.
Swan cooks lunch, and I eat it. 50-50!
I’ve decided to start a new Wednesday evening routine by visiting a bar that is not in my regular rotation. I kicked off this effort yesterday at Cheap Charlies.
At one time, I was a regular here. I stopped coming when wine wasn’t available for Swan. They have now rectified that problem.The view hasn’t changedIt’s nice to sit and watch the passersby. One of them looks a little familiar.Nope, not her.The inside viewAll my old waitress friends are gone now, but the bartender and cashier still remember me.And some Hash buddies stopped in as part of their weekly barhop
When it was time for some grub, we crossed the busy highway and dined at Sit-n-Bull.
I’d never heard of a pulled pork chef salad before, but I gave it a try. It was amazingly tasty, and I ate every last bite.
We did our nightcap next door at Wet Spot and had our usual pleasant visit with our regulars, Beth and Irene. Aine arrived just as we were leaving and missed out on the lady drinks. Oh well, actions have consequences.
Another day of goal achievement.
Now for some memories courtesy of Facebook:
Thirteen years ago, I lived a life of domestic bliss at my paid-for house in Columbia, South Carolina. Damn, I thought I would die there. I guess a part of me did.
Ten years ago, I shared this excerpt from a poem I liked:
For I shall always let thee do, In generous love, just what I please. Peace comes, and discord flies away, Love’s bright day follows hatred’s night; For I am ready to admit That you are wrong and I am right.
I read it to Swan this morning, but she didn’t find it nearly as funny as I did.
Seven years ago, in the fields outside of Pyeongtaek, they were harvesting a crop of giant marshmallows.
So, I posted this on my Facebook page yesterday and made some lefty heads explode:
Ex-wife #3 was especially offended. I guess calling Trump Hitler is okay, but don’t you dare say anything bad about Obama. Strange how that works.
I’m taking a break today from the losers in the Philippines and enjoying some photos from the good ol’ days I experienced back in the 20th century. Yeah, that’s what old people do, I know.
Humor time:
What the L is he talking about?Ask your Aunt Flo from Redlands…I toed you so!
This morning, while Swan was delivering candy to the school in Tibag, I took a 7K stroll through Barretto and Baloy and photographed every bar in town. Almost all of them were closed, of course, but we have over fifty bars to choose from here. That’s nearly a year of Wednesdays! I’ll share them in a separate post tomorrow.
And here’s one of those ’70s classics I loved back in the day. Hell, hadn’t heard it in years, and it still sounds as good as ever!
A busier-than-normal Tuesday is behind me, but there will be much more to do as the upcoming holidays pose more challenges, especially to the pocketbook. Well, it’s a blessing to be blessed and to share those blessings with others. I wired 16,000 pesos to my friend in Bohol to finance an annual feeding she does for the less fortunate ones there. Swan was asked for a candy donation for the kids at Tibag Elementary School, so that went on the shopping list. And this year, we will host a feeding event for 150 residents of the Aeta native village in Alabang on December 27. Swan is out shopping for the rice as I write this. I’ve also got to fill envelopes for the subdivision guards, maintenance crew, and trash collectors.
‘Tis the season
Oh, and in the Philippines, it is a thing that the folks you employ should receive a “thirteenth month” payment. That’s basically a Christmas bonus equivalent to a month’s salary. I’ve already paid both my helpers and my driver their thirteenth-month wages.
So, after being picked up by my driver, the first order of business on Tuesday morning was giving Mama her daily allowance of 100 pesos and two breakfast muffins. Then we stopped at 7-Eleven, and I raided the ATM for my weekly 40,000 peso draw. My next stop was in Olongapo City at the Immigration Office, where I renewed my tourist visa for another sixty days without incident. With that task completed, we went to a repair shop across the street to see if they could cure what’s been ailing my phone’s charging port. A thousand pesos later, it was as good as new. The candy list included Christmas lollipops that can apparently only be found at a particular grocery stand a few kilometers from where we were, so off we went. We will be handing those out on the Hash Candy Run this Monday. The bags of goodies for the Tibag school and kids in Alabang are found further up the road at a different grocery store, and we successfully stocked up there as well.
The candy portion of our shopping spree is done, and my wallet is 6000 pesos lighter.
And then, it was off to Royal for the groceries.
It took two carts this week for some reasonOuch!
Anyway, the month will be over soon, and my New Year’s resolution is to exercise some frugality and rebuild my depleted savings account in time for next December.
I got back home from the above adventures too late to do my normal neighborhood walk, so I took a nap instead. Then, I blogged before heading out for my chelation treatment with Dr. Jo. I guess I didn’t fully understand the process. The first two treatments were injections; this time, it was an IV bag. It took longer and cost more (3500 versus 2000 pesos). Dr. Jo explained that the injections are to clean my innards, and the IV fluid is to restore the good things the injections wash away. Okay, then.
It being Tuesday and all, we headed out to Baloy to spend some time on the floating bar. Once again, it was surprisingly busy. I’m glad to see they are doing well. The Arizona floating bar is due to reopen soon, so that may have some impact on business at Kokomo’s.
Riding the raft to the floaterThose clouds mean I won’t be watching the sun go downStanding tall. At least until a wave hits.Vina, our next door neighbor, came out to join us.Welcome aboard!Nice of you to join us.No sundown, but some nice color in the sky to enjoy.
When it was time to eat, we made our usual Tuesday stop at Treasure Island.
Vina wanted to do a pre-dinner tequila shot. I declined, but Swan joined her.Down the hatch!Burt, the owner of Treasure Island, came by to welcome us. Vina and her husband are regulars here, bringing the kids out a couple oftimes a week to enjoy the pool.I had a hamburger steak with a small baked potato for dinner.Good times!
We had one more after-dinner drink and then shared a trike ride home to Alta Vista. I did my pudding thing and was safe in bed at 8:30. I’m such a lightweight these days, especially on gin nights.
That deficit should more than make up for Monday’s overindulgence.
This photo from ten years ago popped up in today’s Facebook memories:
Brother can you spare a dime?
Question everything.
Still, a car seatbelt is pretty much just common sense. On the motorcycle, you wear a helmet. I’m all for pushing back on insanity like lockdowns and facemasks, but there is a difference between being a rebel and being stupid.
For today’s YouTube, we’ll stick with the poverty theme. Here’s how you can eat cheaply in the Philippines. I’m not a big fan of the food here, but you can get lots for a little.
Laughing is free at least:
You should get one of those round tuits.When it rains, it pours, and when it snows, it flows.One time I thought I was wrong, but I was mistaken.
And now, it’s time to stop looking back at yesterday and embrace whatever the rest of today may bring. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.
As I mentioned yesterday, I accepted an invitation to join in a feeding and toy giveaway event hosted by the RSL (Returned Services League, the Australian VFW). I’m technically a member, having joined a couple of years ago, but I’ve not actively participated in their charity events. Swan’s sister and brother-in-law brought us with them to the far reaches of Cawag, an area I’d never visited. It was a successful endeavor, with three hundred bags of food and rice distributed and toys and candy provided for a similar number of children. I have lots of photos to share, so let’s get to it:
They way to get thereWe met up here and then followed the leader to the event location, a few kilometers down the road.The end of the roadSome of the other RSL membersThe town members begin to arriveHanging the bannersI pitched in where I couldGetting organizedThe toy boxesSwan and I provided three hundred Christmas lollipops for the kidsThree hundred bags of canned goods and other food itemsAnd a sack of rice for each of the recipients.Final preparationsSanta Claus arrivesThe children look on expectantlyThe locals performed a traditional dance for our entertainmentAnd then it was time for the kids to line up for their toys and treatsThe view from the end of the lineSwan’s nieces and nephew handed out the juice drinks and lollipopsSweet tooth satisfaction
The kids’ line went relatively quickly. The adults getting food bags were given a numbered card and called up in order, which took quite a bit longer. Having nothing better to do, I took a hike down to the river with the members of Swan’s family.
The river roadHurry up, Swan!I was a bit disappointed with this section of the river, but loved the mountain view.Then we saw this path, so we took it.Where’s the water?Hmm, a shanty village?Ah, I see. Some riverside picnic spotsAnd a nice swimming holeA bridge over troubled waters?More swimmers down streamSwan and her clan on a rocky islandBrother-in-law Jack taking in the view
Honestly, I was rather impressed with the makeshift huts and picnic shelters. I might come back here someday just to hang out and sip some cold beverages. But not this time. We needed to get back to the event and wrap things up.
It’s all so beautifulMe: “Swan, look that way.” Her: “Okay, but why?”“Because I need to pee!”Back in time to see the final goodie bags being dispensed.
On the way back home, we stopped at a roadside viewpoint.
The view from there. That’s Kalaklan Ridge in the hazy distance.Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder. But it was a nice morning helping the folks who made this event possible by putting in the time and effort to gather the food and toys and demonstrate the season’s spirit.
Of course, the day was far from over for us. We took a nap, I blogged, and then we headed out for some beach time. Our first stop was the seldom-visited McCoy’s. We know one of the staff there, and she wanted to talk to us about some Baloy beachfront properties for lease. Well, I’d love to set Swan up with the Rite Spot On The Beach, but it’s really just a dream. What she showed us yesterday was way too much money for something that wouldn’t suit our purposes. No expectations, so no disappointment. I’d probably jump at the chance to convert McCoy’s into something viable, but the current owner is not interested in letting it go.
I saw some pussy eating during my visit to McCoy’s.
We went next door to the new Baywatch venue to see how they are progressing. Hmm. The downstairs bar/restaurant is still vacant. The door leading to the upstairs bar was open, so we climbed up there to have a look. Um, we walked in, and nobody was there. I don’t mean there weren’t customers; I didn’t expect any. There was no staff present to serve us. I guess they were closed but hadn’t bothered to lock the place up or something. Meanwhile, they had a videoke machine set up in the open outdoor area downstairs, and someone was blasting bad singing at high volume. Nope, I wouldn’t have stayed even if they were open for business. It seems to me this venue has taken a GIANT step backward.
So, now what? Swan likes a barefoot beach stroll, so I suggested we head down the beach to Laharnyz. And, of course, she was all-in for that idea.
A girl in her elementThis homeless foreigner was walking on the beach.The Laharnyz bartender called out to him and gave him a plate of food. Man, what a life that must be.You can see the floating bar from here
I have come to really like the vibe at Laharnyz. I confessed to Swan that I enjoy it more than Kon-Tiki, except they don’t have food service (I guess unless you are homeless). Swan said she likes the view here better, and when we get hungry, we can always walk up the beach to Treasure Island. And when the hunger pangs came, that’s just what we did.
And on our way to Treasure Island, we passed by a brand new venue on the beach.
Now, this place has potential. We briefly chatted with the man behind the bar, who said their hours are from 8 p.m. until 2 a.m. Hmm. Well, that doesn’t work for me, but good luck with that.I’m not even sure what this place’s name is. Perhaps they have signage out front on the street.And remember that moon in the sky, I’ll get back to that soon.
So, we shared a platter of chicken wings at Treasure Island and enjoyed some live music from the Engine Band. Then we headed home, where my gelatin dessert was waiting for me. And so ended a different kind of day, but a satisfying one.
Now, there is something to be said for my “early to bed, early to rise” lifestyle. While we were on the beach, I had the pleasure to witness this:
I never get tired of watching the sun go down
This morning, I woke up even earlier than usual and was rewarded with this vision outside my window:
That moon I had seen from the beach must have followed me homeAnd by golly, I was in for a moonset!And it wasn’t done yet!Yep, it was coming out of the cloud and heading for the mountainNothing like being treated to a double moonset!Thanks for the wake-up show!
Oh, Pubic Head posted this picture from Friday’s Hash Christmas party:
The only contest I participated in involved swinging an eggplant and knocking a bottle across the finish line. I beat Swan, and our team won the match!
I got hungry at the feeding and snacked on four small pieces of candy. When I looked up the calorie count later, they were 45 calories each! Ouch!
I still managed to stay on track overall.
Today’s entry in the Korea chapter of The Story of My Life comes from January 2005 and tells the tale of my very first weekend in Itaewon. One tale I didn’t tell (I was still married to wife #3 at the time) involved my first experience with lady drinks. I no longer recall the name of the bar, but it was open in the afternoon, and I needed to pee, so in I went. After taking care of that business, I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. A few minutes later, a friendly gal came and sat next to me, and we began to chat. Since I was a newcomer, she gave me information on places to see and things to do in Korea. Being the gentleman that I was, when I ordered another beer, I asked if she would like a drink. She gladly accepted my offer. We sat there for a couple more hours talking and drinking, and it was all quite enjoyable. I was surprised how a random Korean female could be so kind to a stranger. And when it was time for me to pay up and head back to the Army base (I was staying at the Dragon Hill Lodge), I got my tab and about had a heart attack. It was $300! WTF? Turns out, her drinks were twenty bucks each! Well, it’s a good thing I had a credit card in my wallet. An expensive lesson, but tuition in the school of experience is never cheap! You can click the link above if you’d like to hear about my house hunting and first dining experience in a traditional Korean restaurant.
Ain’t it the truth:
The dark ages are right around the corner
My dating days are hopefully over and done with, but for any readers who may still be searching for “the one,” The Filipina Pea has some insights and advice on dating Filipinas. Good luck to you!
To the humor we must go:
I thought this was funny (I used to live in Arkansas, a whole other chapter in my life story):
A Letter From A Redneck Mother To Her Son
Dear Son,
I’m writing this slow ’cause I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home, so we moved. Won’t be able to send you the address as the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers with them for their house, so they wouldn’t have to change their address.
This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven’t seen ’em since.
It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.
The coat you wanted me to send to you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.
We got a bill from the funeral home, and it said if we didn’t make the final payment on Grandma’s funderal bill, up she comes.
About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I haven’t found out whether if it is a boy or a girl so don’t know if you are an Aunt or Uncle.
Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to get him out, but he fought them off playfully, so he drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving and the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other 2 drowned. They couldn’t get the tail gate down.
Not much more news this time. Nothing much happened. If you don’t get this letter, please let me know and I will send another one.
Love, Ma
Hope this one is not too spicy.It took me WAY too long to get this one.
Alrighty, then. Time for me to feed the Hideaway girls. Then I’ll join my lovely lady for dinner at John’s place. I’ll be back with more tomorrow.
Another fun-filled day doing the things I enjoy the most–hiking and drinking!
Only five came out for our pre-party hikeKept it simple with a stroll on the My Bitch trail.GrassyNot so grassyThe Easter Mountain viewChicken on a stickThanksgiving survivorA cookie deliveryThe view from here
And then things took a turn. The females (mom and daughter) took the route down Rizal Extension because that’s where they live. Us menfolk continued on to the trail that used to lead down to Marian Hills. Except the trail is no longer there. Someone has fenced it off. We tried to find a way around unsuccessfully, so we retreated and looked for a different route down. I tried to find a path I had taken in the past, but things were overgrown and unfamiliar. We did our best, including some bushwhacking, and eventually found a route back down to our intended destination.
It’s all downhill from here, boysI’ve thought that marking a trail with these ribbons is tantamount to littering because they don’t wash away like other markings. Yesterday, it was a relief to see that we had found an actual Hash trail from the past.Back on flat ground at lastA tad over 6K all told
Back home for some rest and a shower, then Swan and I departed for the Hash Christmas party at Rowena’s Beach Resort in Barretto. The party (and drinking) started at 1:00, which is way too early for me, but Christmas parties only happen once a year, so I got into the spirits.
That would be usOur compadres in crimeHanging with the boysAnd the gals did their thingYogini manned the grill, firing up some sausages and pork chopsEverything came out tastyChillaxin’ with my galAnd then the games commenced. This one involved feeding a banana to a teammate while blindfoldedAnd this was a contest to see which guy sucked the bestTime was passingClothes were dispensed withAnd bikini dancing commencedBy nightfall, I was feeling no pain. And Swan was drunker than I was, a rare event.
We triked on home before we had anything to regret in the morning.
My pudding was delivered in my absence. I’m glad I had the foresight to leave the money on the counter—seventeen boxes for 3500 pesos.But last night’s dessert was gelatin
Is there any shame in admitting I went to bed at 7:30?
Twelve San Mig Zeros and still managed to come in under the calorie cap. Unless I counted wrong.
Today, I have a post from the travel chapter in The Story of My Life. Twenty years ago, my then-wife and I took a trip to Istanbul, Turkey. It was unlike any place I’d ever been, and I really enjoyed the adventure.
Eight years ago, I was supervising the Christmas decoration installation in our office on Yongsan Garrison.
Today’s YouTube video is about another expat loser in the Philippines. I can’t imagine allowing myself to suffer the consequences that are for the most part self-inflicted.
And on to the humor:
Makes me wonder where that dinner came from…Must have been a tight squeezeSeeing that made them hard as stone
I had a surprise to start the day. Swan asked me to join her at an RSL charity event in the Cawag area. I’d been in the vicinity before, but never that far out. I’ll have pictures of that experience to share here tomorrow. And now, Baloy Beach is in my immediate future. More on that tomorrow as well.
I have the Friday group hike coming up at 0900, and the Hash Christmas party is a 1:00, so it is now or never if I’m going to dispense my daily dose of bullshit here at LTG. So, let’s get to it.
At my age, every day is special, and yesterday was no exception. That’s not to say I did anything special, but I still enjoyed filling in the hours, however comfortably and well. We did a walk to the Subic Market and dispensed some sweets to the children we encountered along the way. Swan picked up her Christmas present from me while we were there. Later, we enjoyed a nice dinner at Jewel Cafe and some liquid refreshments in the Green Room afterward. Yep, just another typical day in paradise. Here’s some of what it looked like:
Heading out for our trekBeth, head waitress at Wet Spot, joined us for the hikeFirst delivery of the dayThe writing on the wall. Something doesn’t add up here.As close as we got to Easter Mountain this time.You are welcome!We didn’t expect to see so many kids out on a school day. Not sure what’s up with that.On the streets of CalapacuanA scenic river Walking the plankA peaceful fish pondHighway walking with a couple of slowpokesThe back way to the market is more pleasant than the highwayHe was born when I was in high school. Way too young to go.And there is the Subic Market in the distanceSubic townThe goodies for this week’s Candy WalkMy walk app offers three sets of maps from which to choose. This is the satellite version.The standard versionAnd my favorite is the hybrid. Our journey was just a tad under 8K yesterday.
And here is my gift to Swan:
An electric vehicle. Practically a steal at just over $1500.00.Front and rear seatingThe rear-endAnd the dashboard
To be honest, I’m a little worried about her driving this on the highway. Traffic moves fast, and these are slow. But she is a grown-up with a driver’s license, so hopefully, she’ll exercise good judgment on the road.
When it was time to head into town, we walked. Walk out, trike home is just the way I roll.
Beauty in the skyBeauty on the streetBeauty on the dinner plate.
We both had the Jewel filet mignon for 499 pesos each. It’s a small cut but very tasty. The last time we ate these, they had gravy on the meat; this time, I ordered it on the side. And plopping the steak on top of the mashed potatoes was something I’d never seen. It was easy enough to move it, but it just seemed strange.
So, I calculated that I could afford to indulge the potato calories. I limited my evening intake to six gin and sodas. And when I got home, I discovered I was out of my preferred sugar-free pudding dessert. So, I made a batch of blueberry/pineapple smoothies instead.
And that put me over the top. Oops. Well, my pudding order should arrive tomorrow, and Swan made some sugar-free gelatin for tonight.
And the Friday weigh-in results:
Today’s weight: 240.6
Last week: 245.2
Reduction: 4.6 pounds.
Starting weight: 267.1
Overall reduction: 26.5 pounds
Slow but steady progress. At least I’m moving in the right direction.
Today’s memories courtesy of Facebook:
Eleven years ago, I was enjoying suburban life in my Columbia, SC house. Damn, don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone…Nine years ago, there was a parade in Itaewon to celebrate the birth of the pedophile Mohammed. I got in trouble at work for calling him that on my blog. But how else do you describe someone who married a 12-year-old?
No time for me to parse a YouTube video today. Sorry!
I do have these tidbits of humor to share:
Dude, nothing beats the real thing!More proof that size doesn’t matter.Anything is possible, Spock.
And that’s all for now, folks. Back tomorrow (I hope).
The hourglass that is your lifetime comes in many sizes; in most cases, the bigger, the better. If a grain of sand is the equivalent to a day in the life, here’s what my particle of yesterday looked like:
Feeling like a king doing the grocery shopping at Royal.A discounted Nativity scene. Yeah, I don’t believe that story either.Home from shopping, I embarked on a 4K neighborhood walk on the streets of Alta Vista.
Then, I was off to an appointment with Dr. Jo for the second installment of my chelation therapy. Other than getting a needle poke for the injection, it was pretty painless. This will likely be a regular event for the next several weeks. It’s 2000 pesos a pop, but if it helps clear those blocked arteries, it is worth the time and money.
It being Tuesday, Baloy Beach was next on our agenda.
Toes in the sand againThe floating bar view. As I expected, the cloud cover precluded seeing the sunset.A gin and soda night for meA batch of my brownies for the brown knees on boardSwan and Lizza (the Kokomo owner’s spouse)A quiet Tuesday on the beach, but it was surprisingly busy on the floating barI didn’t get to see the sun go down behind the mountain, but it left a colorful sky for me to enjoyGoodbye until next weekNext stop, Treasure IslandSwan had tacos for dinnerAnd I couldn’t resist the beef enchiladas. I only ate one last night and saved the other for breakfast. That’s how you divide and conquer those calories!
So, I mentioned a while back that Swan had bought some almond flour and keto sugar. Yesterday, she put her new ingredients to work and baked a carrot cake.
It came out looking like a regular carrot cake does.This slice was my dessert when we got home last night.
I’m sorry to say, looks can be deceiving. It tasted dry and unsweet, lacking the flavorful richness I’m accustomed to. That small slice cost me 180 calories, and it was unsatisfying to my sweet tooth. Needless to say, I won’t be tempted to indulge again.
Another under-budget day
One year ago, the next step in my recovery from nasal nodule surgery was removing the internal bandages.
Not a pretty sight and it was painful as well.
Today’s YouTube video is from one of my favorite vloggers, The Filipina Pea. In this installment, she responds to viewers’ emails in a fashion reminiscent of Dear Abby. Some of the situations these guys get into with their Filipinas are so bad as to be almost funny. Not that I have any room to talk. My biggest diversion (perversion?) was dating the eighteen-year-old and not grasping how weird it truly was until my granddaughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Nope, I couldn’t continue on that road after that. Still, I never even considered asking out the mother of a girl I had been dating like one of Pea’s fans. Pea is wise beyond her years in the advice she provides.
If that wasn’t funny enough, how about these:
That’s one of my old jokes, captured in a meme. Oh well, I stole it from somewhere anyway. My version was: Forget the past; it can’t be changed. Forget the future; it’s a mystery. Forget the present, I didn’t get you one.I guess that’s one form of datingIt seems Olive is always trying to make it hard on Popeye.
So, I had a good hike this morning and have no plans as yet for this evening. Something special is coming here to LTG tomorrow. I hope you’ll come back and read all about it.
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future
Goodbye to you, Pozorrubio. Perhaps we will meet again next year.
Well I woke up Sunday mornin', with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more, for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet, for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair and, stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I’m no Kris Kristofferson, so after my forgotten Saturday night, my head didn’t hurt, and I didn’t have a beer for breakfast. Maybe I should have.
Remnants from my drunken shopping at 7-Eleven the night before sufficed for my Sunday morning breakfast. Actually, the Snickers bar is “only” 279 calories, and it satisfied my hunger until we were back home for a proper lunch.
We rode home with Tiny Cunt (Keith) and his girl for a comfortable two-and-a-half-hour trip. Along the way, we passed the cleanest city in the Philippines.
Sorry for the blurry photo; it was taken at high speed on the expressway.I’ve heard lots of talk about Concepcion being “immaculate.” (Yes, I went through all that effort just to make this lame joke, but that’s the way I roll.)
Anyway, we arrived home a little after eleven. Swan prepared a nice ribeye steak and broccoli lunch, and then I got to work on yesterday’s massive post. When I finished that, it was time to prepare myself for my Sunday evening endeavors.
Dinner for the five Hideaway gals delivered from Jewel Cafe lightened my wallet by 1500 pesos.
Hideaway had a decent crowd, so that was good to see. The girls enjoyed their food and thanked me profusely. I had two gin and sodas, then headed across the highway to John’s Place for dinner with my sweetheart.
That would be her.The view from John’s when I arrived.And a bit later after sundown.I continued my calorie splurge by satisfying my craving for birria tacos. Three to a serving, but I gave one of them to Swan, thereby limiting the damage to 400 calories. Oh, and I washed it down with a gin and soda.
With dinner over and done with, we moseyed up the highway to The Green Room to enjoy our nightcap. Swan brought some of John’s delicious chicken wings to share with our favorites there. Three more gin and sodas, and we called it a night. I satiated my sweet tooth with some canned cranberries, then hit the hay.
That’s three days in a row I exceeded my calorie goal. I’ll try to do better this week.And eat less!
Here are a few other photos from my weekend on the farm:
The hotel we stayed in this year. Last year at The Mansion was more to my liking.Is it RDT or J’adore Grand? If they don’t know, I sure as hell don’t, although the trike drivers call it RDT.A view from my third-floor room. The room wasn’t much better, and the wifi sucked.That’s our room with the towels in the window. I told Swan the housekeeper would bring fresh towels, and Swan said, “What if no one comes to clean?” Turns out, she was right.Heading out to start our Saturday with Haggis Bash Hash. If you read yesterday’s post, you already know how it ended for me.Our Hash host and farm owner, Honeydew.Christmas decorations down on the farm. Well, I brought the lady with me.That’s my fat gut at the Friday circleAnd my drunk ass at Saturday night’s after-Hash gathering of the Subic Bay contingent.
So, been there, done that, got the t-shirt:
And life goes on until it doesn’t.
Speaking of which, this was my life twelve years ago:
A cigarette in my hand and a wife at my side. Everything changes, not always for the better.
It was good to see that our soon-to-be former President is being appropriately honored by the USPS:
Today’s YouTube video once again raises the question of why some folks are quitting the Philippines. I don’t know anyone bailing for other than medical issues, but maybe my circle knew the things the vlogger identifies and came anyway. I know nothing here took me by surprise. Sure, there are frustrations, but that would be true wherever I lived.
And now the jokes are on me:
Sounds more like “All In The Family” than “Star Trek”Talk about an asswhuppin’And now we’ve covered both sidesof the spectrum
Hash Monday has arrived once again. Leech My Nuggets is the Hare, and the On-Home will take place at his house here in Alta Vista. Leech is one of the best when it comes to a well-marked trail, which I always appreciate. He also provided my fellow short cutter, Pubic Head, with a map in advance so we could plot our deviations. And so we have done. I’ll let you know how that works out for us tomorrow.
I came across today’s music video in my Facebook memories. Arizona was the best place I’ve ever lived (at least in the USA), and this song has always had a special place in my heart. It’s from the opening credits of the movie Junior Bonner and was filmed in Prescott, the town where I used to live. The songwriter and performer, Rod Hart, played in a bar band in Prescott and I had the pleasure of seeing him perform live on several occasions. Give it a listen:
Morning, Arizona morning
Almost sets me free
Makes me glad to be alive
Wondering, why I started wandering
Should have stayed right here
Underneath the clear blue skiesSadness, changing now to gladness
With the rustle of the breeze
Through the pinon trees where I lay
In the morning, Arizona morning
A place where I can smile
And see a hundred miles away
The birds are flying high above the morning
Singing to the colors of the dawn
And in my mind, I hear a gentle warning
You've been a rounder and a rambler much too longAnd a rover, wishing it was over
All my battles won, resting in the sun this way
In the morning, Arizona morning
Coming home today, wishing I could stay
Wishing I could stay
Here’s the movie (slightly shorter) version that I had posted on Facebook all those years ago:
And I also came across this short video talking about some of the backstage shenanigans that resulted in a bar band performer doing the opening song in a Sam Peckinpah film:
In a rush this morning before my departure for the weekend adventure at the Haggis Hash up north in Pangasinan. The low down on yesterday was taking Swan on her longest hike yet…nearly 10K. The best moment for me was when she told me she had been ready to quit as we walked uphill on the highway at about the 6K point, but once we started strolling along the riverside, it was fun again. We finished up at a restaurant in Calapandayan we’ve been wanting to try and enjoyed our meals and the view.
Heading out. Swan knew we were going to Subic town but didn’t know we were going the back way, which is about twice as far.These are customers from our Sunday Candy Walk. The mother asked Swan to be a Godmother to her baby, and Swan agreed to do so.Can you see the cabin in the woods?Flowers are on de vine!These are pretty, tooIt had been months since Swan passed this way, but that kid (see him?) saw her and came runningSwan did some heavy lifting on this hikeRice fields are ready for plantingOver Bridge #4River crossingThe ass side of Easter MountainThe road where Swan began to lose her enthusiasm for the hikeStill a long way to goGetting it doneBe grateful for all that you haveOn the riversideComing to a beach near me soonWhat a coincidence. Both were born in January 1958, and both died this past week. Both are younger than me, too. RIP.Can you guess what I read when I first saw this sign?Off the highway and into an alley for a much more serene walkA narrow passage back to the highwayAnd then lunch at EzekielsIt was good with my girlfriend, tooBayside viewsBayside livingBayside diningAs seen from our tableSome of the menu selectionsCarbonaro for SwanShe seemed to enjoy itI did the honey garlic chicken wings and found them quite tasty.I shared the bones with a stray cat under our tableThe route we took
Later in the day, we paid a rare visit to Cheap Charlies. I reasoned that I could get a fairly priced gin and soda, and if we got hungry, we could order some food from Foodies, the restaurant on the ground floor. And that is just what we did!
It had been a long time since I enjoyed a delicious bowl of beef stew.
Swan ordered something called Kare Kare, a Filipino stew. I forgot to get a photo. Sorry!
A view from Cheap Charlies
We did our nightcap at Wet Spot, where I enjoyed chatting with the owner, Daddy Dave.
Another day under plan
A little bit of a disappointment at this morning’s weigh-in: 245.2, down only three ounces since December 1. Overall, I’ve lost 21.9 pounds since beginning the diet on November 1. In more positive signs, my belly circumference is down an inch to 48 and two inches off the waist to 44. I’m getting there.
Here is how I looked fifty years ago:
I reckon those days are gone forever. At least until God grants my “do-over” request.
Gotta skip the YouTube video today…no time!
That was a speedy tripAt least you didn’t lose your rein, dear boy.What a crusher!
Okay, I need to pack up the laptop, as my ride will be arriving shortly. I’ll post updates during the weekend as time allows.
The Wednesday Walkers took a long thirty-minute Jeepney ride out to Castillejos and proceeded to do an almost 8K stroll on the backroads of town. It’s almost crazy the lengths we will go to in order to see some relatively new scenery. There, I made this post title somewhat sensible now, right? Here are some photos from our journey:
Exiting the JeepneyPosing for the group shotLet the roadwork beginAre we having fun yet?I’ve been known to worship light beerGovic Highway, let me slip away on you…The wide open roadA more pleasant stretch of roadA horny carabaoFaking a leg injuryDirt is better than pavement for walkingTaking in the viewMarching onSaluting the Wednesday WalkersA peaceful village of shantiesCountry livingThe way ahead seems peaceful enoughNature’s archIn Flanders fields?This pink teddy appears to be escapingAnd then we came upon this huge, vacant, haunted-looking mansion. I’d love to know the story behind this.Always look both ways before crossingWe had planned to conclude our hike with lunch at Mad Willies. Alas, the hours have changed and now they don’t open until noon.But we had the good fortune to catch a passing Victory Liner bus for the ride back to Barretto. Air-conditioned comfort is much better than a Jeepney for only 20 pesos more.We wound up having our lunch and liquid refreshments at It Doesn’t Matter. It’s all good!We went thataway!
Swan and I spent a good portion of our Wednesday evening at BarCelona.
The view from our regular perchLooks like Mama has a homeless friendMy dateMe and my dateWho cut the fart?Then we moved out to the rooftop areaThe space between By The Sea and Central Park Reef resortsLooking up the highwayAnd looking down the highwayA colorful sky
We had our nightcap downstairs at Green Room. We shared a table with my friend Tom, who regaled me with stories from the good ol’ days in Barretto (he’s been here for twenty-five years). It’s tame here by comparison to what he termed “the Wild West,” when things were a lot crazier. I’ll take it the way it is, thank you very much.
We ordered our dinner to take out from Sit-n-Bull.
The options for a dieter exclude my usual favorites. I had these ham slices with a side of coleslaw.
But you do what you gotta do, right?
I did manage to come in under my target goal
I’ll do my weekly weigh-in in the morning. The last pair of shorts I bought had a size 42 waist. When I loosened my belt as I prepared for bed, the shorts dropped to the floor, still fully buttoned. I’ll take that as a good sign!
Today’s memory is the view from my apartment window in Seoul twelve years ago:
That’s snow, not fog. And speaking of fog, I’m not sure if that’s from my apartment or not. It doesn’t look familiar to me now. Plus, I think we were higher up. Oh well.
Today’s YouTube video gives a glimpse of life in Barretto in 1992 when it was still the “Wild West.”
And the daily dose of humor:
Hey, I resemble that remark!It’s more than a feelingThat pun crashed on takeoff. Sorry!
I’m not sure what’s in store for this evening, but tomorrow morning, I’ll be heading to Pozorrubio in the province of Pangasinan to participate in this year’s running of the Haggis Hash. It’s always good to get out of town for a change of pace. Don’t worry, I’ll be posting my lame crap from there so my loyal reader(s) won’t miss out on the fun!