Circle game

And round and round we go. Another Sunday fun day in the life. Here are the highlights:

I accompanied Swan on our weekly candy walk. This time, we brought twice as much candy, and I plotted a much longer course. Alas, we dispensed all we could carry in a mere six kilometers (last week, it was five). Still, we brightened the day of a lot of poor youngins, and that’s what it is all about.

Let’s get started!
The Wednesday Walkers plan to tackle that mountain this week.
On a quest to deliver sweet goodness.
The first of many deliveries.
A primrose path?
Come on down and get some!
I saw several guys walking with their roosters; I assume heading for a cockfight. No shit, without thinking, I asked this guy if I could take a picture of his cock. Thankfully, he understood what I meant.
One of the nicer places in this neighborhood.
Here kiddies kiddies
Trade you a chocolate for a smile…deal?
The local folks play a pool-like game using wooden poker chips on a tabletop.
“Hooray! The candy lady is here!”
This guy was nursing his wounded cock…must have lost the fight.
Sunday morning hustle bustle
Home again with empty bags and a full heart
The path we walked this week.

Swan spent the afternoon with some friends in Naugsol, and I took care of the Sunday feeding at Hideaway. As usual, we met up again on the Arizona floating bar.

The Sunday afternoon scene on Barretto Beach.
My destination dead ahead. That big sailboat on the right was something new. Appeared to be half a dozen guys just sitting on deck watching the scene. Didn’t even see a beer in hand. I’ll take the floater, please!
Waiting on my baby
And keeping an eye on the sun
Ah, here she comes now!
I dispensed some sweetness in the form of Choco Pies and lady drinks.
Here we go again
Thanks for the show!
And as an added bonus, after the sun went down, this full moon appeared above the Kalaklan Ridge.
See you next time!

We had our nightcap at Mugshots and then popped into Sit-n-Bull for some takeout. I was in bed before nine and woke up early to see this guy peeking in my window.

Yep, that’s the same one I saw above Kalaklan Ridge the evening before. He sure does get around.
Am I really doing a sunset and a moonset in the same post?
Why, yes. Yes, I am!

I won’t be attending today’s Hash. Instead, I’m going to the pool party at Treasure Island. It’s an SOB-like event, except the girls are in bikinis and competing in poolside games. These are done every couple of months and always on Mondays, so I haven’t been to one in a very long time. So, you’ll get to see something different here tomorrow!

Here’s today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: What’s it like working at a convenience store? What are some tasks you do? What was your most memorable moment while working?

A: I worked in a convenience store back in the 1970s. Graveyard shift (11 p.m. – 7 a.m.). My most memorable experience was the night three guys came in and robbed me at knifepoint. When they took me to the back storage room, I figured I was going to die. Instead, they left me there and said if I came out, they would kill me. They ransacked the store for cigarettes, beer, and the cash in the register, then left.

The next day, corporate headquarters called me to come in for a polygraph to verify I wasn’t involved in the robbery. I told them they could stick their $2.00 per hour job up their ass and quit. Things turned out okay for me after that.

I was not in on it, but I had left too much cash in the register instead of doing the required safe drop, which raised suspicions.

Who’s up for a little humor before I go?

I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?
Time for one more?
Maybe both.
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Low and slow

Ha! Low and slow is a good description of old age, grilling meats, and my day. Here’s how it went down:

I did the long dog walk (3.5 versus the normal 1.5) to change things up a tad and get some extra steps in. The boys’ tongues were flopping when we finished. Then, I embarked on my Standard Saturday Solo Stroll through the streets of Barretto. I lengthened that up some, too, by walking all the way home instead of stopping at Sit-n-Bull for takeout.

Right at 7K, but mostly flat.

The power was still out when I got back home and my laptop battery was about gone. No fans to cool things off either, which made taking a nap difficult. I got up to find out what Swan was doing and saw this:

She was reading a book! And not just any book, but poems from one of my favorites, James Kavanaugh.
She actually had pulled down both volumes that I own to peruse.

I don’t recall any girlfriend, wife, or lover of mine actually reading a book of poems. I sometimes subjected them to my recitations, but no one ever showed much interest in this old passion of mine. Needless to say, I was impressed. Then I noticed she had folded the page corner of her favorites. This was one of them:

A gal with a big heart for sure and a brain to go with it.

Power was restored, I blogged and showered, then asked if Swan would join me for dinner. She’d been hinting around that she wanted to eat at Pugon Corner Smoke Yard, so that’s where I took her.

I’ve only been to Pugon Corner a couple of times, mainly because it is so far off the beaten track. It’s about a kilometer off the highway where I usually hang out, and with so many other dining options more conveniently located, I usually just can’t be bothered.
We took a trike to get there. I’ve been reading some great online reviews lately, and I was craving me some baby back ribs.
Swan studying the menu options.

I was disappointed to get the “sorry, sir. out of stock” reply to my request for the baby back ribs. We decided to get an order of pork ribs and some pulled pork and share.

Swan ordered a mango shake, and it was the biggest I’ve seen. I stuck with beer, but Zero was not available, so I had a San Mig Light.
The pork ribs
The pulled pork

Both came with sides of coleslaw and fries. Swan gave me her slaw, and she got my high-carb fries. I thought the portions were a tad small, but they tasted good. It was after six on a Saturday night, and we were the only customers. That can’t be good. Then again, an acoustic duo was setting up for live music as we left, so maybe they get a later crowd. I’ll be back one day and try for the baby backs again.

We had our nightcap at Alaska Club, then made it an early evening and headed home. I served some sugar-free butterscotch pudding for dessert, and we were off to bed. I’d rate it a good day.

Speaking of old farts, does anyone recognize this guy? I’ll give you a hint at the end of this post.
I’ve certainly gained A LOT of experience over the years.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: Why do Western people want to retire in the Philippines?

A: I imagine everyone has their own reasons. It is a beautiful country with warm and friendly people. What’s not to like? The cost of living is cheaper for some things, while it is more expensive for others(like imported goods). Overall, though, I do live better here on my pension than I could back home.

Here’s a little anecdote that might shed some more light on the question. I was living in South Korea prior to retiring. I brought my Korean girlfriend with me once for a visit. She had a great time, but she broke up with me on the last night of our stay. I asked her why and she said we don’t have a future together because I wanted to retire and move to the Philippines. “Who wants to live in a poor country?” she asked me. I responded that you can live in your rich country and pretend this world doesn’t exist, or you can move to a place like the Philippines and make a difference. I choose the latter.

I have been living here for three years now. I have a full-time helper and several other folks I employ on a part-time as-needed basis. I may not be changing the world, but my presence has made a difference in their lives, at least.

One of my more popular answers, with over 100,000 views and 514 upvotes.

Things I found funny:

This creative idea made me laugh.
Being a language dunce, I’ve no idea what is being said either. I recognize the Korean, but it does not translate in my brain.
Get a ship on the other side and make it a sandwich!
Man, I hate when that happens!
That one is worth a pot of gold!

Had enough? Me too. Back tomorrow with the Palm Sunday report. Oh, and welcome to Holy Week. It’s a big deal here in primarily Catholic Philippines.

Bruce is five years older than I am.

Around and about

He’s back! Well, the power is, I mean. So, here’s the rest of the story about my yesterday.

The Friday group hike commenced from the Alta Vista Clubhouse and finished at The Rite Spot On The Roof. Yep, we came full circle and in the middle of that trek stood Easter Mountain (the real name is Mount Booitlao). The Hash will be mounting that mountain on April 1st. At least the fools will be. It was an enjoyable 7+K journey and ended with some liquid refreshments and snacks. Here’s how it looked:

Seven participated in the adventure.
Heading towards Easter
Through the fields we go…
…dispensing cookies on the way
We will be going over soon; today, we went around.
Yay, though we enter the valley…
…we will fear no evil.
Another cookie stop
Into a forest of banana trees
And then into a jungle. This was the most unpleasant part of the hike for me.
I brought a sock full of cockleburs out with me.
Leaving the wilds behind…
…and into the wild open spaces.
Easter Mountain’s ass side used to be a landfill…
A brief excursion on the Govic highway…
Then the day’s big climb commenced.
It wasn’t far to the top, though
Heading back down
Here comes the fat guy
More cookies dispensed. I actually ran out of cookies and my back-up lollipops on this trip.
We ran into a former Hasher (circa 2011) in this village.
Completing the circle and heading for Alta Vista
Ed and Jim are the Hares for the Easter Monday hike up Easter mountain.
In the creek without a paddle. It was full of trash, not water.
Up into Alta Vista
And the final climb up to my street
Will the circle be unbroken?
Arriving at The Rite Spot
Washing down chicken nuggets and chips with ice cold beer. Great finish to a morning’s work.
That’s the way we walked it.

I wrote about my appointment with Dr. Jo in the previous post. She says I’m on the right path and to continue eating healthy. I’ll see her again in two weeks. After the doctor’s visit, Swan and I headed to Wet Spot to attend the 1000th SOB event.

I had reserved seats which was a good thing…
…because every seat in the place was filled. I’ve never seen Wet Spot so packed!
Perhaps not so coincidentally, there are currently three Navy supply ships anchored in the bay. Never seen that many here before.

Last night’s SOB crowd was not the usual expat old man faces.The Navy MSC ships are crewed with civilians, and many of the attendees were youngish-looking guys, I suspect merchant seamen. I was glad to have them, although some were acting like drunken tourists—loud voices, throwing money on stage during a performance, and buying lots of lady drinks. There’s nothing wrong with having a good time, and I’m sure the gals loved the attention.

Because of our early arrival, Swan and I were a little drunker than normal when we returned home. But the sun rose on another day in paradise, and here we are living it. Life is good.

Facebook memories carried me back to Korea today.

Fourteen years ago, my nephew Justin was a new arrival in Korea. So, I took him to see Nanta to expose him to the culture. It must have worked; he is still living his life there.
Six years ago, I took my team on a team-building trip to Buan on the West Coast. It was a great time and a prelude to my leaving a couple of months later.
And then they tried to leave without me! (joking, of course)

Life goes on until it doesn’t. I’m glad I’m still around to remember the old days.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: Would a person who applied to work for the federal government lose their job if they had smoked marijuana in the past, and once again recently?

A: Depends on the job and the level of security clearance required. Some jobs also require a drug test screening, so depending on how recently you ingested, that could be an issue. To be clear though, even when certain states began legalizing marijuana, the Federal government still prohibits employees from doing so.

I guess that was kind of a dopey answer.

And speaking of dopey, how about these treats?

Rod Serling is still dispensing wit and wisdom from the grave in memes. I guess that’s almost the same as eternal life—at least in the Twilight Zone.
Sorry, it’s the breast I’ve got today.

Power is out

The morning moonset

Another unexpected brownout today. I saw the power company trucks working on lines in the neighborhood, so I guess I’m at their mercy until the job is completed. My battery is at 32% and fading fast, so I’ll be back when the power is.

Here is a quick update on my visit to Dr. Jo. She is happy with my progress and wants me to keep on keepin’ on. The liquid retention issue appears to be in retreat, and she wants me back in two weeks to monitor the situation. She now suspects my earlier lung issues were also associated with the fluid buildup, which makes sense now that I think of it. Anyway, I’m feeling better and stronger. I’ll continue on with my weight loss efforts which will also have a positive impact on my overall health.

To appease my sweet tooth

Royal hasn’t had sugar-free pudding in stock for months, so I ordered these from Lazada (the Philippines Amazon). Eight boxes cost me thirty bucks, but what are you going to do? When I shared this info with Dr. Jo, she said she had just bought sugar-free pudding at Royal. Turns out, Royal moved the pudding to the candy section for some reason. The Jell-O gelatins are still on the shelf with the baked goods, and that’s where the pudding used to be, too. It makes no sense why they’d move it, but I’ll search again on Tuesday.

Alright, I have lots of photos to share from yesterday, including the Friday group hike.See you when the lights come back on!

Go forth and Govic

A beautiful morning yesterday.
A nice view from the patio

I’ve got to make this a quickie post. Follow-up appointment coming up with Dr. Jo this afternoon. I can at least report that I lost 4.7 pounds since Sunday. My lower legs look less swollen as well. We’ll see what she thinks of my progress.

For my “long” walk yesterday, I decided to hike the Govic Highway (Subic bypass) from one end to the other. I’ve done it in bits and pieces over the years, but never the length of it all at once.

It’s none of your business what my business in Subic might be, but I’ll take the bypass to get there anyway.
And so it begins
I saw this hillside burning from my house a few weeks ago and wondered about the squatter shack halfway up. It appears it didn’t burn.
The Govic is easier to walk than the National Highway, but there are places without a real shoulder. Had to dodge a tractor-trailer on one curve, but otherwise no troubles.
You can see this big yellow house from my place in Alta Vista
That’s it on the right, as seen from my roof on zoom
That’s Alta Vista on the hill
No rocks were rolling yesterday, thankfully
A kaleidoscope of color
I was honored to see a sari-sari store named after me.
A highway view at about the halfway point
And the view of Easter mountain from here
You don’t see a lot of graffiti…
But sadly, litter like this is strewn all up and down the highway. After all these years, I still don’t understand the mentality that would do this.
A river bed in dire need of rainy season
Nearing the end of the highway
I’ll be taking a left
The end of the road. It turns out that the Govic bypass is 7.5 kilometers long.
On the National Highway now
It’s burning season. I don’t understand the whys, or how these things don’t rage out of control and take out some houses. But it never seems to happen.
Waltermart and the Jeepney stand there convinced my tired old legs to bring my hike to an end.
A little under 10K from start to finish.

In the evening, I took Swan to dinner at John’s place.

The view from our perch.
I was craving the beef bulgogi
Swan enjoyed her Philly cheesesteak. I was glad to see it was served on a roll this time.

After dinner, I decided we should change things up and visit a bar I used to frequent regularly but hadn’t been to for several months–Whiskey Girl. My, how things have changed. One of my favorites, Kim, was still there but obviously a few months pregnant. My other favorite seemed to be ignoring me, but I called her over since I had a coupon for a free beer with every lady drink. It was hard to get reacquainted because the music was loudly blaring, and it was some crap disco-rap shit. I used to really enjoy the quality mix of songs here, but it has gone in a whole other direction. I finished my beer and told Jenn I won’t be back.

We crossed the highway to make Queen Victoria our nightcap venue. And damn, they were playing the same bullshit music, albeit at a more reasonable volume. I’ve been a semi-regular here for years and know the bartender, so I called him over to ask what was up with the music selection. He said that’s what the dancers want to hear. And I responded, but what about the customers? He just shrugged. He did put a different song on, but a few minutes later, I saw a dancer change it back. Oh well. I might come back for some live music someday, but this is no longer a venue I care to go to to chill out over a beer.

Yep, that grumpy old man last night was me. Play what you want as loud as you want. I’ve got fifty other bars to choose from. The thing is, the clientele in this town is primarily old fuckers like me, and we don’t want to hear that young peoples crap. So, if you don’t want my business, keep playing that shit. Rant over.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: What would you do if you were retired and discover that the Social Security trust fund will be insolvent in 2035?

A: Well, I don’t draw Social Security, but I do have a Federal pension. If for some reason Uncle Sam defaults on the promise of providing my monthly stipend, I’d be pretty much screwed. I don’t see that happening though. My bigger concern is that inflation will make my pension worth much less in terms of buying power. Also, since I live overseas, a weak dollar will impact exchange rates compounding the problem. I have money in savings accounts but that won’t last long if the above scenarios come to pass.

Yep, I’m at the mercy of my Uncle Sam. Let’s hope the American people rise up and prevent the bloodbath that four more years of Biden will surely bring to the economy.

On a lighter note:

That’s French to me.
I still have not recovered my sense of smell since the nostril surgery. So I can fart with impunity!

All right, off to see Dr. Jo, and from there, I will attend the 1000th SOB dance competition.

Walking and woeing

The day began with the Wednesday Walkers group hike. Later came saying goodbye to an old friend. And finished the day with sucking down some beers at Wet Spot.

We began the hike on the far side of Subic town, in an area we hadn’t visited in several years. Fences constructed since our last adventure in these parts stymied us several times. Still, we made the best of it, taking circular routes and retreating as necessary. It was a good day to be out and about with my fellow travelers.

A longish Jeepney ride to start things off.
Our merry band of hikers (minus Brian and Scott)
Rice in the road
Let’s do this!
Leaving the pavement behind
The end of a pig. I got a little nervous when the guy with the machete started eyeing my belly…
Into the woods
Let the climbing begin!
One moderately difficult hill and a few inclines during this hike. Hot day though.
The view from up top
Then down the other side
Through a small village.
I thought this was a pretty combination
A pause to regroup
Then onward we march
Steppin’ up
They cows kept a watchful eye as we passed.
At the tower of power
Hello up there
Taking in the ground-level view
Into the wild blue yonder
Heading back down
Humanity
A tree I liked.
One rickety bridge crossing…
…leads to another
And we all made it across!
A newly constructed house I rather liked for its simplicity. I could see myself enjoying a cold beer on the front porch. And then later dying of boredom.
A final bridge crossing
Then back to dodging trikes on the road
Pausing for a cookie delivery
Almost done
Arriving at Waltermart for the Jeep ride back to Barretto
When it was all said and done, it was just short of 7 K. You can see the circles and dead ends at the top. It was still a fun hike, though.
A good hill gets the heart rate pumping and earns me some Zone minutes.

After some R&R at home, it was time to head into town for some evening fun.

The beer o’clock view from Alta Vista

I had a couple of beers with Chris and his gal at Sloppy Joe’s, then moved over to It Doesn’t Matter to say goodbye to Bhel. Swan joined me there.

Bhel is moving to Angeles City to work at a resort there. She seemed excited about the opportunity. I wish her all the best in her new endeavor.
Bhel’s crew of well-wishers

Swan and I visited Wet Spot for our nightcap, and naturally, she hooked up with her pal, Aine, there.

First comes the sound…
…and then the smell.
It’s all good!

Another day is in the books. Or at least here at LTG!

Today’s Quora Q&A is a bit special. My most popular answer with 2.7 MILLION views, 2,951 upvotes, 551 comments, and 202 shares. That’s probably about as close to famous as I’m going to get!

Q: Am I lucky living in the Philippines?

A: There is no place else I’d rather be at this time in my life. No, it is far from perfect, but what place is perfect? I’m an American, but there is no way I’d want to be living there with all that craziness going on. Do I get frustrated sometimes with things that happen here? Of course I do. But then I take a walk in the mountains or on the beach, and I remember what’s important in life.

This just happened today—I watched a documentary on Bangladesh and realized that even the poor people in the Philippines live a much better life than many people do elsewhere in the world.

Yes, I feel lucky to be here.

As true now as it was then, but not particularly profound. For some reason, the Quora folk liked it more than anything else I’ve had to say by a long shot.

Now for the funny business:

Yes, I can see how my love of going to bed early could be misinterpreted.
I hear that A LOT from the bargirls…
1965 is a LONG TIME GONE, but I still enjoy this video. I imagine most of them are dead, but Nancy Sinatra is still walking at 84 years old.

The fine print

My breakfast platter. Or should I say, Fruit Loops?

My weekly excursion to the supermarket was enhanced by my efforts to read the content labels on the foods I purchased. It got to be quite the strain.

I purchased some San Miguel Zero beer for use at The Rite Spot. I checked that label too:

That’s easy enough: 60 calories and 3% alcohol. As the old joke goes, drinking Zero is like making love in a canoe–they are both fucking close to water.
The fine print. If it looks blurry, that’s how I see it, too. Each bottle contains 2.5 grams of carbohydrates.

Anyway, I didn’t purchase any of my normal temptations like ice cream. So far, so good.

Birds in a tree on the other side of the river from my place.

My other Tuesday routine is the walk to Baloy Beach to visit the Kokomo floating bar. As I walked along Baloy Beach Road I came upon this disconcerting sign:

Thankfully, I didn’t observe (or step in) any raw sewage. Hopefully, it didn’t wind up in the bay.
Waiting for my ride to the floater.

Yesterday’s experience was not a good one. The music was blaring when I arrived, which I despise. I asked the bartender if she would turn it down, and she did. I was the only male customer, but a group of women at one of the tables were partying loudly, and their shouts and screams were pretty annoying. One of them got up and raised the music volume higher than its previous level. None of the bar staff said a word, so I just waited for Swan to finish her wine (she is a notoriously slow drinker–I drink three for her one), and we departed before sundown.

Goodbye, Kokomo. I may or may not give you another chance to treat the customer right.

Since it was still early, we walked up the beach to McCoy’s. There was definitely a much friendlier vibe there. No music was playing (we were the only customers), and I asked if I could connect my Bluetooth to the speaker, and they agreed. So, I had no complaints about the playlist!

Baloy Beach as viewed from my perch at McCoy’s

I noticed that the Wild Orchid Barefoot Beach Bar had reopened next door following extensive remodeling. They had no customers, but a live acoustic band began playing anyway. I turned off my Bluetooth and listened to them from McCoy’s. Damn, they sounded great. And they were playing some of my old favorites from the sixties. Swan went next door to have a closer look.

I couldn’t see the stage from McCoy’s, but they were talented performers.

When Swan returned, I asked her what she thought of the Barefoot Bar. She said beers were 150 pesos (the most expensive I’ve seen in town), and a glass of wine was a whopping 360 pesos. No wonder they don’t have any customers. It’s a shame because otherwise, it appears to be a nice venue.

I had a McCoy’s taco for dinner.
My dinner time view
King of the roost at McCoy’s last night!

I was feeling no pain when we got back home and I went to sleep early—and woke up to another beautiful day in paradise. Keep ’em coming!

The Quora Q&A for the day:

Q: Does it get lonely after you retire?

A: I’m not sure “lonely” is the word I’d use, but I definitely missed the daily interactions with my co-workers. It turns out it was the people I worked with that mattered more than the actual work I did. Go figure.

Your daily dose of humor:

I always thought it was weird that she didn’t share the door with Jack.
I hope he’s bullshitting!
It’s not the meat, it’s the motion!

Oh well. That’s all I’ve got for now.

On and on I go

Another Sunday has come and gone. I guess I am of Scottish blood because I didn’t give a thought to wearing green or otherwise celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. Still, I took comfort in my familiar routines and appreciated the joy of living the life I have chosen. It may not be perfect, but it satisfices.

Swan and I began our morning with the weekly candy walk. I had planned an 8K route, but the candy (and there was a lot of it) was gone after only 5K. We are doubling up on our candy purchase for next week.

Genesis. (In the beginning…)
The first of many stops.
The more the merrier.
A natural beauty.
Two of our regulars. They always hear us coming.
Lots more kids out and about than usual, that’s why our supply depleted so quickly.
What about me?!
Swan is so popular!

Later in the day, I took care of the feeding at Hideaway. Five dinners this week.

I didn’t feel like baking brownies, so I brought Choco Pies for dessert. And some seaweed to snack on.
As usual, I had the food delivered from Jewel Cafe. Joy had the chicken breast.

With my Hideaway mission completed, I headed for the beach.

Lots of folks enjoying some sea and sand on a Sunday afternoon.
We had some rain early in the afternoon, enough that I carried an umbrella for the first time in months, but the skies cleared up by five.
A view from the Arizona floating bar.
And another
Here comes my baby
Welcome aboard, Swan!

We were the only customers. There were eight girls and the two raft drivers. After an hour or so of watching them sit with nothing to do, I had the cashier make some change and give me ten 50-peso notes. Then I announced, “Is anyone here bored?” Everyone raised their hand, and I gave them some pesos to cheer them up. Hey, it’s cheaper than buying everyone a lady drink.

And then the sun did its thing.
Thanks for another day!
A lonely fisherman on the bay at sundown.

After departing the floater, I took Swan to Jewel Cafe for dinner. I am a regular Sunday customer for takeout, but I rarely have a sit-down meal there.

I enjoyed my healthy chef salad. And Swan would brook no discussion of bringing something home for dessert. It is good to have someone to drown out that voice in my head.

Life is good. I’m going to try to hold onto mine for as long as possible.

Alright, let’s do the Quora Q&A for the day:

Q: Is Joe Biden the most feared world leader?

A: He scares the hell out of me. Nothing good can come from his level of incompetence.

I answered that two years ago. It has only gotten worse since that time.

Speaking of jokes, how about these?

Hey, I resemble that remark!
What are the odds?
I’ve got a hole in my pocket. I don’t feel crazy, but I do feel nuts.

Okay, another Hash Monday is upon me. Guenter (Vienna Sausage) is the Hare, so I know I’ll be doing a modified version of his trail. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.

Hup, two, three, four…

The Friday group hike and the SOB filled the hours of my day. More of the same old same old, but then, a good same is never bad. That seems to be the story of my golden years.

We started the hike in Subic Hills and made our way to Castillejos. A couple of wrong turns and wading across a river were the interesting events, but we hadn’t been out that way in over a year, and it was a nice change of scenery. I didn’t mind that we didn’t do much hill climbing either.

Hell, Mary, thanks for keeping us safe!
My hiking companions Gary, Scott, and Erik
A tree I liked
Hup, two, three…
…four
Must be lonely out here
Down the hill…
…and into the rice paddy. Luckily it was dry.
It’s burning season
A happy cookie recipient
I’m glad the carabao was feeling lazy.
What’s a hike without a rickety bridge crossing?
Onward, Gary
Farmland
Lots of eggplant being grown out here.
Cow in the water
And so am I
It’s all part of the adventure.
I had just eaten turkey yesterday, and then this guy showed up.
We rode back to Barretto in an airconditioned bus. Not a bad way to finish a hot hike.
Not our intended route, but we made it work. A tad over 6K when we finished.

I hadn’t been to the SOB for awhile, and last night was the 22nd Anniversary for the event.

The girls were hotter back then.

So, I drank too many beers and enjoyed the show. I came away with a pocketful of discount tickets, which I reckon will motivate me to go out and spend money in the bars for the next week or so. And that’s how I ended another Friday.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: Retirees, when you first retired did you have any trouble adjusting to the new version of your days?

A: I really didn’t. At the conclusion of my final day at work, I hopped on a plane and flew to the Philippines to begin my life of leisure. In the beginning, I was kept busy with making the transition—finding a house to rent, exploring the area, and discovering my soon-to-be favorite bars and restaurants.

Now, three years on, I’ve totally adapted to my new environment. The oddest thing is that I actually start my day EARLIER than I did when I was working the old office hours. Now, I’m almost always in bed by 9:00 p.m. and up every morning at 4:30. It’s all good, though. I’m enjoying my days and my routines.

It’s been almost six years now, and I’m still carrying on. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, even when everything is pretty much always the same, day in and day out, it’s better than a life of routines would be for me back in the USA. No regrets!

Okay, a couple of these are actually funny I think:

I’ve got to hand it to you, Jack.
He didn’t measure up.
Humanity can be hard sometimes.

Anyway, back to Dr. Jo for a follow-up this afternoon. Not sure what’s going to happen after that. I’ll let you know tomorrow.

If the shoe fits, wear it.

No matter how hard I push the envelope…

…it remains stationary. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though.

I did one of my long (for me) solo walks yesterday, taking the highway to SBMA and then strolling around parts of the old Navy base I rarely see. It was nice for a change of pace and I managed eleven kilometers, almost double what I normally do. I broke my rule about not losing my cool when I decided to take a taxi back to Barretto. I always ask how much (the cabs are not metered), and the driver didn’t want to give me a straight answer. The last ride was 300 pesos, but this driver gave me the “up to you” routine. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games, and I gruffly told him to tell me how much. He said, “500 pesos,” and I told him to stop the car. Then he said 400 pesos, and I yelled again, stop! I exited the cab, walked across the highway, and caught a Jeepney back to Barretto for 20 pesos. Got out at Sit-n-Bull and had a great lunch.

The evening hours felt a little like old times. Swan had plans early, so we agreed to meet up later for dinner. I filled the hours with a mini-bar hop, spending time in Green Room and Roadhouse and spreading some lady drink cheer. Later, Swan joined me at John’s place for a nice dinner. It was my waitress friend Em Jhae’s last night there, so we bought her dinner, too. She almost cried when I gave her a nice tip as a going-away present. Then, after our meal, we met some of Swan’s friends at Voodoo for a couple more drinks. It’s been a while since I’ve done the night on the town routine. Good times!

Here are some photos from the day:

My journey began at the corner of Bryce Street and Roosevelt.
One thousand steps later, I was at the front gate of Alta Vista.
2000 steps found me at the Central Park Reef Hotel in “downtown” Barretto
3000 steps, on the highway headed out of town
4000 steps, a hillside home overlooking the highway.
5000 steps, still trudging down the highway
6000 steps, a turn for the better?
7000 steps, the natural beauty of Subic Bay
8000 steps, I see dead people
9000 steps, as close as I got to that lighthouse I vowed to hike to.
10,000 steps, a ship on the bay at SBMA
11,000 steps, the Philippine flag flapping in the wind.
12,000 steps, the old Spanish Navy base gate from the 1800s.
13,000 steps, a pee break at Harbor Point Mall.
14,000 steps, where I do my grocery shopping
15,000 steps, the end of the road. Especially for those people entombed on the hillside.
Sorry, I couldn’t resist.
The route I walked.
The stats for the day, including my dog walk and bar hop.
My lunch plate at Sit-n-Bull. Yep, that’s a Thanksgiving feast!
Dinner time view at John’s place
Swan had the chicken sandwich.
Em Jhae enjoyed the birria tacos
I ordered the Philly cheesesteak and was surprised to see it served on a bun instead of a roll. Still tasted good, though.
Goodbye and good luck, Em Jhae!
Finishing the night at Voodoo bar

Facebook memories reminded me of the last family gathering with Mom and Dad back in 2009.

Mom and Dad both passed away in 2010.

I follow politics but no longer engage in much debate. Still, sometimes I come across something too good not share.

That said, old Joe has given the country a good ass-fucking.

Moving along, here’s today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: Is Angeles City in the Philippines a good place to live? Is it as bad as people say?

A: I personally wouldn’t want to live there. It is a city that has all the modern conveniences—shopping, an international airport, nightlife—and not much else, in my opinion. Angeles was one of the first places I visited in the Philippines, but I’d find myself bored and depressed after a few days. Not much to do during the day, and the girly bars get old before long.

I chose to live a couple of hours away in Olongapo. Here I have beaches to walk and mountains to climb. I can find most of what I need here, and Angeles is just down the road should I need anything that it offers.

That doesn’t mean that Angeles is bad, it is just not for me.

I am OK going to Angeles for a day or two, especially for an event like the Hash. But I prefer places like San Antonio/Pundaquit when I need a quick get away. In fact, I’m about ready now.

Alright, you knew these were coming:

Yeah, that’s an old one.
Luckily, anal ain’t my thing.
He must be one of those Alpha males…
Cheers!

Time to get ready for tonight’s SOB dance competition. Haven’t been to one for several weeks, so it should feel fresh again. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.

Steppin’ on up

Wednesdays come and Wednesdays go, but you can always enjoy them while they are here.

A challenging hike up to Kalaklan Ridge with the Wednesday Walkers group. We changed things up this time with a Jeepney ride out to Olongapo City and then climbing to the top from there. Lots of stairsteps added to the misery, but I took comfort in the fact that my fat ass had the lung capacity to get it done. I wouldn’t have made it halfway a month ago.

I had a doctor’s appointment at 2:00. Nothing significant to report from my visit with Dr. Jo. She took a blood sample to check on some kidney function issues. The fluid retention in my lower legs and ankles is the concern du jour, but before I start taking meds for that, we need to reduce or eliminate other types of medications I’m taking for other issues, like blood pressure. So, we’ll see what the blood work results suggest as the appropriate course of action.

It was still too early after the appointment for the bars and once I was back home, I had no real desire to go back out again. It was the perfect evening for some time at The Rite Spot. Todd and his lovely wife Sheila joined in the fun and Erik dropped by as well. A nice ending to a good day.

Swan and Inday joined the hike.
And so it begins
Onward and upward
Gaining some elevation
Are we there yet?
Scott’s vantage point
A surprise encounter. It turns out Inday has family way up here.
Look at the fat guy go!
Hillside living
The higher we got the quality of the steps declined.
And then there were none. The upward trajectory continued, however.
On the up and up
Swan bringing up the rear
Almost to the top now
The last steps are the hardest
It was a nice resting spot. Yep, there was a house at the top of our climb. It’s hard to imagine actually living up here and having those stairs as part of your daily commute.
A nice view from there, though.
Some cookies to the hilltop dwellers.
Hiking the ridgeline is so much more enjoyable than getting to the ridgeline.
Another cookie stop
Flower power
Time to head down the other side
A woodsy journey
I like a nice gentle down
Down there lies Barretto
A hillside shanty community
And back on the pavement again
Just shy of 7K end to end.

A hard but enjoyable morning on the ridge.

Later, I was once again climbing steps–this time up to the roof.

The view as I awaited the arrival of my guests
A meatball snack for my guests
Lucky keeping watch. This shot also captures the journey one undertakes to reach the rooftop.
Welcome to The Rite Spot, Todd and Sheila!
That’s a BIG plate of freshly made sushi my guests contributed to the gathering. I’m not a big sushi eater, but it was damn good. I also got some chopstick practice in…
Sheila and I jokingly argue about who’s house has the best views. Top this!
It was a nice way to end the day.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: What is the best way to learn about a distant area you think you want to retire to before investing a lot of money to move there?

A: Well, the obvious thing, I guess, is to visit as often as possible before making a commitment to move. I came to the Philippines two or three times a year for several years, exploring different parts of the country before deciding where to call home in retirement.

If someone doesn’t have that luxury, don’t make any permanent commitments until you’ve been in the country enough to know it is a good fit. Don’t ship your furniture or car, don’t buy or long-term lease a house. Make sure it is where you want to stay before investing a lot of money.

Maybe I’m having a bad day, but I couldn’t find anything funny to share. There will have to do for now:

Ouch, wait until that ass is 68.
It’s not the meat it’s the motion

Today’s song bears no relevance to the post. I heard it for the first time in many, many years while having lunch at Sit-n-Bull, and it just brought the memories flooding back.

I used to take my mom’s ’69 Plymouth Fury to the drag strip. She could never figure out why the motor mounts were always broken.

Extravaganza

That may be a bit of an exaggeration, but I did engage in a shopping spree yesterday morning. The usual full shopping cart at Royal ($300+), and then Swan and I walked to the mall to do some shoe shopping. Also, for some strange reason, my shorts have been shrinking, so I wanted to get a pair or two that fit more comfortably.

My takeaways

I wound up bringing home three new pairs of shoes. That’s a real challenge because a size 11 is hard to find in these parts. I did score a pair of the coveted Merrell hiking shoes but paid a premium price of over 6000 pesos ($120.). I needed to replace my everyday Sketchers, too, but alas, my size was not in stock. So, I’m trying a new (to me) brand called “Basekamp”. I got two pairs at the more reasonable price of 1700 pesos each. We’ll see how that works out. My shorts size is also in the high range of fit here, but I finally found a couple of pairs I could button around my waist. I always get a little nervous about running out of clothes before the weekly laundry wash is completed. The new duds will provide some leeway in that regard. I also found three new shirts I liked with an ample cut sufficient to accommodate my large belly. So, it was a successful outing.

My Tuesday tradition also includes a journey out to Baloy Beach to enjoy some time on the Kokomo floating bar. Here’s how that looked:

The brownies I baked for the girls
Leaving home (I’m the house in the middle)
Revisiting a portion of Monday’s Hash trail
Departing Alta Vista
Crossing the National Highway (always the most dangerous part of my day).
On Baloy Long Beach Road
Passing through Treasure Island Resort
On Baloy Beach
Arriving at my destination
The way I went (not quite 2K)
Not very busy when I arrived. A couple of the gals filled the time dancing for TikTok.
While some of the crew munched on brownies
Here comes Swan to join me.
I’m wearing one of my new shirts
Hasher Wesley and his gal were also in attendance.
Gotta keep an eye on that sun
The three gals I bought a lady drink for.
Time is passing
Until we meet again
See you next week!

Next stop was DaKudos for a bite to eat.

My old friend Roan from IDM was tending bar.
I enjoyed a chef salad (I can’t remember what Swan had), and then we headed home.

Not bad for a Tuesday, eh?

Commenter Kevin asked about my life as a father; here’s a post I wrote a few years ago about raising my kids. I got a surprise when re-reading it this morning to see that a couple of spam hyperlinks had been added to my commentary. I’m not sure how that is done unless someone hacked my admin login. I deleted them, but it’s still scary to think that someone could modify a post I’ve written.

Ready for today’s Quora Q&A?

Q: What are some of the relevant professional bodies to join as an HR officer or professional?

A: I was a member of the Society for Human Resources Management (SHRM) for most of my career. They also offer certification exams to earn the designation of Senior Professional in Human Resources Management (SPHR) and the Professional in Human Resources Management (PHR).

I was an SPHR, not that it matters now.

Some humor before I go:

I’m no socialist, either.
It seems like he got punctuated. That must have hurt!
I’ve spun some of their records

Like this one:

A sweet adventure

I joined Swan for our weekly candy walk yesterday. She wanted to visit the village of Alabang, located between Naugsol and Tibag. I’d passed through there once or twice, but it had been a while. Swan was involved in a charity food distribution effort in Alabang at Christmas time and wanted to brighten the day of the kids she saw there. It’s a pretty hefty hike from here, but I’m all about the walk, so off we went.

Let the adventure begin
We saw plenty of kids along the way, but Swan brought a backpack full of candies to restock as needed.
A familiar Easter Mountain view
Swan points to the lot she is buying so she will not have to be a renter all her life. It’s a little far out and inaccessible for my tastes, but I understand her sentiment.
The route to Alabang runs alongside the Matain River, where we saw this fisherman in action using an electric pole. Yes, it was shocking!
A river crossing
The road to Alabang
A view from here
A new dirt road to be explored at some future date.
Swan taking care of business in Alabang
The schoolhouse
More happy kids
Harvesting rocks from the riverbed
The bridge that could not be crossed–a locked gate is on the far side. We attempted to go to Alabang from the other side of the river but were stymied by new fences and blocked access.
It was a successful mission as measured by the volume of candies delivered–everything in the bag and everything in the backpack.
On the road to Naugsol. I was bushed and the candy was gone, so we got a trike home from there.
Around 8K all in

After some R&R, Swan went to see her family before they headed back home to the province, and I paid a visit to Cheap Charlies. Later Swan met me at Mango’s for a dinner on the beach.

It was a busy Saturday on Barretto Beach.
I was halfway through my porkchop before I remembered to snap a photo. Sorry about that!

After our meal, we visited a couple of bars we don’t patronize much due to their inconvenient location on this side of town.

The view from Adam’s
The view of us at Adam’s

We had our nightcap at Queen Victoria. I was a little surprised that Swan was acquainted with the bartender and one of the long-time waitresses there. Then I remembered that she and her deceased man would frequently visit here for the live music. We didn’t stay long enough for the music to begin last night, though.

Back home and on the couch for episode #6 of “Blue Eye Samurai.” That’s the one where our hero (heroine) single-handedly kills most of the castle’s security forces despite some pretty severe injuries. The evil Irishman residing there proved his point about guns trumping swords, regardless of the skill of the sword bearer. She’s not dead yet, however. We’ll see how the next episode resolves the issue.

I woke up to another day of life and got down to taking care of business. I’m one of the Hares for tomorrow’s Hash, and we went out this morning to mark our trail. Next on my agenda will be taking care of the Sunday feeding at Hideaway, then meeting up with Swan on the Arizona floating bar. Yep, it is good to have routines you enjoy.

Facebook memories made me sad today. Ten years ago, I played in a dart tournament in Augusta, Georgia. I don’t remember much about my performance, but the memories were of the friends who joined me there.

My bestie, Bridget Werner
And my pal, James Stoy

Bridget and James died within the next year. I died in a different way when Jee Yeun dumped me. I was reborn to live this life in the Philippines, but I can’t help but be saddened when I look back at what was and what is gone. May you both rest in peace.

The daily Quora Q&A:

Q: A shooting at a convenience store in Missouri left 3 people dead. People these days don’t seem to care about the loss of innocent lives. America has now become a nation of death. Why won’t the Congress or the government ban guns?

A: Three people were killed in a traffic accident outside a convenience store. More innocent lives lost in this nation of death. Why won’t the Congress or the government ban automobiles?

Kevin Kim had a post linking to a place where your political leanings can be measured. Here’s where I stand:

Yep, I’m still thinking for myself.

Alright, enough of this seriousness, let’s have some fun!

Indeed.
The world is full of them, Data
Don’t make me vomit!

Alright, that’s all for this time.

Helter-Skelter

I’ve got the power! Now, about last night. Well, actually, it was yesterday afternoon that I attended the wedding reception for Swan’s sister Charm and her hubby, Jack. The festivities kicked off at noon and lasted until five or so. So, yes, I was drinking beer, and no, they didn’t have Zero available. I didn’t do anything stupid, but I was feeling no pain when I departed.

This was my first time at a Filipino post-wedding gathering. Nothing really out of the ordinary, but there were some things I’m not accustomed to seeing at a reception. For one thing, they had a female master of ceremonies shouting into a microphone, which was pretty irritating. She also sang a few songs but had a nice enough voice. I’m familiar with the bride and groom doing the first dance, but yesterday, several wedding party members were also called down to the dance floor, including Swan. Luckily, they played a country song when we danced, so I used some of those swing steps I learned during my time in Oklahoma. Swan followed along quite well.

Not quite at this level, but we had some moves. I think the audience was impressed.

The food was good, I knew a couple of the other attendees, and I met some new folks that I enjoyed chatting with over the course of the afternoon. I was also reminded of why I make it a point to avoid drinking until beer o’clock. When the reception was done, so was I. Even by my early bird standards, going to bed before 6 p.m. can be problematic, like waking up at midnight after a full night’s sleep. I wound up completing my morning routines by 2:30 and then managed to take a nap until my regular wake-up time. Still, I felt out of sorts in a helter-skelter kind of way.

That’s as dressed up as I get these days: no shorts, no hat, no Sketchers. I am glad I made the effort; with one or two exceptions, everyone wore pants.
Table decorations
A well-appointed reception hall at Subiza Resort.
The maid of honor
Here comes the bride and groom
The traditional first dance. What I’d never seen before was the part where the guests pin money on the newlyweds as they dance.
Oh, and Swan caught the “gold bouquet,” which has some supposed meaning that will not apply in my case. Been there, done that.
I’ll be enjoying the view from Subiza again on Monday when the Hash pays a visit.
Post-reception hanging out on the back deck was my favorite part of the afternoon.

Good luck to Jack and Charm. They’ve been together as a couple for nine years or so–I’m sure this next step will be an easy one for them.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: I have lived in 5 states in the USA and I am 22. How about you, how many states have you lived in within the USA or the country that you reside in? Which one is your best?

A: I have lived in California, Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, South Carolina, and Virginia. I also lived in South Korea, and I now call the Philippines home.

My favorite state was Arizona, although I could say something positive about all of them except California.

Korea was a great experience, and I’m enjoying my retired life in the Philippines.

Maybe these will make you smile (or cringe):

In keeping with the wedding theme.
I’ve never been to Paris, so I can’t say if it sucks or not.

And that’s that. A nice long candy walk with Swan this morning that I’ll tell you about tomorrow.

Pushing forward

So, my big plan for yesterday was to expand my hiking horizons by adding some additional length to my strolls. My bright idea was to do the backroads hike to Waltermart on the far side of Subic town and then walk the highway back to Barretto. I typically tire out around 8k, and I estimated my plan would require a 14k jaunt. Could I do it? Only one way to find out. Let’s go!

And so it begins
1000 steps out the back door of Alta Vista
2000 steps plowing along
3000 steps a leaning trunk
4000 steps village life.
5000 steps branch amputation
6000 steps on the Naugsol road
7000 steps STILL on the long road out of Naugsol.
8000 steps living on the Govic highway
9000 steps on the riverside
10000 steps to Waltermart. When I’ve walked this path in the past, I’ve always caught a Jeepney here for the ride back to Barretto. I was tired, but I pushed on.
11000 steps still in Subic town
12000 steps to Calapadayan
13000 steps to a bar I’ve never visited and likely never will. Back in the Navy days, this area was the place to go for raunchy entertainment. As far as I know, only two bars are left, and they cater to a Filipino audience.
14000 steps to a resort that caters to Korean tourists, or so it would appear.
15000 steps to the Calapacuan market street
16000 steps, and I’m really tired of hiking on this highway!
17000 steps on the road in Matain, and I’m about out of gas.
18000 steps to the Santo Tomas market
And at the 12.88-kilometer mark, I’d had enough.

My original plan was to finish at Sit-n-Bull, another kilometer up the road. But that trike stand in front of McDonald’s proved to be irresistible, so I grabbed a ride back home instead.

I didn’t achieve my goal, but it was still the longest walk I’ve taken in a very long time.
The stats for the day, which includes my dog walk and walk to the bars.

Speaking of the bars, I went to Sloppy Joe’s while Swan did a foot spa. She joined me there when she finished. Feeling hungry, we paid a visit to Myleen’s. And we broke our streak of same-same orders.

Fish and chips for Swan
And a beef enchilada for me.
It appears my date was phoning it in.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot, where I bought lady drinks for Aine and Irene, and Daddy Dave treated me to a couple of free beers. I was at my maximum capacity of alcohol intake when we grabbed a trike for the journey home. I deem it to have been a good day!

My pal Brian flew his drone over Kalaklan Ridge and posted some really nice photos.

The ridge
Easter Mountain
Olongapo City
Barrio Barretto

Haven’t posted a photo of the boys for a while, so here you go:

Buddy boy
Lucky boy

And now it is time to shower up, put on my new duds, and head out to the wedding reception that starts at noon. It will be something different, at least. Me in long pants and no ball cap—who’d a thunk it?

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: Do I have to know Korean to live in South Korea as a foreigner?

A: Not really, especially in larger cities like Seoul. Most of the signage is in both English and Hangul, and the subway stops are announced in both languages.

Having said that, I suggest you learn some common words and phrases, if for no other reason than being polite. Most Koreans appreciate the effort, even if you can’t master the pronunciation.

Yeah, like I’m one to talk. I still know more Korean than Tagalog, though.

And now for the funny business:

I’ll be meeting Swan’s extended family for the first time at the wedding reception this afternoon. It’s my only chance to make a good first impression, but hey, what’s not to like?
I hope she came first.

That’s it for today.

Pushing and shoving

The Wednesday Walkers group hike proved to be quite the challenge despite being only 4K in duration. We traveled out to Tibag to explore some new road construction we’d seen posted on Facebook. Well, they may be roads, but even a 4×4 would have difficulty making it up some of those steep grades. Compounding the problem was the dirt, which was soft and sand-like, so each step was harder and produced a cloud of dust. I had promised to push myself to greater heights, and I succeeded for the most part. Admittedly, my brain was screaming, “Turn around and go back down,” and it was tempting to do so, but I managed to shove on. The section of the hike where we were off the dirt road was mostly pleasant, although some of it was through the dreaded creek bed with all that that entails. I was dead tired at the end, but the breathing wasn’t an issue, so that’s a plus.

All nine of us somehow managed to squeeze into Ed’s pickup for the ride out to Tibag
And we’re off!
On the new dirt road to nowhere.
I was astounded to see how steep the climbs were. Other than a tracked vehicle, I don’t think many could make it up through the soft dirt.
I think I can, I think I can…”
Then, you get to the end of the climb, and the road goes back down again.
But the joke is on you if you think the worst is behind you. Yep, another climb.
One thing about climbing that fucker was it provided a nice benchmark on my recovery. I wouldn’t have made it a third of the way up two weeks ago.
The reward for a hard climb is a nice view.
And yes, it went down again, but there was another steep climb to reach that ridge in the foreground. There was some debate about whether to turn around at this point, but in the end, the group decided to continue on. I told that voice in my head to shut up and marched on.

And then miracles of miracles, just before the next climb started, we discovered a trail going in the right direction. Yay!

This was much more to my liking!
Meandering and overgrown in places, but better than a hill climb!
Creek beds are their own kind of pain in the ass, but at least this one was dry. Come rainy season, I wouldn’t want to go this way.
I always look for a tree to photograph. I had to step over this one.
Eventually, we left the creek behind and did a little trespassing.
That’s my kind of trail.
Back to civilization and a cookie delivery.
This apparently homeless old man made me sad. I left him some cookies, too.
And then our path led us back to the dirt road we had climbed earlier. Going down it was a different kind of challenge. The soft dirt made it slippery, and we all covered our faces to avoid breathing in the dust cloud our steps created.
Back on the Tibag road at last.
Cold beer awaited our arrival at the vehicle.
I earned that!
The path we walked. Unlikely we will be doing this one again anytime soon.

Of course, my day had just begun. My driver picked me up at 2:30 for my ophthalmologist appointment at Baypointe Hospital. I had the usual eye exam then waited to see the doc. Thirty minutes after my scheduled appointment, it was finally my turn. My vision is okay, although I have a cataract growing in my left eye. He said it wasn’t big enough to consider surgery. He gave me a prescription for eye drops and sent me on my way. I got a discounted rate of 1300 pesos for being an old man.

And then it was off to Harbor Point mall. I’m going to the wedding reception tomorrow afternoon and the only pair of slacks I own no longer fit. I figure shorts and sneakers might seem rude, so I went in search of some more appropriate apparel.

Mission accomplished!

After the mall excursion, I decided to treat my crew to dinner. I know John’s place could use the business, so that’s where we went.

We were the only customers, so I guess that made us the best customers.
Swan played a game of pool with my driver, Danny.
I kept my eye on the sun

I was once again surprised that Swan (who I, of course, always allow to order first) chose the exact meal that I had in mind. I guess we really are on the same page.

Pulled pork for her…
…and pulled pork for me. I intentionally got onion rings with mine so we could share the sides.
And an order of Korean-style chicken wings for the table to enjoy.

As usual, the food was excellent. My favorite waitress served us last night, and she advised us she was leaving for a new job next week. That’s a bummer, but good luck to her working in a call center. It’s a step up for sure.

Then it was back to the house and time for some cold beers at The Rite Spot.

It was a nice way to end the day.

I really pushed my luck this morning, but I’ll share that adventure tomorrow!

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: What’s it like living in the Philippines? I’m a 66 y/o man I went to Manila and cebu in 2016 but couldn’t stay long. I’m looking for any input I can get from anyone who knows first hand what to expect if I move there. Thank you.

A: I’m 65 and have been living here in Olongapo City for over three years now. So far, so good. I wouldn’t recommend either Manila or Cebu, personally, but then again, I’m not a big-city kind of guy. Cost of living for most things is cheaper, people are friendly, and most places are quite beautiful. I laugh sometimes because the part of town I live in is like a retirement community for expats. Nowhere else I’d rather be. Long Time Gone

The Philippines isn’t for everyone, but it is what you make it. It feels like home to me now.

Today’s lame attempts at humor:

Death may not come as slow as you expect.
I really enjoyed that movie.

Okay, I’m running late for my beer o’clock appointment. See you tomorrow!

Sweet as pie

My Tuesday started with a slice of Myleen’s pumpkin pie and a cup of coffee.

This will be a quick post this afternoon. Just now back from the Wednesday Walkers group hike, and I’ve got to eat and shower, then head to Olongapo for a visit to the eye doctor. Not much to report anyway, just the normal Tuesday routines. Another grocery shopping excursion to Royal to restock the shelves and an evening on Baloy Beach.

Started out on the Kokomo floating bar
I fed the crew brownies again.
The water was rougher than usual, even splashing up on the deck with enough frequency that we needed to move to the other side of the bar.
The view from our new seats. That’s owner Steve on the right.
And that girl that lives in my house.
And my favorite part of being on the water
Heading back ashore

Next stop was Treasure Island for some dinner. I was very surprised when Swan ordered a Philly cheesesteak sandwich. That’s what I was planning to choose as well. I guess great minds truly do think alike.

We both enjoyed our delicious sandwiches.

Swan’s sister Charm is getting married on Friday, so she needed to leave after our meal and attend a bridal party at the Klimax Bar in Barretto.

Charm and Swan at said party

I finished my night out on Baloy with a beer at my old haunt, the Snackbar.

And naturally, I treated my old waitress friends there with a lady drink. It was nice to see everyone again.

And then it was home and in bed shortly thereafter. Not a bad day at all.

Swan would never ask me to do any such thing, of course. She is pretty strict on limiting my ice cream consumption, though.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: Now that you have retired do you ever wonder about the “path(s) not taken” as you look back at your life?

A: Not really, because the paths I did take led me to places beyond my wildest imagination. It always seemed to me that the disappointments (like missing out on a job promotion) left me in a position for something even better later on. I don’t know; maybe I’m just lucky.

Having said that, if I could go back in time for some do-overs, there are definitely things I would have done differently. But that’s life.

I wrote about one of the crossroads in my life that changed everything on my blog a while back. If you are interested, you can give it a read here: Blast from the Past-The Road Not Taken

One of those rare occasions where I link to LTG on social media. Speaking of which, Swan asked me for my blog address last night. So, I guess I have another reader now. Welcome, Sweetheart.

An extra dose of humor today:

I’ve heard of people being nickeled and dimed to death.
You can say that again!
You must be getting tired of fighting. Whip it out and stick it in!

Gotta go. A tough hike today to tell you about tomorrow.

Back on the road again

I nailed it!

Yesterday was the first day of getting back to my old ways, and it all seemed to go well. So, if you’ve been missing photos from my hikes, get ready to enjoy the ones I’ll be sharing in this post. Swan and I did our weekly Sunday morning candy walk and it was, dare I say it, a sweet experience. *ahem*

Swan’s reaction to my puns as we head out.
Let’s do this!

(sorry about the Galaxy watermarks on the photos. I hadn’t noticed that my phone settings reverted back, but I’ve turned off that feature again)

We ran into the split of long and short trails for today’s Hash trail. I’ll be back later today to do the short one.
The candy dispenser
Walking the quiet streets of Marian Hills
A couple of our regulars
This made me laugh…one girl is holding two bottles of Red Horse beer, and the other has a bag full of cigarettes. I’m sure they were running an errand for mommy and daddy, and the Sari-Sari stores don’t ask for ID.
Come and get it!
Swan made them happy with her goody bag.
Crossing Bridge #1. This is the one you can see from my house.
That’s it, as seen from my patio (I zoomed in a little). It’s one lane trafficked by pedestrians, trikes, cars, and heavy trucks. It is always busy because it is the ONLY vehicle access to all those San Isidro neighborhoods on this side of the river (Bridge 2 and 3 is for walkers.
The blue arrow is Bridge #1. Everything to the right of the river is accessed by this bridge. (the red line is our path handing out candy)
Do you see any potential problems here?
I’m careful walking across this bridge, I wouldn’t want to drive on it. So, I’m thinking, when this bridge collapses, what’s going to happy to all the people who live on the other side?
Ah, there is your answer. Based on Swan’s translation, there are plans for future repairs and that residents can expect to be inconvenienced. Yep, that’s one way to put it.
Back to work
Guard puppies
The further we go, the lighter the load.
6.5K on yesterday’s journey.
Yep, walking outdoors is an important part of my life. I want to keep on keepin’ on.

It had been days since my last bar visit, and I remedied that with my Sunday feeding for the Hideaway girls. They were down to three yesterday. Saves me money, but still sad to see this bar going downhill so fast. I’m not sure what the answer might be that would turn the place around. A classic catch-22; you can’t pay for staff without customers and customers won’t come to an empty bar.

My other Sunday tradition after Hideaway is to make a beeline for the beach.

And there it be.
And here comes my ride to the floating bar.
The view, the breeze, and the cold beer, what more could I ask for?
Swan arrived a few minutes after I did and brought her brother, John, along to enjoy the experience. Does that make her a Swan sandwich on John bread?
The view from here.
And then this happened.
The end of the day has arrived.

We departed shortly after the sun did and made our way back home via a tricycle. I watched episode #3 of “Blue Eye Samurai,” and it was the most intense so far. An animated adult drama (this episode prominently featured brothels) set in Japan wouldn’t normally be my thing, but I’m enjoying this one.

Until yesterday, it had been a week since I’d managed to break the 10,000-step barrier.

Mission accomplished!

I’ll have a hill or two to challenge me on today’s Hash, and it will be interesting to see how I handle those. I’ve been doing better on the neighborhood inclines and am feeling stronger, so hopefully, I’m on the road to restoration.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q:  Do people ever need to take out a loan to receive a new organ?

A: It depends on how expensive it is. I don’t have an organ, but when I was shopping for a piano, I went with a baby grand and I had to borrow the money to pay for it.

Yeah, I know. For a stupid shit I can be a real smartass sometimes.

How about these?

Then why don’t more people see death coming?
Well, speaking as a former HR manager, I declare Mr. Spock a humorless snowflake.

To be clear, in my professional life I didn’t bring my bad jokes to the office. Got in trouble once for something I said here on the blog (called Mohammed a pedophile), but I maintain that was historically accurate (he married a twelve-year-old). Still, I concede it was insensitive. Sorry, not sorry.

Back tomorrow with the Hash report. Thanks for coming by!

That was a 1st

And now, I’ll take a 2nd to explain.

I didn’t walk again yesterday. Maybe I’m just making excuses, but I decided to give it a rest and hope the new meds kick in and start making a difference. I used my new pocket inhaler during the dog walk, and it did seem to help with the breathlessness attack I was suffering. I took today off as well, but I will definitely be out again tomorrow for the candy walk with Swan.

Yesterday was payday for my helpers and for a couple of others I’m helping. I’m able to use wire transfer services for this task, which keeps it simple–it’s never been easier to spread the wealth! My main charity projects are the mountain mama and her kids and Mary, the student I provide with the cash to continue her education. Of course, these days, I only get the satisfaction that comes from helping those in need, and that’s enough.

Feeding the family and paying the bills.

I didn’t leave the ‘hood yesterday, but I did go next door for a nice evening with neighbors.

Martin and his lovely wife, Jossie, were our gracious hosts.
The homemade goodies Jossie prepared for us were delicious.
Let’s eat!
A nice view from the balcony upstairs

I’d never been inside Martin’s place before and it was amazing. I was especially envious of his downstairs bathroom:

I’d enjoy soaking in that tub/jacuzzi.
He also has a game room with a pool table and dart board.

From the downstairs patio looking up. I want to get some lights like that for The Rite Spot.
We had a good time drinking beer and chatting the night way.

And my non-bar fun is not over yet. Tonight, I’ll be visiting my Dutch friend Max’s place to participate in a going away party. Max is heading back to the Netherlands for a few months. Look at me having an actual social life. Who’d a thunk it?

Oh, and it turns out my Aussie neighbor Allen reads my blog. Nice to see you again last night!

That’s Allen in the white shirt. You are famous now, mate!

We talk about grammar and punctuation here (and my being a bad example for both), but spacing is important, too.

A sign of the times?

Let’s do the Quora Q&A:

Q: How would you prefer to die if given the choice?

A: Peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather did. The passengers in his car that day died screaming in fear.

Thousands of comedians out of work and I’m trying to funny? Ah, well. How about these:

That’s plum good.
I’ll get back to you on that.

I’m planning on resuming my normal routines tomorrow. Hopefully, I’ll be better than I was. Either way, I’ll do the best that I can do. Stick around and see what happens.

Leap forward and March on!

Some days it sure does feel that way

February ended with a leap, and I landed here in March. Here’s how I spent that extra day:

The doctor’s visit took place in typical Filipino fashion. As I’ve mentioned before, you can’t make an actual appointment. You call the hospital, find out what hours the doctor will be in, and get there early. Once you arrive, you get put on a list and wait your turn on a first come, first served basis. The pulmonary doc I needed to see was scheduled to arrive at 2:30. Swan has a friend who works at the hospital, and she kindly added me to the top of the list, saving me from having to arrive early to reserve my place in line. And yes, some money did change hands when we arrived.

Anyway, the plan was to leave the house a little after 1:00, walk to the highway, catch a Jeepney to SBMA, and then walk the two blocks to Baypointe Hospital. As we stepped out the door, our neighbor Martin and his wife were pulling out of the driveway. It turns out they were heading to Royal for some shopping, and they dropped us off right in front of the hospital. Much more comfortable than a Jeepney ride on a hot day. We did arrive earlier than necessary, but better early than late.

One of the procedures is having your vitals checked before seeing the doctor. When the clinician was surprised to see my oximeter reading of 92, I laughed and said it was 88 this morning. Anyway, I did the pursed lips breathing thing for a couple of minutes and got it up to 95, so he was satisfied. With the extra time, I went down the hall to see about getting my head examined–or at least my eyes. I have an appointment (yes, I was happy to discover they schedule appointments!) with the doc who did my cataract surgery for Wednesday.

So, it was a bit after 2:00 now and I settled into a chair in the hallway outside the doctor offices. 2:30 arrives, and still no doctor. I sent my helper to inquire about his whereabouts, and she reported back that “he was on his way.” Three o’clock and still no sign of him, so I’m getting frustrated. My helper reports back that he is finishing up his rounds at Gordon Hospital in Olongapo and will be here soon. I was frustrated and pissed, but had invested too much time and effort to bail out now. Dr. DeJesus eventually appeared a bit after 3:30. And I was the first to get in!

The doctor reviewed notes from my previous pulmonary visit as I recounted the symptoms I’ve been experiencing. His first words were a little disconcerting, “You do understand that COPD is a progressive disorder.” Um, yeah. That’s why I made the lifestyle changes to slow it’s progress. So, he wrote out a list of several new prescriptions that will hopefully clear the mucus from my lungs, and help open my breathing passages so I get more oxygen in my bloodstream. He also gave me script for a pocket inhaler to use in emergencies. I showed him the one I’ve been carrying for that purpose and he advised it was wrong because it takes too long to be effective during a breathing attack.

Salbutamol in my pocket for those breathless moments
And my oxygen tank at home when my lungs need some extra air.

Dr. DeJesus also recommended that I purchase an oxygen concentrator for home use. It’s on my shopping list.

The visit was completed within thirty minutes of the doctor’s late arrival. He apologized for the tardiness, so I’ll give him that at least. We took a taxi to Barretto from the hospital and had the driver drop us off at Papagayo, a nice beach resort in town. They were having a celebration to commemorate the 71st anniversary of their founding. How often do you get to eat at a place that is older than you are?

I hadn’t been to Papagayo in quite a while, too fraught with memories of the times I spent there with my previous love at her favorite restaurant. Good food, beachside tables, and friendly staff is how I recall the experience.

The company was nice, too. Well, those days are long gone, over two years ago now. And things turned out okay for me in the end.

Right when we sat down, here came Dr. Jo and hubby Chris and they joined us at our table. It was weird seeing my other doctor unexpectedly. I assured her I hadn’t been cheating. She laughed, and I shared the prescriptions Dr. DeJesus had provided. She didn’t see any issues but made suggestions for a couple of tweaks. Then we got down to the business we had come for.

They were offering a special anniversary menu with all selections being only 71 pesos ($1.40), which is a real bargain. The mechanics listed for the event were a tad off-putting, especially the one that required you to “pay as you go.”

The other shocking thing was the price of a beer–160 pesos, by far the most expensive beer in town. I don’t remember the beers here being anywhere near that much before, so I suspect they upped the price to help cover the undercharging on food.

I had a chicken enchilada…
…and a beef burrito with Mexican rice.

My oh my, was I in for a shock. Served on paper plates with plastic forks. But the real issue was the quality was WAY down. There was more rice in my enchilada than chicken. It seems they weren’t reducing the price on their regular items, the made their regular items cost less to make. A Mexican-American Hash buddy was eating at a nearby table, and he declared it the worst Mexican food he had experienced.

People were rolling in for the big event, including neighbor Jeff and a couple of his friends. We were all disappointed in the overall lack of quality and slow service. I get the idea of the 71 pesos for 71 years promotion, but they probably lost future customers by cutting corners.

You can see how happy we all look.
The founding mother of Papagayo stopped by our table to greet us. I doubt she had a clue as to what was happening.

Anyway, I was not going to stick around drinking 160 peso beers, so we said farewell to our friends and headed out. Appropriately enough, we made Cheap Charlies our next stop (55 peso beer). Then we did our nightcap at Wet Spot. I saved money there, too, because Aine was “booked” by a customer. And that was how I celebrated the extra day in February.

Speaking of restaurants, John had a worrisome post this morning on Facebook:

need help

We’ve been surviving for 7 years in Barretto without any problem, but ever since I’ve been sick, it’s gone down hill. I spend little over $2000 USD per month for my medical overall and I don’t make that much.

I am designing lunch specials inexpensively hope I can sell my food in volume. We use very good materials and hope you can find value in our meal. All are p295 except steak. Also, I will continue Aussie steak at p495 for lunch special. P495 is really close to my cost and maybe I can make some by selling drinks. I’ll also add tenderloin pepper steak at p695. Lunch special is, orders received before 3 pm.

Within lunch hour, p500 or more, free delivery within Barretto.

Those who have our lunch special or any meals at our place, can get 5% off from meat & cheese department.

I am hoping you guys come by and dine with us or use our meat & cheese department once or twice a week. It’ll definitely save my life.

Anyone interested in running restaurant also welcome to talk to me. The restaurant is on sale as well. I might have to go back and fix my health problem in Korea.

I’m going to make an effort to eat at John’s more frequently than I have been. Would be sad to see him or the business go.

I didn’t even attempt the group hike today. Scott sent me a photo of what I missed.

I’m really looking forward to getting back up and at it soon.

I am going next door to spend the evening with my British neighbor Martin and the other hoodies tonight. These gatherings of the Bryce Street expats are always a good time.

Well, at least I can still indulge my love of brewskis. I’m hoping to be re-engaging my walkaholic lifestyle soon as well.

Here’s your Quora Q&A for today:

Q: Since retiring, do you still set the alarm to wake up in the morning?

A: No, I do not. But oddly enough, I wake up earlier on my own than I used to when I was working. I go to bed earlier, too, so maybe that is why. I do sometimes set my alarm when I take my afternoon nap though.

Let’s give ’em something to smile about:

That dog won’t hunt!
I’m going to start calling my bathroom Jim. Might as well get in shape while I’m dumping weight.
Whoopee ti yi yo

Damn, we used to sing that song during music class in elementary school. It’s funny the shit you remember in old age.