Yeah, I’m back again to provide your daily dose of nothingness. Here’s how things looked yesterday, starting with the weekly Decay Dance.

When beer o’clock arrived, we were off to It Doesn’t Matter. We had the outdoor patio to ourselves and enjoyed the street views as we imbibed. Then it was on to Queen Victoria for our nightcap.

And that’s how I made it through another day without biting any dust.

From the LTG November 2019 archives, I recount the tale of my 75th Hash run, where the Philippine Navy detained our group for trespassing on a Navy base. Um, we were just following the Hash trail, and there were no fences or no-trespassing signs. The Navy’s response was “we should have known better.” All these years later, we still give the Hares (Leech My Nuggets and Anal Receptive) shit about it.

Today’s YouTube video is another of those AI-rendered journeys to the past; this time, 1956. It is accompanied by a very nice song, which makes the six minutes go by easily. I was alive in ’56, but still in infancy. Even so, the lack of people smoking and everyone being dressed in formal style is a dead giveaway. Where are the working-class families like my mom and dad?

Here I go with this crap again:

And now I’ve done my duty for the day. Hope you enjoyed today’s glimpse into my life in paradise. Such as it is.

These days, I avoid stress and drama as much as possible, and I can always rely on my mantra, “take a deep breath, relax, accept the Filipino way,” whenever the need arises. The bullshit in the comments of late has been a tad irritating, but I’m over that now, too.

Here’s how I spent Independence Day in the Philippines:

For the Friday hike, we did a scouting mission for the upcoming June 22nd Hash trail.

And then at the appointed hour, we headed out to visit the newly reopened BarCelona. Except it wasn’t. All the lights were on as we climbed those god-awful stairs, but then we walked inside an empty bar. One unfriendly Filipino was inside, taking pictures, and just grunted, “Not open.” I was a little irked coming back down the stairs. At the bottom was a foreigner, whom I presumed to be the manager, who said, “You are early birds, we don’t open until 6” (it was a little before 5), and I pointed out that the signage says “open from 2 onward.” He shrugged and said that was the former hours, and that he hoped we’d return later. We didn’t, but I’ll give them another chance at some point.

On the other hand, the new Jungle bar was in the midst of their “soft opening,” and we were warmly greeted when we walked inside. Well, there’s still a lot of work to be done, some of which was annoyingly going on during our visit, but when it is ready for a “grand opening,” I’m sure it will be nice. I still liked the old Green Room vibe better, but the girly bar customers at the other tables seemed to be having fun with the gals. I personally don’t like seeing all that hands-on business, but it didn’t appear the girls minded.

After finishing our drinks, we walked up the road a piece for something to eat at Myleen’s. Yeah, we both enjoyed some birria tacos.

We did our nightcap at the Alaska Club. Owner Jerry is still out of the country, and we were the only customers. Our regular waitress took good care of us and we rewarded her with a couple of lady drinks. At Swan’s suggestion, we bought a drink for a dancer who was actually putting in some effort. I didn’t want her at our table, though, because she looked a little wild in the eyes (I’m talking crazy), so she had her drink on stage.

We didn’t buy drinks for the two gals who ignored my friendly greeting the other day. Whether or not they made the connection, I don’t know. I don’t care, either.

Then we were homeward bound. A batch of strawberry-banana smoothies was a nice transition to bedtime. And so our Independence Day revelry came to an end.

Not my Facebook memory, but this post on Facebook brought back memories:

From the November 2019 LTG archives, I tell about the night I got robbed. Well, burgled technically, but I was home at the time. It could have been worse, I suppose, and in some ways, my failure to properly secure my sliding glass doors puts the onus on me. Well, I haven’t been a crime victim since (not counting Filipina scams), so there’s that.

Well, when you are in your 70s, you want to remember the first time you experienced the 70s. Today’s YouTube video was a little walk through the past that is gone forever now.

Forgive me, Father, for I have joked:

But enough of this nonsense.

Life is good.

The latest “news” in my so-called life is that I’ve agreed to join Scott (Pubic Head) as a Hare for the June 22 Hash Run. We haven’t pulled this duty for quite some time, and it’s good to step up and help fill a void. Of course, when two old farts are laying the trail, it ain’t gonna be a real hard one. It being rainy season and all, that might prove to be a good thing. A wet flat trail is better than a muddy steep one. That’s how I see it anyway.

Anyhow, we went out on a scouting expedition yesterday to recon a trail. The designated On-Home venue was at Smurf 69’s place in San Isidro (where we had the beer stop on Monday’s Hash). Scott pulled up a map from a walk we had taken last year out Naugsol way, and we decided to start there. It was a long trike ride from Barretto to get there, and we planned to hire a Jeepney for transport to the Hash. The hike itself was surprisingly pleasant and came in at just under a mostly flat 7K. Here are some photos to give you the flavor of our trek.

So, after our successful scouting mission was completed, we learned that Smurf 69 was no longer interested in hosting the On-Home for the Hash on the 22nd. So, yesterday was a wasted effort in that regard, but it was still a nice hike. Tomorrow, we will go look for a new trail that takes us to the new On-Home at Hasher Sully’s place in Calapandayan. We’ll be exploring some variations on the Philseco loop. And so it goes.

After some R&R at home, Swan and I made our way out to Baloy Beach.

But it wasn’t empty:

We decided to change things up for dinner and visited the Viking Resort instead of Treasure Island.

After our meal, we walked back to the highway and did our nightcap at Snackbar.

And that’s how we rolled through another day.

And I’ve rolled on to November 2019 in the LTG archives. Here’s how I dressed up for Halloween back then.

I also came across the YouTube video I’m sharing today in the archives from six years ago. It seems to have aged well.

HaHa, it turns out it is age-restricted now. Oh well, watch it here if you are curious as to why.

Let’s get today’s humor out of the way:

And there you have the story of another day.

I’m not going to waste a lot of time on yesterday because it wasn’t special enough to warrant the effort. Every day at my age is a gift, so I’m not complaining. Let’s get this post done with so I can get back to the present.

Grocery shopping went without a hitch. I even remembered to unlock my credit card, Woohoo! Stopped by Dr. Jo’s for my weekly Ozempic injection. Everything seems to be going according to plan so far. At the appointed hour, we headed into town and kicked things off at Mango’s for dinner.

Dinner was fine, but a fly drowned in Swan’s half-finished wine, so we didn’t stay as long as normal. I needed to replenish my wallet, but it took three tries to find an ATM that would dispense the desired cash. So, that foiled my plans to stay on the less-visited side of town, and we wound up at Sloppy Joe’s instead. And that’s where we stayed until it was time to head home. Yep, a nothin’ kind of day, but it will serve to make the rest of them better by comparison.

I was reminded today of that time in my life when I was bearded.

Back to the October 2019 LTG archives. My purpose in going through my old posts, besides reminding me of things I’d otherwise have forgotten, is to tag those I deem appropriate for use in the story of my life. Yes, one of my bucket list items is to put together an autobiographical book so when I die, I won’t be totally forgotten. Maybe some close friends and family members will want to know about that crazy guy who disappeared in Asia all those years ago. Maybe not, but I won’t care. When I die, the blog dies, and with it, twenty-plus years of writing about my life. Hmm, I guess this is a classic vanity project. Anyway, most of the crap I post isn’t worthy of being salvaged. But some of them have meaning for me, even in a small way. Today’s entry is just the typical post about another hiking day, but it mentions a gal named Ilene, whom I was longing for. We eventually did get together briefly, but, of course, I managed to fuck it up. Or maybe it was destiny intervening, so I’d still be around when Swan became available. That’s life.

For today’s YouTube video, I came across yet another vlogger who does AI time travel. That makes three (so far). This one, Daina, is pretty good and also very easy on the eyes. I like the concept of going back in time and hope someday to be granted a do-over myself. Anyway, enjoy Daina as she finds herself aboard the ill-fated Titanic.

(just now looking in the comments left on the above video, pointing out various inaccuracies in her depictions. I noticed a couple, but I still think it was worth the watch.)

On to the humor we must go:

See, we got through today’s daily dose almost pain-free, didn’t we? More to come tomorrow.

Okay, nothing significant to report about the goings on around here, so you’ll be blessed with a short and sweet post today.

It being Saturday morning and all, we headed out for our weekly Decay Dance.

Best of all, there was no rain falling on our parade.

Later in the day, Swan went to see a friend in the hospital, and I waited for her at It Doesn’t Matter. When Swan arrived about an hour later, she wasn’t feeling well. She couldn’t even finish her glass of wine and wanted to go home. I, of course, being the gentleman that I pretend to be, told her I’d go with her. I asked if she minded stopping at Sit-n-Bull so I could get some takeout for dinner. Bless her heart, Swan suggested we go to Wet Spot and order from there. So, that’s what we did. I had a couple of beers, the food was delivered, and then we triked it on home.

I told you it wasn’t much of a day, but I’m still happy for the opportunity to have lived it.

It’s September 2019 in the LTG archives, and I’ve paid my first visit to Vietnam. Specifically, that city formerly known as Saigon. Having managed to avoid making that journey as a young soldier (the draft ended the year I became eligible), it was an eye-opener when I voluntarily went fifty years later. I was impressed enough to make Vietnam my “Plan B” choice should I ever feel the need to abandon the Philippines. Although I much prefer the Da Nang area to Saigon. Here are my first impressions. Then I did a day tour that featured a guide bragging about how the Viet Cong killed Americans. I bit my tongue a lot that day. I also posted about my food experiences at the behest of legendary foodie, Kevin Kim. And finally, a wrap-up pictorial post featuring scenes from around the city. All in all, it was one of my better travel experiences.

For today’s YouTube video, I couldn’t resist taking another journey with that time-travelling vlogger, Emma. This time, she visited Pompeii the day before the volcano erupted. Another nice job that held my interest, something that is increasingly difficult to do these days. See for yourself.

And I’ll finish things off with these:

As an added bonus, here’s an explanation of what I mean:

And so it went.

Another rainy day is in the books. There’s no stopping the weather, so you either let it stop you or you get out there and make the best of it. The latter option is much more fun!

Scott joined Swan and me for the Friday group hike. We brought our umbrellas along and put them to good use as we traversed a 6K walk on the streets of Santa Monica and Matain.

Unlike the previous couple of days, the rain didn’t stop when it was time to head into town. That didn’t stop us either. With umbrellas in hand, we ventured out to Baloy Road and popped into Harley’s.

After the usual enjoyment of the Harley’s experience, we hoofed it over to Barretto proper and paid a visit to Gold Bar.

A couple of beers (and a glass of wine) later, we did our nightcap at Queen Victoria bar.

Besides having someone to talk to, an added benefit of Mike’s presence was being chauffeured home in his comfortable automobile. A nice finish to our day.

Nearing the end of August 2019 in the LTG archives, and I came across another post chronicling the chapters of my working life. In this episode, I tell the story of my first promotion into management as a Safety Specialist. It was the first step in a long climb up the ladder.

I inadvertently discovered today’s YouTube video as I scrolled through the usual sites I visit. How could I resist a story about time travel? Yeah, it’s all made up in an AI rendering, but damn, it was an enjoyable watch anyway. I’ve even subscribed to her channel. Have a look and see what you think.

A funny thing happened as I finished this post:

Had enough? So have I. Let’s try again tomorrow.

“Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.” 
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

Some days just don’t amount to much, even by my low standards. Throw in some inclement weather, and you have a good excuse for being lazy. Swan had some errands to attend to in Olongapo, so she couldn’t join me for a Thursday walk. I could have done a boring solo street walk again, but instead, I said “fuck it” and did nothing. So yeah, that’s how I didn’t roll.

The Lord, being a loving God, paused the rain at beer o’clock, facilitating an umbrella-free walk into town.

Then we moved on to Cheap Charlies for a change of scenery and some dinner from Foodies.

The rain forced us to move from our street-view perch to a stool at the bar. I haven’t sat there since the last time the skies opened up their wrath.

And then we headed back downstairs and hailed a trike to take us home in the pouring rain. And that’s all there was to the day.

Facebook memories are the closest thing I’ve found to time travel:

From the August 2019 LTG archives, it is my 64th birthday, and there’s no one who needs me and no one to feed me. But I was healthy and active and still making the best of my time here on Earth. And of course, there was a Swan to come in my future.

Today’s YouTube video is from a vlogger who is lovin’ life in the Philippines with only his monthly Social Security for income. Apparently, he moved from San Diego, where he lived in a van. He made a good point in comparing those who live in poverty here to the poverty he witnessed back home. I live large on my government pension, but I noticed the video showed a walking view of Alona Beach in Panglao, Bohol, which made it worth watching for me.

The jokes are falling like the rain:

There’s an old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish who kept confessing to adultery. One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said, “If I hear one more person confess to adultery, I’ll quit!”

Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word. Someone who had committed adultery would say they had “fallen.”

This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well, until the priest died at a ripe old age. About a week after the new priest arrived, he visited the mayor of the town and seemed very concerned.

The priest said, “You have to do something about the sidewalks in town. When people come into the confessional, they keep talking about having fallen.”

The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told the new priest about the code word.

Before the mayor could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger at the mayor and said, “I don’t know what you’re laughing about; your wife fell three times this week.”

FAFO.

Yep, still raining, but it didn’t stop me today. I’m just gonna keep on keepin’ on and be glad for it. Better wet than dead!

It’s been a day without power thus far, and the battery on my laptop is about ready to say fuck this shit. So, let’s see if I can make it to the end of this post before it dies.

Once again, nobody was up for a Wednesday Walkers outing. Not surprising, really, given the weather forecast for more rain. But almost miraculously, there was a break in the storm about leaving time, so Swan and I took advantage of the opportunity to get out and do some scouting. Yep, Swan and a couple of her Hash Gash buddies are the Hares for next week’s trail. They have a general idea of what they want to do, so Swan and I gave that route a try.

I kept my phone in my pocket for most of the walk. Nothing really to see that hasn’t been seen before, and honestly, unless it is raining on Monday, the trail we walked will be a tad too boring, even for the cripples. I offered a couple of suggestions to spice it up some, so we’ll see what the gals decide.

Anyway, our On-Home next week is at Kim’s Place on Baloy Beach. The plan is to go through Matain and then cross the river to Baloy via a banca boat. If yesterday was any indication, that might pose a problem.

And then it started raining again, so we grabbed a trike for home.

Then, as further proof that God loves beer too, it stopped raining again when it was time to head into town.

Then Swan asked if she could get her birria fix. Welp, Myleen’s is practically right next door, so why not?

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot, then headed home via trike in light rain. At least there was no flooding last night.

From the August 2019 LTG archives is a post mostly about my hiking day entitled “Ranger danger.” What I found interesting is that only seven years ago, I was bushwhacking my way up into the hills all by my lonesome in search of new paths. Shit, I don’t have the balls to even think about doing that these days. Well, like I’ve said, turning 70 was a milestone, and I’m no longer the man I once was.

I’m in a race against a dying battery, so no time to search for something more interesting for the daily YouTube video. I hope a look around Subic and Olongapo will suffice for those who have some curiosity about what things are like around these parts.

Let’s get the humor out of the way:

WooHoo! I made it!

I sure as hell hope power is restored before it is time to head into town for tonight’s adventure. We shall see.

Tuesdays are my most blah day of the week. A rainy Tuesday only makes it worse. But still, there are always ways to add a little spice and make it seem a little different than normal.

When there is nothing of interest to say about the grocery shopping experience, that’s a good thing. But it is easy for an old man with diminishing brain capacity to fuck that up. At least I remembered to bring my credit card with me this week. But when it came time to pay my 8900 peso bill at the YBC supermarket, my card was rejected. Twice. Luckily, I had enough cash in my wallet to avoid additional embarrassment. Back in the car, I tried to open my credit union app on the phone, but couldn’t get a connection. Oops, my data network was turned off. Then I opened the app, checked my credit card, and sure enough, I had neglected to unlock it (I keep it locked after having been scammed recently). I unlocked the card, and it worked just fine at Royal. I create problems, and then I solve them. Good stuff, eh?

Next up was my weekly visit to Dr. Jo for an Ozempic injection. I only lost one pound last week, but at least I’m moving in the right direction.

Like a miracle, the rain stopped just before beer o’clock, and we hoofed it into town without the need for umbrellas. Kicked off our evening at Sloppy Joe’s.

Two of my favorites at Alaska Club (right next door to Sloppy’s) walked past on their way to work and couldn’t be bothered to respond to my greeting. Not even a nod or a smile. Even Swan found their behavior rude. Oh, well. It’s good when people show you who they are. I scratched off my plan to make Alaska our next stop.

And then the rain started coming down in buckets. And didn’t stop. We extended our stay at Sloppy Joe’s, waiting for the break in the storm that never came. Now what? Well, we had umbrellas, but I knew the highway would be flooded, so walking would be wading. Then I remembered the bar upstairs from us, Tryst, had recently reopened. We decided to give it a try.

We were the only customers, which I suppose isn’t unusual since we are early birds (it was only 7 pm) and it was pouring rain. Four gals were working, and they seemed genuinely happy to see us. Only two dancers, but damn, they put some effort into it. That’s something you rarely see in the bars these days.

I bought them all a lady drink and handed out cookies and lollipops. They were happy and thanked us profusely. I hope Tryst makes it, but I have my doubts. More bars than customers in Barretto these days, but you never know.

When it was time to head home, there were no trikes at the trike stand, so we had to wait. Finally, one pulled up to drop someone off, and we were able to catch a ride. As I predicted, the highway was indeed flooded:

Well, at least I won’t be complaining about the heat for a while.

From the August 2019 LTG archives is another chapter in the “one lifetime, many lives” series. This one was about my life as a letter carrier with the United States Postal Service. It was good while it lasted and led to bigger things.

Today’s YouTube video lists 10 countries where expats don’t live in fear of crime. Spoiler alert: The Philippines isn’t among them. That said, I feel perfectly safe walking in my little town of Barretto. I wouldn’t feel that way in Manila.

You are never safe from my jokes:

A husband and wife had four boys. The odd part of it was that the older three had red hair, light skin, and were tall, while the youngest son had black hair, dark eyes, and was short.

The father eventually took ill and was lying on his deathbed when he turned to his wife and said, “Honey, before I die, be totally honest with me – is our youngest son my child?”

The wife replied, “I swear on everything that’s holy that he is your son.”

With that, the husband passed away. The wife then muttered, “Thank God he didn’t ask about the other three.”

Will the next one be his?

Anyway, that’s the best I can do for today. I may be walking in the rain this evening, but hopefully I’ll be able to get to a bar while my feet are dry. That beer ain’t gonna drink itself, you know.

My original plan was to walk to the start of the Hash trail by taking the path I call My Bitch and then coming down “the tires” behind Columban College. Except it never stopped raining, and I knew that steep descent, which is tough when it is dry, would be treacherous when wet. So, discretion being the better part of valor and all, I opted to do my own street trail.

Turns out, we only had 16 Hashers show up yesterday, the smallest turnout since I’ve been Hashing in Subic. And only one person actually did the trail from beginning to end. Sorry for the wasted effort, Leech.

So, that was the first rainy day Hash of the season. More to come in the months ahead, that’s for sure.

The usual after-Hash hangout at It Doesn’t Matter, only smaller. Then we called it a day and headed back home, glad to be alive.

From the July 2019 LTG archives is this post showing the darker side of my nightlife in Barretto. Now, I’ve never been a hardcore whore monger like many of my fellow expats, but there was a time when I’d occasionally partake in what the bargirls offered. I’m glad that those days are behind me now and that I’ve found a good woman to see me through this final chapter of my life.

Today’s YouTube video takes me back to the first time I experienced being in the 70s. I was one of the biggest potheads around back then, but I got stoned and still didn’t miss it. In fact, I’d say the weed enhanced the experience. I’ve mellowed into being a beer-drinking fool in this iteration of my 70s. Oh, shit, it’s age-restricted. Just click the link to watch.

Can I blame my twisted sense of humor on all that grass I smoked?

Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, though, so St. Peter had to tell the first one, “Heaven’s getting pretty close to full today, and I’ve been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what’s your story?”

The first man replies: “Well, for a while I’ve suspected my wife has been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her red-handed. As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell something was wrong, but all my searching around didn’t reveal where this other guy could have been hiding. Finally, I went out to the balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing, 25 floors above ground! By now I was really mad, so I started beating on him and kicking him, but wouldn’t you know it, he wouldn’t fall off. So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and starting hammering on his fingers. Of course, he couldn’t stand that for long, so he let go and fell-but even after 25 stories, he fell into the bushes, stunned but okay. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge, and threw it over the edge where it landed on him, killing him instantly. But all the stress and anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the balcony.”

“That sounds like a pretty bad day to me,” said Peter, and let the man in.

The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being full, and again asks for his story.

“It’s been a very strange day. You see, I live on the 26th floor of my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I fell over the edge. But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the balcony on the floor below me. I knew I couldn’t hang on for very long, when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I was saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me. I held on the best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and started pounding on my hands. Finally I just let go, but again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right. Just when I was thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I’m here.”

Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty horrible death.

The third man came to the front of the line, and again the whole process was repeated. Peter explained that heaven was full and asked for his story.

“Picture this,” says the third man, “I’m hiding naked inside a refrigerator…”

I guess he didn’t see that one coming.

The skies are clear this afternoon, so there’s that. We’ll see what happens next.

I have no complaints about where my road of life has taken me. But getting here certainly wasn’t what I expected. It’s been a rough and sometimes painful ride, but I don’t regret making the journey. Yeah, I could have done things differently, but who knows where that might have led me. So, I guess when I think about do-overs, I should keep in mind about being careful what you wish for.

Thinking back just now about some of those divergent paths Frost mentions, three important events come to mind. The first being the decision not to give my firstborn daughter up for adoption. Of course, I knew that would be a life changer, and it was, in a positive way. Then there was the night I was destined to meet the love of my life, KaraLynne Pope. A seemingly insignificant decision led to a life I would never have envisioned. Of course, the love ended in tragedy for me (don’t they all?), but everything I was to become flowed from that event. And of course, there was the decision I made to leave my American life behind and move to Korea. Nothing has ever been the same after that.

I have fewer roads to choose from here in the final chapter of my life, but I have been blessed with all the experiences that came with the paths I chose to travel. *sigh*

Meanwhile, back here in the present, let me share the events that filled my hours yesterday.

Then it was time for our Sunday Sweets Stroll. And yes, I decided to do the photo every 1000 steps thing again. I figured I should document the route because I’m planning to change things up going forward.

For our Sunday evening fun, we kicked things off at the Outback Resort poolside bar. I’d never seen the place so packed. The pool was full of kids being loud and happy, which is good for them but not so enjoyable for us. So, I suggested we take our drinks and sit at the Outback open-air restaurant, where we shared some fish and chips. After we ate, we moved inside the Outback Billabong bar to enjoy some aircon. When Swan finally finished her glass of wine (same glass in all three stops), we headed up the highway and, after some back-and-forth discussion, decided to finish things off at Wet Spot. The big news is that the bar next door that used to be Green Room will be reopening in a matter of days.

Anyway, we made it home safe and sound, and I awoke to another day.

Facebook memories carried me back ten years to my working life.

Moving on to the July 2019 LTG archives, I write about a new charity project–a single mother with five kids and no sponsor. I figured helping her directly was more beneficial than giving money to an orphanage that may have had legitimacy issues. Yeah, I was still pretty naive about things at this stage of my residency. The teenage daughter I considered sponsoring for college wound up pregnant before finishing high school. I don’t recall why or when I ended support for this family, but I’ve found others to help since then that are more worthy. My current projects include a college student (yes, a girl I briefly dated), a cancer patient, and a widowed mother. It’s not a lot, but every little bit helps.

Today’s YouTube video is a nighttime stroll down Alona Beach in Panglao, Bohol. Been there, done that, wanna go back again. The video does a good job capturing the magic of the place. Even got a glimpse of my favorite hangout, Escape Bar. Maybe I’ll live there in a do-over life.

Here we go again:

Here it is, another Hash Monday, and right on schedule, rainy season has arrived. Thunderstorms through the night, and it’s been raining all morning. It doesn’t bode well for a tough Leech My Nuggets trail. I’m just gonna play it by ear and see what happens.

You already knew this, but it bears repeating:

Just another boring “day in the life” story to share today. But it doesn’t feel boring living it. Going on nine years here now, so nothing seems new when I’m out and about. Hell, I’m hardly ever inspired to take a photo by something I see on my walks, because I’ve pretty much seen it all before. So, for yesterday’s Decay Dance, I decided to invoke the one picture every 1000 steps scheme. Here’s how that worked out:

We did change things up a tad for our Saturday evening enjoyment by heading out to Treasure Island on Baloy Beach to hear some live music.

I recorded a song so you could hear for yourself how the Engine sounds:

After an hour, Engine took a break and the second band, Star Network, took to the stage.

We stayed through the second set of the Engine Band, then walked back up the road to Snackbar for our nightcap.

And that’s how we danced and rocked our way through another day.

From the June 2019 LTG archives, I share my thoughts on living an American life in the Philippines. Yep, all these years later, I still haven’t embraced Filipino culture and lifestyle, but I’m at least participating on occasion. I have a Filipino family living in my basement apartment these days (Swan’s niece is our new helper), so I’m closer than I was anyway.

Sticking with the cultural theme, here’s a hilarious YouTube video I first posted thirteen years ago. It’s only two minutes long, and it will make you laugh. Promise.

I can’t top that video, but I’ll try anyway:

That’s just about enough for one day, don’t you think? I’ll try again tomorrow.

Oh, and this is the last day of May! I came across this old favorite of mine and really enjoyed hearing it again after all these years.

Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul.”
–Aldous Huxley

I came across the above quotation during my ongoing perusal of the LTG archives. In the past, it resonated as I felt trapped in my routines. These days, I take comfort in the sameness and hope that I can keep doing what I do well into the future. I think the different outlook can be attributed to growing older and having fewer options. The less you can do, the less you are missing out on. Funny how that works.

So, once again, no one chose to participate in the Friday group hike, so I was on my own. I suspect the ongoing heat wave may be a factor in the unwillingness to hit the road, but I’d rather be hot and miserable than bored and miserable. In deference to the temperature, I opted for the relatively flat and easy Philseco loop walk.

Then at beer o’clock, I headed back out. First stop was getting my ears lowered at the barber shop. After getting clipped for 100 pesos, plus a 50 peso tip, it was time to satiate my beer appetite. Conveniently located across the highway was Red Bar, where Swan awaited my joining her.

We still enjoyed our time outside on the patio. Even ordered a big pizza to share with the girls. When it was time for our nightcap, we headed a block up the highway to Jumpin’ Jacks.

Since we were the only customers on a Friday evening (it was still early, the live music didn’t start until 9), I splurged and bought a round of lady drinks for all the girls. Yeah, once in a blue moon, I’ll pretend I’m a two-week millionaire. A pleasant visit as usual, but the clock chimed 8 pm (the clock in my head, I mean), and we paid our tab and headed for home.

Yep, successfully rolled through another day in paradise. It never gets old!

Another old photo of my mom and dad popped up in Facebook Memories today:

From the June 2019 LTG archives is a post in which I reflect on the meaninglessness of my life and look back through the years at the various times and places where emptiness abounded. Which triggered me to recall one of my favorite Earnest Hemingway stories, “A Clean Well-Lighted Place.” It’s kind of funny how that study of drinkers I shared yesterday had a Hemingway category, which is a good fit for how beer impacts my personality. And as I mentioned earlier, I’ve reached a point where the life I’m living “satisfices.” It was a long road getting here.

And today’s YouTube video is a reading of “A Clean Well-Lighted Place.” Less than ten minutes long and well worth the time. Or if you are old-school, you can read it yourself here.

Time for the shit that makes you smile:

And so it goes.

Here’s one from the wayback machine that I’ve not heard in this century.

I guess it says a lot about nothing when the highlight of your day is taking a 7K stroll to the Subic WalterMart store. Swan was along for the trek, so there was that. There wasn’t much of anything new or interesting to see on our backstreet route, so not many pictures either. Here’s what I’ve got to share:

When the evening hours rolled around, it didn’t get much more exciting. But excitement is overrated. We had an enjoyable time at It Doesn’t Matter, topped off with a delivery of birria tacos from Myleen’s. Then we had a pleasant nightcap at Wet Spot to bring our Thursday to a close.

See, I told you nothing can be good enough for me!

In other news, I’m reading more and more concerning information about potential negative side effects that come with using GLP-1 drugs like Ozempic. Althouse links to a Washington Post article that includes this:

On social media and at doctor’s offices, some users have reported a type of brain fog and others something broader and harder to define: a strange emotional flattening. People describe less pleasure, less motivation, diminished interest in hobbies and even reduced sexual desire. Those accounts are beginning to raise deeper questions about what, exactly, these drugs are changing. If GLP-1s alter the brain systems involved in reward, craving and motivation, researchers wonder, where is the line between quieting a person’s destructive impulses and reshaping personality itself?…

Of course, in my case, emotional flattening might be a benefit.

And then there was this post about the GLP-1s destroying balance and sensory systems:

We must confront the most severe pharmacological threat to the vestibular system in a generation. We face an undeniable clinical crisis, supported by 496,756 patient records. This study confirms that the widespread use of GLP-1 receptor agonists (GLP-1RAs)—Ozempic (Semaglutide), Mounjaro (Tirzepatide), and related drugs such as Wegovy—is a direct driver of organ destruction and systemic microvascular failure. We consider a catastrophe spanning the inner ear (the cochlea) and the retinal macula.

That’s admittedly pretty scary-sounding, and I do sometimes encounter moments of lightheadedness. Then again, I’m elderly, so that comes with the turf. I won’t be surprised if I become that cliche, “Help! I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!”

But just to keep things in perspective, this article talks about hidden GLP-1 benefits that improve heart, liver, kidney, and other organ functions. That’s what I’m hoping for!

Anyway, my plan is to reach my weight goal, which will take six more months at my current rate of loss, and then quit the drug and replace it with self-discipline in my eating habits. If that doesn’t work out for me, I want to test the microdosing theory I’ve read about. That’s both cheaper and potentially less damaging. We shall see what the future brings.

Okay, enough of substance! That’s not what people come to LTG for.

More and more, I’m finding stuff in the LTG archives I’d totally forgotten about. Like this post from June 2019 about an incident at Alley Cats bar that almost resulted in fisticuffs. Patrick is still around, although he isn’t aging well and recently had a stroke. Still smoking and drinking, but I haven’t sensed any bad blood between us. Since I’m re-retired from darts now, I likely won’t run into him again.

Coincidentally, today’s YouTube video discusses the impact that drinking has on personalities. I’m happy to report that I’m in the “Hemingway” group, which basically means that I don’t change much when I’m drunk. But yeah, I’ve seen others transform from quiet and reserved to loud and aggressive when they drink. Anyway, it was an interesting watch and based on scientific studies, so good to know.

Try these on for size:

And that’s it for this time. I’m just gonna keep plugging away and see what happens next.

In the comments to the post about my first visit to the Itaewon Grand Ole Opry bar that I wrote back in 2005, my father said, “Don’t you remember the song, Hugging and Chalking? Also, ‘comfortable’ girls are like older women…they make beautiful lovers.” Well, the song was from 1947, so I didn’t remember it, but I’ll always remember it now. Thanks, Dad!

Lots of “S’s” in my day yesterday: shopping, shots, sand, sundown, Snackbar, and some shit. Now you can suffer while I recount how it went down. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it short.

The grocery shopping was a good indicator of where I’m falling into that expat lifestyle creep (spending more because you can until you can’t), mentioned in the YouTube video I posted the other day. I spent $113 at the YBC supermarket, which was primarily for the cookies and candies we hand out every week. Next up, I paid the quarterly visit to the PureGold supermarket to look for some hard-to-find items and spent $75. Then it was on to Royal for my regular weekly groceries, and I dropped another $154 there. So, $342 doesn’t break the bank, but it does exceed my $250 weekly grocery budget. It could have been worse, but the exchange rate is now over 61 pesos to the dollar, a near record.

Then it was off to see Dr. Jo for my highest-dose Ozempic injection yet. That set me back almost 9000 pesos. I struggled with some acid reflux last night, but my appetite was suppressed (no craving for dinner). So, going into month three of this treatment, I’ve lost thirteen pounds thus far.

I’ve given up on resurrecting my darting life, so instead of Alley Hideout, we headed to Baloy Beach.

The Kokomo’s floating bar is gone for the season, but we walked to Kokomo’s anyway to check out their newly renovated Tiki Beach Bar. It is nicer than it was and will be an option to visit when Swan needs her beach fix.

We paid the too-rare visit to Harley’s next.

I thought I’d get hungry, and Harley’s has a good food menu. The hunger never came, so I never ate.

Swan had an appointment to meet up with her girlfriends, and I decided to do my nightcap at Snackbar. Something about our parting triggered some tampo shit from Swan. Luckily, it seems to have resolved itself now. Two beers at Snackbar, then I was home alone.

From the June 2019 LTG archives, I was walking old paths in Anjeong-ri and gaining new insights into the life I had left behind. Too bad I don’t seem capable of figuring shit out until it is too late to do anything about it. But, that’s the story of my life.

It’s been quite some time since I last checked in with Smart Girl Philippines. In today’s YouTube video, she ranks the value of foreigners to the various types of Filipinas they are likely to encounter. From my observations over the years, she is pretty much spot-on.

And you knew these were coming:

It seems there was this couple from Minneapolis, Minnesota, who decided to go to Miami Beach for a few days to thaw out during one particularly cold winter.

The airlines have crazy frequent flyer rules, and the wife ended up on a flight the day after her husband.

The husband made it down to Florida and arrived at his hotel. Upon getting to his room, he decided to open his laptop and send his wife back in Minneapolis an email.

Unfortunately, he didn’t notice he had misspelled his wife’s email address

In South Carolina, a widow had just returned from the funeral of her husband, a Methodist pastor of many years, who had been called to glory just a few days earlier.

She decided to check her email because she was expecting to hear from relatives and friends. Upon reading the first email, she let out a loud scream, fainted and fell to the floor.

The woman’s son rushed into the room and found his mother on the floor. He glanced up at the computer screen and saw the following email message:

To My Loving Wife: I’ve just been checked in. Everything has been prepared for your arrival here tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then.

Your Devoted Husband.

P.S. Sure is hot down here.

And there you have the story of the “S” in my TueSday.

I don’t visit Snackbar often these days, but I had to smile when the waitress welcomed me back by playing this song on the music box:

First off, today is Memorial Day for Americans, the day we set aside to honor and remember the men and women who gave their lives in service to our nation.

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
–Alfred Edward Housman

Thank you for your service and sacrifice.

Today’s post will be brief, in part because I don’t have much to say, and also because I have somewhere to go. So, let’s get on with it.

The Sunday Sweets Stroll went as planned, but honestly, I’m not enjoying this one as much as I do the Decay Dance on Saturday. The route is boring, some of the kids are rude, and I think maybe it is time to change it up. We shall see.

As for the evening activities, we kicked things off at Red Bar. I had some food delivered from Jewel Cafe, and we soaked up the patio ambiance as we dined. Then Swan needed to leave to attend a memorial for a friend who had recently passed away, so I was on my own. I decided to pay a visit to Alaska Club as my next stop. Except for a pool tourney, it was a very quiet night in the bar. I did note that three dancers in attendance were thinner than the ones I saw during my previous visit. Owner Jerry is currently back in the USA, so I missed our usual chat.

I planned to make the seldom-visited Nipsey’s Bar my nightcap destination, but they were closed. Thumbstar Bar across the highway is under new management, so I figured I’d check things out there. It was also very quiet there last night, but I settled into a stool near the dance stage and ordered up a beer. Then a couple of the waitresses joined me at my table, and we shared a chat. I was sorry to hear they had closed down the kitchen (the shawarma here used to be excellent). A lady drink is 300 pesos, well above my 200-peso limit, so I told the gals I’d give them a tip instead, and they seemed fine with that. I asked one of them where she worked before Thumbstar, and she said, “Don’t you remember? Rapscallion.” No, I didn’t remember. That long-closed bar was never one I frequented regularly. But then she told me we were Facebook friends, which was another surprise. I’m forgetting everything these days, including what a small town Barretto truly is.

And then it was time for me to drag my sorry ass back home, so I said goodnight to my new old friends and headed outside to grab a trike. I was sound asleep when Swan arrived back home a couple of hours later.

It’s the last day of May 2019 in the LTG archives, and I’m back in Korea for a visit after a one-year absence. Once again, I was overwhelmed with memories from happier days there. So overwhelmed that I considered ending the trip early. I didn’t do that, but I’ve never gone back either.

Today’s YouTube video discusses three “Twilight Zone” episodes that invoked enough outrage to be banned from syndication. I was a big fan of Rod Serling and this show, even at a young age. The complained-of content would have been totally over my head.

Humor time:

So, today’s Hash is what we call an “Out Station.”

Pundaquit is one of my favorite places, and I’m looking forward to hiking there today. The CMC bar is my kind of hangout, and the food is great. It should be a nice Hash experience. We leave at 11:00 this morning for the bus ride out to San Antonio. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

Speaking of blessings, I sure did get lucky when I began sharing my life with Swan. Yesterday morning, she asked if I wanted anything, and I told her I’d like some toast with jam.

Then we did a hot and sweaty Decay Dance that left me feeling toasted.

Back home, Swan called me to check out this reptile roaming in the vacant lot behind our house.

It being Saturday and all, and having missed out on the Barretto bar scene on Friday, we made our way into town promptly at beer o’clock. It had been quite some time since we enjoyed the ambiance of the Outback pool bar with its beach views, so that’s where we headed. Alas, despite an early afternoon rain shower, it was still too damn hot to sit outside, so we moved to the indoor Outback Billabong Bar.

Our next stop was Gold Bar.

The real reason for our venturing to this side of town was to pay belated birthday greetings to Jake, the manager of Queen Victoria Bar.

And that was it for our evening on the town.

Facebook reminded me that today is the sad tenth anniversary of my dear friend Bridget Werner’s passing. I’d never met anyone like her before or since. A wicked sense of humor and a lot of shared laughter make her unforgettable.

From the May 2019 LTG archives is another chapter in the “One lifetime, many lives” series. This chapter was devoted to my being a whore life. Talk about getting screwed! It’s a whore story! Although looking back at the memories isn’t so bad.

Today’s YouTube video is from a vlogger I’ve never watched previously. He talks about the trap of feeling rich and gradually living beyond your means. Well, I’m going on nine years now, and for the most part, I’m staying within my budget. I have a great house for a little over 600 bucks a month, but I tend to overspend on groceries and eating out. Then again, my income is a lot more than $2500 a month, so I can afford it.

Smile with me:

And that’s the update for today. Thanks for stopping by.

But this day was different. Despite the comfort I take in my daily routines, changing things up occasionally keeps the living fresh and interesting. Getting out of town, seeing something new, chillaxin’ with friends is all it takes. I got invited to hang out with Swan’s lady cadre for a day of fun and exploration way out in San Narciso. My pal Scott came along with his gal, so we enjoyed our Friday hike while the girls did their thing. Then we sat around the campsite drinking beers and taking in the scenery. Oh, and some of Swan’s relatives and their kids came along as well. It was definitely a Filipino-style family outing vibe. It was nice for a change.

While the gals set up camp, Scott and I hit the trail.

Hmm, I wasn’t sure if I should be spelling that embankment “dike” or “dyke.” Turns out, both are correct, but the webpage I looked at had this warning:

But the word “dyke,” when spelled with a Y, has been used over the years as a slang or slur term to describe a lesbian. It’s not a kind term, so try and avoid using it.

Kind of ruins my “finger in the dyke” joke, though. That poor little Dutch boy!

Anyway, enough of that nonsense. On with the show!

We were also probably the oldest ones there.

So, it was a different kind of day, indeed. And I enjoyed the change of pace.

Well, I started drinking WAY before beer o’clock, and I know my limits. So, the decision to stay at home on a Friday evening was an easy one. How’s that for different? But what to do with my usual bar time? Scott had told me about a series he had just watched on Netflix called “The Man in the High Castle.” So, I fired up the television for the first time in many months and proceeded to watch the first episode. The basic premise is that Japan and Germany had won World War II and divided the USA between them. Episode 1 depicts life as it was in occupied America in 1962. I’m enjoying it so far, but before I could finish the first episode, we had a power outage, and I was left in the dark. Oh well, I’ll continue with it soon. I just need to squeeze some TV time into my daily routines.

So, yesterday was about as different as it gets around here.

From the May 2019 LTG archives, I post about my first time as the Hare with the Hash. I write about the experience of marking the Hash trail, and then I share the response to the trail from my fellow Hashers.

Today’s YouTube video from the Filipina Pea shows her visit to a World War II museum in Dumaguete. Some of the artifacts look amazing. I’d like to visit someday and see it all firsthand.

Time out!

That’s the way it was, no time to get back to the way it is. I think there is some beer in my near future.

Gonna keep it short and sweet today. I’ve just arrived home after an all-day adventure I’ll share with you tomorrow. But for now, here’s a brief recap of yesterday.

Swan and I did a nice walk on the riverside, gave our lola friend her allowance, and passed out some sweetness to the children we encountered along the way.

And of course, at beer o’clock we headed into town.

And then we finished things off next door at Wet Spot. No nightcap, because we had to get up early this morning for that adventure I mentioned.

From the May 2019 LTG archives is the post where I reflect on the first anniversary of my arrival in the Philippines. It took a while, but things worked out eventually.

Today’s YouTube video discusses the phenomenon of a shrinking circle of friends as we grow older. Hmm, so it’s not just me? Honestly, I’ve recently had several people I considered true friends abandon me, and it hurts. All I can figure is that I was never as important to them as they were to me. Life goes on, and I hope they are doing better without me in theirs.

Maybe my warped sense of humor drove them away.

Anyway, this is the first post I’ve written in a LONG time after I’d been drinking. Maybe that makes it better for my beloved readers. Anyway, I expect things will be back to normal tomorrow, so don’t get your hopes up!

I like to think I’ve done a reasonably good job adapting to the heat here, but damn, this year is the worst that I remember. I know I’ll be bitching about rainy season soon, but for now, I say bring it on. Wet with sweat or wet with water both suck, but I’m ready for something different.

The heat may have been a factor in there being no other participants for the Wednesday Walkers group hike. I went out for a sweaty 7K street stroll to Calapacuan and back. Along the way, I saw two dead men walking.

Yeah, they weren’t walking, I was. It sounded better in my head.

It being Wednesday, we hoofed out to Baloy Beach for the floating bar experience after our one-week absence.

I asked Steve if there was a typhoon forecast causing the earlier-than-usual end of the season. He said the bay had swells two feet high washing over the deck this week, so he’s playing it safe rather than sorry. And so it goes.

I’ve moved on to May 2019 in my journey through the LTG archives. In this post, I reflect on life in my hometown of Barretto. The demographic trends to the elderly side, but then, as far as retirement communities go, this one is rife with exciting things to do and see. I mention my friend John and his girlfriend Mango and their 40-plus-year age gap. John was subsequently diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, which progressed to near disablement level. He is now back in the province with Mango and being cared for by her and her family. Loving Filipinas to stay by our side at the end of days is perhaps the best aspect of retired life here.

Today’s YouTube video is the story of the three laughing monks. I didn’t know whether to believe it or not, but a quick Google search says they did exist. Honestly, when I see people on the street laughing for no apparent reason, I figure they are crazy or on drugs, and give them a wide berth. Anyway, it is a short video with a positive message, so judge for yourself.

Time out for some humor:

That’s all for today, folks.