Too pooped to pop

It turns out good intentions are not a source of energy. I led the Friday hiking group on a journey that included a couple of moderately easy climbs but was mostly flat. And it was fun as long as it lasted, but somewhere around the 6K mark, my body started screaming, “That’s enough!” So, wanting to avoid arguing with myself, I sent the others on without me. I detoured over Bridge #3 and grabbed a trike to carry me home. Yeah, I call it pooped out, but the reality is I pussied out—shame on me.

My fellow Friday hikers
On the streets of Alta Vista
A short journey on the My Bitch trail
You guys coming?
Now what?
An old Hash trail marking
Back on flat ground
Cookie time
We saw several carabao and gave them all a wide berth.
The valley portion of our hike
An Easter Mountain view
Trudging onward
Country living
About the biggest turkey I’ve seen in these parts
The fields in rainy season can get a little dicey. Surprisingly, we made it across and kept our feet dry.
It’s rice planting season again
Pole dancing
Heading back to town, just a kilometer or so before I wimped out
You’d think I’d be ashamed of myself, but I carried on this morning by bailing on my Standard Saturday Solo Street Stroll. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.

And yesterday afternoon was Filipino family day here at The Rite Spot. I guess it went okay, I was the only white guy and my Tagalog is practically non-existent, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. I was a bit surprised when my pending birthday was celebrated along with Swan’s sister. The crew had worked in the kitchen all morning making various Filipino delights, although I did not partake. I guess I just wasn’t in the mood for pancit with a side of chicken feet.

Our guests seemed to be enjoying the views from The Rite Spot
The early arrivals
Granny snoozing in the rocker
Singing the birthday songs
Thanks for thinking of me and for getting my age right. (I identify as a thirty-year-old)
The other birthday celebrant
Some of the food
Lots of folks downstairs as well
Been a while since I enjoyed watching the sun go down from The Rite Spot
The clouds made for some nice views
We had a few sprinkles but no real rain

I bailed early because that’s the way I roll. Swan said the party went on until midnight. I guess that qualifies as voting with your feet. We’ll be doing a more foreigner-centric party upstairs this coming Tuesday.

Praise be to the God of brew

Facebook reminds me of my former life thirteen years ago when I formed a darts association in Columbia, South Carolina.

I even designed the logo.

The darts association lives on, but the name has been changed to Soda City.

I assume the soda comes from the nickname of Columbia, “Cola.” The logo lives on, though.

Evil is always on the prowl.

Saw lots of other evil faces at the DNC

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay follows up on the so-called “enhanced” review of tourist visa renewals. As I mentioned, when I recently renewed, nothing had changed (other than my wearing slacks and collared shirt) during my visit. That’s not to say that it won’t, but it seems there has been no significant increase in visa extension denials.

And now for the comics:

Man, I hate when that happens!
Nothing like getting your money’s worth.
This one hits a little too close to home.

Now, where was I? Oh, it’s Saturday night! I haven’t made any plans as yet, but I expect I’ll be feeding Swan somewhere and worshipping at the beer alter. See you here tomorrow!

Smoke on the water

Another Thursday has been quenched. Things kicked off with a solo walk of just over 6K. Nothing significant to report other than some leg pain I had to endure for most of the hike. It was bad enough that I wanted to sit down for a spell, but every time I got to a shady bench, it was otherwise occupied. So, I trudged on, and eventually, the pain receded, or maybe I just got used to it. I’m just going to have to accept that, along with the wisdom that comes with old age, aches and pains are par for the course.

Just starting out and I see something lurking in the weeds up ahead
Holy cow!
Next I encountered these lazy goats
A stray dog is nothing unusual
The Easter Mountain view
Don’t get cocky!
Down in the valley
These fuckers were in attack mode, and I was ready for a fight, but the cowards wouldn’t get close enough. I did toss a dirt clod their way.
Duck off!
A river runs through it
Crossing Bridge #4. Or is it #5 now? Well, until the rebuild of #1 is complete and we see if the newly constructed crossing is intended to be temporary, we’ll leave the numbering unchanged.
Let sleeping dogs lie. Not sure why they just don’t tell the truth.
The Bridge #1 rebuild continues apace.
My solo journey

When I got back home, Swan asked me if I wanted a meat pie for lunch. Sure, why not.

Except that pie crust isn’t bread
It’s mashed potato. Masarap!

Swan said I needed a haircut and she wanted one too, so we headed into town for the barber.

Ran into Lorna on the way into town. Poor girl was seven years younger than me. RIP.
A new barber (my old one died) and a little shorter than I’m accustomed to, but on the bright side, I won’t need another cut for a while.

After we were done at the salon, I had a surprise in store for Swan. Loaded her into a Jeepney and took her to her favorite beach bar.

We hadn’t been here for several weeks.
The beach was clean and the floating island resurrected after the typhoon damage.
The view from here
And another
Who’s that hot short-haired girl at the bar?
Nice to meet you!
I zoomed in on that ship anchored in the bay to see what kind it might be. Still no clue, but it’s not a Navy vessel.
When it was time to eat, I opted for the chicken fajitas
Swan did those pork thingys with a side of mac and cheese.
A last look at the sun before we headed back to Barretto

For our nightcap, we decided to visit Whiskey Girl, a place we hadn’t been to for several months. Nothing much had changed, except my regular waitress, Kim, had traded in her belly for a daughter. She wondered when I might be due, but I bought her a drink and changed the subject.

While we were at Whiskey Girl, a storm came through, and we could hear the rain pounding on the roof, even over the music. That was a bit of a surprise because we hadn’t seen any rain for a couple of weeks, and the skies hadn’t appeared threatening. But we definitely needed the cleansing that comes with rain. You may have noticed in many of the photos above that the sky looks almost smoky. It turns out it’s not smog, but something called “vog”–the gasses and dust spewed from the Taal volcano on the southern end of Luzon island.

The view from my patio yesterday afternoon
The same view this morning after the rain

Isn’t life grand?

I came across an excellent example of just how important punctuation truly is.

I must have been late to punctuation class because I’m not very punctual these days.

Facebook memories took me back to a luncheon with my team on this day back in 2017:

Those were the days!
I was the Human Resources Director, so I couldn’t play favorites. But Miss Song was special in my secret heart.

Couldn’t resist sharing this political meme:

It is genuinely scary to think that the typical American voter would fall for this bullshit. Wake up, sheeple!

Today’s YouTube video shares the story of an American retiree who finds himself in a Filipino prison. My number one objective has always been to avoid doing anything that might result in my being jailed. I doubt I’d survive more than a month or two under those conditions. So, being smart and avoiding anything illegal (like drugs, even marijuana) goes a long way. Sadly, if you piss off the wrong person (like your ex-wife), you can be set up for a fall. Sort of like they did to that Trump fella in the USA.

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

(For some reason, I can’t embed the video. Sorry about that. Just click the link above to see it.)

And now for some humor:

It takes lickin’ and keeps on tickin’
Someone should erect a monument in recognition of the hard life of Sir Penis.
It’s a small world, after all…

So, Swan invited her family to the house this evening. I guess we will all hang out at The Rite Spot and do things Filipino-style. This is a big milestone in the relationship spectrum. I’ve met some individual members of Swan’s family, but having the whole crew over to the house is kind of a welcoming ritual where Swan shows that we are the real deal. My introverted nature is a little bit in the dreading mode, but I imagine a beer or three will help alleviate that. Wish me luck!

Pounding the pavement

The Wednesday Walkers took a little stroll on SBMA (the old Navy base), trekking out past the golf course, up into the Binictican housing area, and then through the El Kabayo horse stables before completing our 9K loop. It was almost all blacktop, but as the first timer to this area, Michael, put it, it is like being in another country—clean roads without much traffic and a quiet and safe vibe. No Jeepneys or trikes allowed!

And away we go
It had been a couple of years since we’d last walked these roads
It took a lot of balls to pose for this photo. We saw a couple of these vendors selling golf balls recovered from errant golfers.
One of several industrial parks on SBMA.
A watery forest
I’m told the golf course is Japanese owned and caters to an upscale crowd with 5000 peso a round greens fees.
They say the cart comes first, but I never saw the horse.
Pretty typical of most of our walk. A couple uphills, but not bad at all.
We did encounter this obstacle–a bridge under construction. We weren’t allowed to pass, but the guard directed us to a detour we could take.
The detour
Off the beaten path
Over a creek and through a park
The creek
Up some steps
Then back on our intended route.
The guards were friendly enough as we entered the housing area, but did take a photo of our IDs.
Marching onward
The area was called Forest View, but I couldn’t see the forest for all those trees.
The stables used to offer horseback rides, but they appear to have fallen into disrepair.
The barnyard
We did see several horses in the pasture.
Thanks for the warning.
Almost back to where we started
A pleasant 9K jaunt
After the hike we went to a local eatery called Vasco’s for some bayside refreshments
Order up
A view from our table
One of the original Subic Hashers, Roadwhore, lives upstairs from Vascos and he came down to greet us.

Later in the evening, Swan and I enjoyed our visit to It Doesn’t Matter. The girls seemed pleased with the brownies I baked them. We did our nightcap at Wet Spot and I remembered to use my Sit-n-Bull discount coupon for some food to bring home. Aine continues to ignore, and that’s fine with us.

Probably time for me to go home.
I rarely break the 20,000 step barrier these days, but a long flat walk got me there yesterday.

Today’s YouTube video from Reekay delves into the “friends with benefits” relationship issue. I gave that a try for a while, but the transactional nature (at least the way I was doing it) over time turned out to be unsatisfying.

And now for the funny stuff:

If you can’t take the heat, stay out of the kitchen!
That’s not the shaft she was looking for.
Sometimes you need to turn a blind eye.

That’s it for today’s post. More to come tomorrow.

Never heard of this group or this song before. At least the title works for this post.

Gettin’ it done

It’s not like I have much to do, but by golly, I did it anyway. As usual, my Tuesday begins with a grocery shopping excursion to the Royal Duty Free supermarket. Nothing exciting to report about that event, but here are a couple of highlights:

I don’t normally buy hot cake mix, but when Swan saw this, she thought the price (60 pesos = $1.08) must be a mistake. I looked at the other brands, and they were three or four dollars. Unable to resist a bargain, we bought two. And yes, I watched them ring up at the cash register to ensure I wasn’t overcharged.
Baby back ribs for half price! How could I resist? I bought two racks for about ten bucks each.
All those bargains added up and I spent a lot more than usual (about $150. over budget)

I had my driver drop me off at Dr. Jo’s clinic on the way home so I could do a consult. The pulmonary doctor had increased my dosage of metformin, and I wasn’t comfortable with that. I’ve also had some folks mention that I’m again retaining fluid in my ankles. As I expected, Dr. Jo didn’t think doubling my metformin intake was a good idea, and she also tweaked some of the other drugs I’ve been taking for years now. She wants me to get some additional blood work, including a PSA test, to check my prostate. Hubby Dr. Chris sent me a couple of links regarding chelation therapy. He said that he and Dr. Jo are using this method to cleanse their arteries. I did some limited research and noted that it is not FDA-approved for this purpose, but after what the FDA approved for COVID, I have little faith in their judgment. Some of the drugs I’m taking now are related to test results in a Korean hospital ten years ago that showed a 20% blockage in one of my arteries. I’m still on the fence about chelation, but I’ll consider it a future option.

Speaking of heart issues, my friend and frequent commenter Kevin Kim is home from the hospital after his narrow escape from death. In case you missed it, here is his account of what happened. Keep fighting! You’ll be back on the path to restored health and walking across the Korean peninsula again soon. You can do this!

When I asked Swan what we should do for our evening out, she responded that she needed to visit our waitress from Alaska Club, Vanessa, and give her the notes and paperwork she retained from her studies as a caregiver student. So, we visited Sloppy Joe’s next door and waited for Alaska to open. We didn’t have to wait long because Vanessa stopped by our table on her way to work.

Good luck with your studies, Vanessa!

I had a “buy one, get one” SOB coupon to use, so we made Green Room our next stop. Swan’s generosity surprised me once again when, unbeknownst to me, she sent one of the waitresses out to buy some meat-on-a-stick to share with the other girls. I did buy a couple of lady drinks, at least. Later, my neighbor Jeff and his lady Davina joined us at our table, and we shared some drinks and chat. Another mutual friend, Matt, just returned from visiting the USA, and I suggested we throw a welcome home party at The Rite Spot. Jeff advised that he and the family would be in Angeles all weekend, so we are going to party on Tuesday. Coincidentally, that is my 69th birthday. So, I guess we’ll have a rockin’ good time.

No politics or memories to share today. You are welcome!

Today’s YouTube video is from my favorite, The Filipina Pea. She discusses how Filipinos view foreigners. The stereotype of being the rich white guy is just part of it. I laughed at being called “Joe,” which happens quite a lot. I perpetuate it by answering kids who ask, “What’s your name?” with Joe. Living in a town full of expats is a lot different than living a rural province life where you might be the only foreigner in town. I’ve noticed when we hike in areas that foreigners don’t frequent, being stared at is a pretty common occurrence. Anyway, the Pea is always worth your time. Give it a watch.

You wanna know what’s funny?

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
Maybe she has a sister?
What a jackoff!

A different kind of hike with the Wednesday Walkers this morning that I’ll tell you about tomorrow. I asked Swan about tonight’s mission, and she suggested I bake some brownies to share with the gals at IDM. Great minds think alike! No wonder I love that girl.

That’s all for now. Thanks for coming!

An abrv. post

The rare early morning post here at LTG. And shorter than usual, too. I’m one of the Hares for today’s Hash and we are meeting to mark the trail at 0930. I don’t expect there will be time for blogging afterward. So, here we go.

Another Sunday, another Candy Walk through the streets of San Isidro. Swan says we sweetened the day of 211 kids this week. Don’t ask me how she keeps count.

Swan’s bag and backpack loaded and ready to go
The stash for my backpack.
Let’s get it done!
I hadn’t noticed earlier, but we both selected the same shirt to wear yesterday
Taking care of business
We take the same route every week. A little boring, but the kids are always awaiting our arrival, so we don’t want to disappoint
Flower power
Kids were at church, so Lola took the candy for them this week
Meeting them halfway
Goats in the field
A trike with FIVE kids crammed inside stopped for some sweets
It appears you had a good run, Pablo.
The last group and the last of the candy.

He’s not in the picture, but a grumpy old man told Swan not to hand out candy here anymore because the kids throw the wrappers on the ground. While I admire his anti-littering zeal, it seems unfair to punish all for the actions of the few. Swan says she wants to skip this street next week.

Later in the day, I did my feeding at Hideaway. For a change, there were actually a few customers in the bar, which certainly enhanced the vibe. We’ll see if that continues.

Then, I crossed the highway for my dinner date with Swan at John’s place. Our old waitress, Em Jhae, was back from Pampanga for the weekend and working a shift for some extra coin. It is always nice to see her again. We took our usual seats in the third-floor open-air bar and got down to business.

John had been advertising this all week. I’d given up on Fish and Chips because most places use crap fish like dory.

I was too late for the lunch special, but was willing to pay full price to see what this Pacific pomfret John had been raving about was like.

I like the way it looks
And that’s the kind of tender consistency I like in a fish. Tasted good too!
Swan debated between the roast beef and pulled pork, but in the end, went with the pig.
Our end-of-dinner view

We did our nightcap at Alaska Club. Coincidentally, John was there playing in the pool tournament. I did my usual thing of rewarding the dancers with a fifty peso note each for actually dancing while on stage. And I also bought a lady drink for our waitress, of course. Then Swan recognized one of the dancers as someone she knew from way back in 2010, so I called her down to join us (and bought the requisite lady drink for her). So, Swan had a nice time catching up with her old pal. When I was ready to go, I paid the tab and waited for my change. When the waitress returned, she had another beer in hand, courtesy of owner Jerry. While I enjoyed my freebie, I was shocked to see Swan order two more lady drinks for our company. Good for her! I paid, of course, explaining to the girls that Swan and I have a 50-50 relationship–she buys, I pay.

Good times with an old acquaintance.

And that was our Sunday.

Eight years ago, I took my new girlfriend on an Itaewon bar crawl. I have a picture from each bar in my Facebook memories for today. This one was taken at the 7th and last stop, Debut Bar.

At least one of us is still standing.

I promise, after the elections I’ll stop posting this political shit.

I tagged my nephew Justin on this one.
Now, that’s funny!

Today’s YouTube video discusses the fact that foreigners are not allowed to own property in the Philippines. There are workarounds (like putting the property in your Filipina’s name), but those can be perilous if the relationship goes south. One friend of mine put his house in his ex’s name, but has a twenty-five-year lease. He’ll be dead before that’s up, and he won’t care.

Humor time:

What a cutup!
How ballsy
Nothing to get spaced out about.

Anyway, our trail today will include a climb up Kalaklan Ridge. I’ll let you know how that works out for us tomorrow.

Treasure this day

A bit of fog to start the day

It hasn’t rained for three days now, and my weather app says the temperature has been higher than normal. Add in the bout of laziness I’ve been experiencing lately, and it is not a healthy combination. Nevertheless, I managed to get up off my ass and do a modified Saturday Solo Street Stroll. Instead of the streets of Barretto, I walked the neighborhood. And to further motivate myself, I decided to document all the house construction currently taking place. Exciting shit, eh?

I live on Bryce, a short street with a cul-de-sac on each end.

This house is being built on the corner, where Bryce intersects with Roosevelt
A block or so up Roosevelt from me they just recently broke ground on a new place
I was hoping they’d find a way to incorporate that big ol’ rock into the design. Alas, they are slowly chipping away at it with a jack hammer. Good luck with that.
On the other side of Alta Vista is my old street, Shenandoah Bend
This monster at the end of the street is almost finished
Right next door, this one is just getting started
And they’ve just broken ground on this one next door to the other one.
And this one is going up on the other end of Shenandoah
Over to Everglades next
Where this big-ass house is nearing completion
Back on my side of the subdivision and one of the main streets, Alta Vista Avenue
This one is rising pretty quickly
And it’s been slow going right across the street on this one. I have no idea why in some cases it takes over a year to build a residence, but that is true with this house.
Then it is onto Capitol
Talk about raising Capitol… (yes, I know it should be capital. Just having some pun.)
And last but not least, this house is almost done and is one of my favorites.
Wasn’t that fun? Just a little over 3K but still better than sitting on my lazy ass.

And when the best time of day rolled around, Swan and I hoofed it out to Baloy Beach for an evening of fun, food, and music at the Treasure Island Resort.

My girl
Me and my girl
The bar
The pool
The bay
The beach
The Engine Band was rockin’! Again, live music in this kind of setting always sounds a tad off to me, but their classic rock mix of songs made up for it.
It was the largest crowd I’ve ever seen at Treasure Island. The staff was working hard, but the service didn’t suffer.
Swan had a grilled pork chop and judged it tasty, but not as good as the thick and juicy pork chops we enjoy at Mangos. She also said the mashed potatoes came from a powder mix.
I went with these tacos. Simple, but good.
I’d never seen the bay turn red like this before.
And there was some color in the sky as well.

It’s been said that a joy shared is a joy doubled. We enjoyed our Saturday on the beach together.

Yesterday will be a memory some day, just like these are now:

1973 with my high school sweetheart and first love, Karen Michelle Rush. Strange, I have a beer belly now, but didn’t have a pot belly then.
My last visit to Korea was in 2019. That’s Kevin Kim and my nephew Justin engaged in a political discussion over dinner. Sadly, Justin is a totally indoctrinated lefty.

I hope you’ll indulge my sharing some political viewpoints that reflect my perspectives:

Oh, yes she has. Just hasn’t done anything good.
See, you have accomplished something! You are one of the best fuck ups around. Or maybe you just suck.
If you base your vote simply on what’s best for you, how could you not vote Trump? Are you better off now than you were four years ago?
Yeah, when Facebook is censoring ads for a Reagan movie, you know things have gone to shit.

This is parody. Or is it the near future?

đŸ™„đŸ˜³đŸ˜ˆđŸ˜œ A man calls Pizza hut to order a pizza…

CALLER: Is this Pizza Hut?

GOOGLE: No sir, it’s Google Pizza.

CALLER: I must have dialed a wrong number, sorry.

GOOGLE: No sir, Google bought Pizza Hut last month.

CALLER: OK. I would like to order a pizza.

GOOGLE: Do you want your usual, sir?

CALLER: My usual? You know me?

GOOGLE: According to our caller ID data sheet, the last 12 times you called you ordered an extra-large pizza with three cheeses, sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms and meatballs on a thick crust.

CALLER: Super! That’s what I’ll have.

GOOGLE: May I suggest that this time you order a pizza with ricotta, arugula, sun-dried tomatoes and olives on a whole wheat gluten-free thin crust?

CALLER: What? I don’t want a vegetarian pizza!

GOOGLE: Your cholesterol is not good, sir.

CALLER: How the hell do you know that?

GOOGLE: Well, we cross-referenced your home phone number with your medical records. We have the result of your blood tests for the last 7 years.

CALLER: Okay, but I do not want your rotten vegetarian pizza! I already take medication for my cholesterol.

GOOGLE: Excuse me sir, but you have not taken your medication regularly. According to our database, you purchased only a box of 30 cholesterol tablets once at Lloyds Pharmacy, 4 months ago.

CALLER: I bought more from another Pharmacy.

GOOGLE: That doesn’t show on your credit card statement.

CALLER: I paid in cash.

GOOGLE: But you did not withdraw enough cash according to your bank statement.

CALLER: I have other sources of cash.

GOOGLE: That doesn’t show on your latest tax returns unless you bought them using an undeclared income source, which is against the law!

CALLER: WHAT THE HELL!

GOOGLE: I’m sorry sir, we use such information only with the sole intention of helping you.

CALLER: Enough already! I’m sick to death of Google, Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp and all the others. I’m going to an island without the internet, TV, where there is no phone service and no one to watch me or spy on me.

GOOGLE: I understand sir, but you need to renew your passport first. It expired 6 weeks ago…đŸ˜œđŸ˜œđŸ˜œđŸ˜œđŸ˜œđŸ˜œ

Let’s hope for the best.

Today’s YouTube video is something different: A British movie from 1991 called Filipina Dream Girls. It’s said to be a dramatization of a romance tour to the Philippines. I’ve never heard of such a thing as a “romance tour,” but I guess before the internet, you had to meet the girls here somehow. It’s a comedy of sorts, and British humor sometimes doesn’t translate, but seeing a 1990s version of the PI was nice. And damn, Filipinas were even hotter than they are now back then. Or at least the ones in this movie are. If you have an hour or so to kill, it’s worth a watch.

Oh shit, I didn’t realize that it was age-restricted. I’m only half way through, but haven’t seen any nudity or reason to age restrict. But you know YouTube knows best. Just click on the link.

And now for the funny stuff:

Shit, this is so bad it made ME groan. But, it will make the others seem that much better. Promise!
I hope you are behaving yourself, Kevin!
What do you mean you can’t hear me?
Now, that’s my kind of humor!

Now it is time to prepare for my Sunday evening rituals. I’ll feed the girls at Hideaway, then dine with my sweetie at John’s place. Should be fun.

Taking my balls to Tibag

Only four were in attendance for the Friday group hike, and since Michael had his car, I suggested we take a stroll in the seldom-visited Tibag area. I’m not sure why, but something about Tibag appeals to me. It’s way too isolated to seriously consider living there (I’m no Tibagger), but the vibe is nice. I screwed up and didn’t take any photos in the village, so you’ll have to make do with some scenes from the surrounding countryside.

My fellow Tibaggers…(l-r) Michael (Aussie), Erik (Yank), and Gary (Brit)
First cookie delivery on the hike
The road to Tibag
On that road
A tree along the way
On the outskirts of Tibag.
Taking the back way out of the village
In the jungle
That chicken bucket from Jollibee is a long way from home.
Circling back from whence we came
Another cookie stop
Most of the traffic we encountered on the road were trucks headed for the landfill.
It’s a narrow road, so two at a time was a little dicey for pedestrians
A warm but beautiful day
A shortish hike at a tad under 5K, but it felt just about right to me.
After the hike I had the group over for lunch and liquid refreshment. Swan served up some amazing burgers and fries (which I also neglected to photograph). Good times!

My next adventure was attending this week’s SOB dance competition. The Green Room doesn’t have a stage, so it’s a tad hard to get a good vantage point. I arrived a few minutes after the 4 p.m. opening and got the best seats available. Swan and Erik shared the table with me. The only problem with an early arrival is having to pay for beers (and lady drinks) until the show starts at 6 p.m. Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Some of my fellow spectators
The gathered competitors

It was a very close contest, with Green Room beating La Oficina by one point. That’s how I scored it, recognizing that the home team has a slight advantage. Swan liked La Oficina best. Once the videos get posted, I’ll share them here and let y’all decide who’s right.

The winners
The maybe should have won team

Drinking steady from four to eight stretches my capacity to the limit. So, it was in the trike at the end of the show and hitting the sack shortly thereafter. As Fridays go, I’d rate this a good one.

Some past memories to share today:

My stepdaughter Hillary did two tours in Afghanistan when her National Guard unit was activated after the 9/11 terrorist attacks. She was in a civil affairs unit doing things like building schools for the girls. She said the experience changed her life.

Twelve years ago, we spread my father’s ashes. He had donated his body to the medical university, and when they were done with him, they sent him home to us in a cardboard box.

We began in Enid, Oklahoma and shared some of the ashes with my mother.
Then we drove to Dad’s hometown of Memphis, Tennessee and poured the rest of him in the Mississippi River.
I’m told Dad used to hang out and fish in this spot growing up, so it seemed like a fitting place to leave his ashes
My Dad (top, third from left) with his fishing buddies
Older brother Keith does the pouring as Jee Yeun looks on
Watching the river carry Dad to the sea
The poem we read as we said goodbye

Back to the present, and the insanity that is the current state of our nation.

We’ll know soon enough
I’d ask how dumb do they think we are, but I’m not sure I’d like the answer. The latest rumor has Biden resigning in October so Kamala can run as the incumbent.

Today’s YouTube video is from the Filipina Pea. She explores the issue of whether Filipinas are brainwashed in their beliefs and toxic actions. Some interesting interviews exploring this issue.

Some humor would be good right about now, doncha you think?

A bad pun to start will make the rest seem better
What doesn’t go in you, goes on you!
Enough with the limp humor, how hard can it be?

So, that brings you up to date here in my little part of the world. I’m going to take Swan to Treasure Island Resort this evening for some beach views and live music. I intend to be back here tomorrow to tell you all about it!

Yeah, I know I posted this song in the not-too-distant past, but I couldn’t resist since today’s theme is Tibag. Besides, it is less than two minutes long.

I’ll take it

Yesterday may not have been perfect, but it was good enough for me. We began the day with a walk to the Subic marketplace, where Swan needed to replenish her candy supply for the upcoming Sunday Candy walk. Strolling on the National Highway is no fun, so to the extent we could, we detoured onto back streets to avoid the traffic. It added some distance, but we got to the market in just under eight kilometers.

I wasn’t feeling real motivated, and there were several times when I was tempted just to say “fuck this” and take a Jeepney instead. But when I saw this on the wall early in the hike, I answered affirmatively:

I took that as a sign
I will follow you…
…follow you wherever you may go.
Not many kids about because it was a school day, but Swan took care of the ones we saw.
Even the ones who wouldn’t stand up and get it.
Cocks on a hot tin roof
This gal was a couple of months younger than me
He was three years older. At least he lived to see his 72nd birthday.
There she was just a walkin’ down the street…
Swan grabbed a snack from this vendor…I took a pass.
Our next alley
Over the river
A new resort under construction. Pool looks nice.
I don’t recall ever seeing a green ship before
Two boxes of candies for this week’s Candy Walk. Mission accomplished!
Our circuitous path to the marketplace

Back home after a 200 peso trike ride, and Swan made me chicken fajitas for lunch.

As good as it looks
On the tortilla and ready to gobble. Well, I did add a dash of sour cream after this photo.

When beer o’clock arrived, I decided an evening at The Rite Spot was in order.

The view from the roof. And surprisingly, no rain at all yesterday.
That bay they call Subic in the distance
My Lucky boy keeping a lookout from the steps

The Australian wine my buddy Michael gifted me.
Swan enjoying her Aussie merlot
It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do a sunset series. Here goes:
Oh, the colors!
Oh, the clouds
What a show!
And then darkness descended.
Swan served up this delicious beef and broccoli dish for my dinner

I watched a couple of YouTube videos on the big screen, including one about Japan’s capture of Manila in December 1941. Let’s hope history in the form of China doesn’t repeat itself. I had a good night’s sleep, and I woke to another fine day in paradise. Keep ’em coming!

Facebook reminded me that eight years ago I met a Korean lass named Eun Oke. We had some good times and some bad times, but in the end I grew tired of her drama. It was fun while it lasted. Mostly.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. She was the first woman I dated after Jee Yeun (wife #4) broke my heart.

Reekay holds court in today’s YouTube video, sharing the stories of three foolish men who got fucked by Filipinas, and not in the good way. What was it Forrest Gump said? Stupid is as stupid does. I’ve had my share of fuckups and been scammed a couple of times, but not at this level.

And now for some humor:

Damn, God. Don’t be that way.
Let’s get something straight between us.
Like a broken clock, this is funny twice a day. Sorry if you missed out!

Gonna do the SOB tonight. Had a nice time on today’s hike in Tibag. Tell you all about it tomorrow.

This video is fun to watch. From the fat guy rockin’ it to the all white audience groovin’ on Little Richard.

Up the creek and through the village

I was back out yesterday with the Wednesday Walkers group, and we trekked up to Balon Falls, then onward through an Aeta native people’s village, and then back down again to where we started. It had been a couple of years since I’d been out that way, and everything had a fresh feel about it. Here, have a look for yourself:

Ed provided our transportation out to the border of Castillejos and San Marcelino where we began our hike.
I *think* the river is the dividing line between the two towns
Our way ahead
I guess you could say our group was a Preda tour.
Walk this way
Bringing up the rear
The first of several water crossings on our hike
Looking upstream
Upsy daisy
Our feet never got dry
The trail got a little dicey in places
The closest thing I saw to a “falls”
Even the high water litters in this country
Not one of the easy parts of the trail
A bridge we didn’t cross
Into the Aeta village. I guess laundry is part of the culture
See what I mean?
More laundry and a cookie delivery
It appears the village has a nice school
Oops, looks like I’m falling behind
Waiting on the slow guy. Hey, those cookies aren’t gonna deliver themselves
Moving out
Village living
Hello, baboy
Open-air housing
Hills still kick my butt
Where water comes from
Through the fields we go
I’m coming, I’m coming
We made this guy’s day when three of our group purchased fresh avocados from him.
And back to where we began
A very nice 4K journey

I also enjoyed my Wednesday evening in town with Swan. We kicked things off on the rooftop at BarCelona.

The standard view from my BarCelona stool
The best view
Our view

When we were ready for a change of scenery, we headed downstairs to The Green Room. Waitress Chu is always happy to drink with us, and I found watching some excellent pool players quite entertaining. We did our nightcap next door at Wet Spot, and we were surprised when my neighbors, Jeff and Davina, came in for a drink. Later, owner Daddy Dave and I had a lengthy and pleasant chat about the good ol’ days in the bar business. A very enjoyable night on the town, indeed.

Ah, one of the blessings of a long life is all the memories.

Thirteen years ago, I was bat-shit crazy in Bali
And in 2015, I had my name on the cash register at my favorite Itaewon bar, Shenanigans.
The biggest humiliation of the scamdemic in 2020 was being forced to wear these fucking face shields to enter any business. What a joke!

Speaking of jokes, how about that Indian woman running for President?

As hard as it is to believe, policy-wise, she’d be worse than Biden.

Today’s YouTube video comes from Rose Hall. She weighs in on the older-younger romances so prevalent here in the Philippines. Swan is only twenty-eight years younger than me, so I wouldn’t know. The video is not very long, and the scenery is especially nice in this one. Have a look for yourself.

Let’s see if I can find some humor:

Is it as tight as those slacks?
She must get hot when the sun is out

That’s all for now, folks. Back tomorrow to tell you about today.

Works for me

Another Hash Monday is in the books, and I’m here to write about it. The Hare, Leech My Nuggets, notorious for his hard trails, offered us oldsters what he called a “cripple’s” version yesterday. I took it, and it was close enough to perfect for me. The version I did featured one steep but relatively short climb and then a couple of smaller ups and downs before a junction with the familiar My Bitch trail leading back to Alta Vista and the On-Home at Leech’s house. The long version featured an ass-kicking climb to Kalaklan Ridge, then back down to join the portion I did. I chose wisely.

Hashers gathering at the trailhead on the far side of Barretto. I walked the 2K to get there from my house.
And we are On-On! That’s Leech My Nuggets up front with the powder to mark the trail for us “cripples”
Heading for the hills
Passing through
And heading up
Through the grass
And into the woods
Looking up from below
Come on up!
Laundry day
Someone is unclear on the concept of “taking the trash out.” It doesn’t mean dumping it in the yard outside the house.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Ups…
…and downs.
A brief glimpse of Easter Mountain
Up the creek
Almost done
Back in Alta Vista
The view from here
Leech’s place
Our path. The purple line is the way the “cripples” went.

The nice thing about the On-Home in Alta Vista is that it is easy for me to get home from there. Not even tempted to go into town for some after-Hash imbibing.

The clouds as I walked home after the Hash
And the clouds when I woke up this morning

Before going to bed last night, I randomly selected the first episode of a Netflix series called “1899.” It was entertaining enough, I suppose, but just now reading the Wikipedia link, I see that it was canceled after two seasons and that the storyline did not reach a satisfying conclusion. Nope, I’m not going to waste any more time on this one.

I still have not heard anything from or about Kevin Kim. Something is going on, and I hope it is not as bad as my imagination is leading me to believe. Kevin lives alone but has friends and co-workers who should be around to provide whatever assistance he may require. I just don’t have any way to contact anyone in Korea that might be able to provide an update.

Please send positive thoughts or prayers his way

It’s election season, so I’m doing a little more political posting than normal. Y’all know where I stand:

Hopefully, the country makes a right turn
But sheep will be sheep

Today’s stroll down memory lane was eight years ago, and it was more than a stroll, it was a climb:

Up a shitload of steps to the top of Namsan mountain in Seoul
Destination: Seoul Tower
A real ass-kicker. (Especially with a pocket full of vape pens)

Today’s YouTube video is from Reekay, who offers advice on telling your Filipina no. One of the nice things about Swan is that she almost never asks for anything, and if she does, it is usually for a charity project she is involved in. As Reekay suggests, Swan gets a monthly allowance to do with as she pleases, and she lives well within that budget.

Today’s lame attempt at humor:

I’ll drink to that!
I don’t have a drinking problem…I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem!

Speaking of which, we’ll be heading into town soon for some beer and wine. I’m thinking a nice outdoor venue, either Sloppy Joe’s or It Doesn’t Matter. Hell, maybe both. More tomorrow!

A sweet rain

I’m worried about my friend and fellow blogger, Kevin Kim. He hasn’t updated his blog, approved comments, or responded to my emails. Kevin has been dealing with some heart-related health issues, and his sudden disappearance doesn’t bode well. I hope whatever is going on resolves itself in a positive way. Hang in there, Kevin!

A stalker kitten?

Several days ago, we encountered a crying kitten on the next street over from us. Swan and I are both dog lovers, but we felt sorry for this apparently abandoned feline. We left her some water and food and hoped for the best. We were surprised to find that the kitten had moved and taken up residence under the neighbor’s car. Swan has been feeding her there, and it appears a mutual adoption might be taking place.

Swan has been busy all morning erecting a cat house for the still unnamed kitten next door. I’m pretty impressed with Swan’s carpentry skills. The way she handles that hammer is a good reminder for me to not piss her off.

Dogs and cats are not generally a good mix, so the plan is to place the shelter outside our fence and provide food and water as needed. So, we shall see what happens. Our concern is that if the neighbor starts the car while the kitten is sleeping under the hood, it could make for a deadly mess.

We also engaged in our regular Sunday candy walk, despite the threatening skies.

Off we go
First customers of the day
How now brown cow
Impossible to avoid muddy shoes
A recycled tree
Come and get it!
Making the best of what life has to offer
They came in from the rice paddy for some treats
And then the rain came
Taking shelter from the storm.
Lakeside living isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
Lining up for goodies
The biggest group of the morning
What used to be Bridge #1
I can see my house from here
That’s it on the right
Another day, another 5K

It being Sunday and all, I had the traditional feeding of the girls at Hideaway to attend to. Still only four of them, which I suppose is plenty when that is double the number of customers. Still, having two fellow drinkers in the bar was twice as many as last week. Owner Griff was there, too, so it was nice to see him again.

Down the hatch!

Next up was dinner at Pugon Corner to celebrate the birthday of Swan’s sister, Cathy.

When this place first opened, it was great. My only problem was that it was not conveniently located.

So, I arrived at Pugon prior to my guests. The waitress brought a menu and advised that none of the smoked beef selections were available. I can kinda sorta understand that; with business slow and beef expensive, why bother? I was there for the pork anyway. I ordered a Zero beer and was not surprised they didn’t have that; lots of places don’t. So, I ordered up my alternative, San Miguel Light. Despite it being on the menu, it was out of stock. I pushed back a little on the waitress, saying it doesn’t make sense not to keep a popular beer like that in the fridge. She apologized and offered to send someone to the store to buy some. Sure, why not? Bring me five. When Swan and Cathy arrived, they were told no red wine was available. Oh well. Cathy had a Red Horse, and I shared my Light with Swan.

Dinner is served

Once again, I was disappointed that a restaurant specializing in smoked and grilled meats didn’t have the baby back ribs available. So, we settled for the pulled pork, grilled pork belly, and chicken wings. The food was okay, but nothing special.

My dining companions, Swan and the birthday girl

I won’t be back to Pugon Corner. Coincidentally, Hops and Brews just announced they now have a smokehouse. Much better venue and conveniently located.

We did our nightcap at Green Room and enjoyed ourselves, then triked on home bringing an end to our Sunday.

Some memories to look back on:

I came across this photo of a ’64 Triumph TR4 and recalled the night as a drunken teen when I drove my friend’s TR4 through a brick wall. The aftermath of that night included Grand Theft Auto. I’m pretty sure the statute of limitations for that crime has now expired.
Eight years ago, I hosted a team-building luncheon as the newly appointed (and former) director for the best damn team of HR professionals I ever had the honor to lead.
Seven years ago I wandered around on the lonely streets of Anjeong-ri after my move to Camp Humphreys in Pyeongtaek. I wish I had appreciated the year I spent their more at the time.

In the political realm, memes like this are going to get nastier and nastier as we head into November:

Funny and true.

Anyway, let’s move on to today’s YouTube video. Our hostess warns of hidden risks for expats and visitors to the Philippines. It’s mostly just common sense, but the scenery is easy on the eyes.

And now for a taste of humor:

I just bought some WD40 the other day, but haven’t tasted it yet.
That resistance was more than a language barrier
Eh, I saw this before with Star Trek characters. Sorry for the repeat.

It is Hash Monday and Leech My Nuggets is the Hare. No worries, we’ve already got our shortcut planned. The On-Home is at Leech’s place here in Alta Vista, so I won’t have any trouble getting home. I’ll be back tomorrow (I hope).

For all you Navy guys out there.

Over the bridge

As seen from my patio–the end of Bridge #1

Signage has warned for weeks that the only access bridge to most of San Isidro would undergo much-needed repairs. I wondered how they were going to pull that off without totally isolating several thousand residents. Now, don’t get me started–why a decrepit one-lane bridge was the only vehicular river crossing was inexplicable and idiotic to begin with. One of those “only in the Philippines” moments. I assumed they would close the bridge for a few hours each day and lay a new sheet metal covering to replace the rotted and rusted-out road surface. So, when I saw the scene above with the old bridge destroyed and a new pedestrian crossing erected, I was like, what the hell? But then the next day, that white crane was on the OTHER side of the river, and I’m thinking, how in the hell did they get that over there? So, my walk yesterday was in search of an answer.

Another wet morning turned my path to a puddle
Easter Mountain in the misty rain
This might be a clue
Wait a minute, this road wasn’t here the last time I passed this way
Oh my! The did build a new bridge a couple of kilometers upriver before they tore down the old one.
It seems to be working so far
A fishing hole
Back across the river on Bridge #2. I reckon a new numbering order is going to be needed. The new bridge would be #4, making the old #4 number #5, and so on.
Whatever you say
The ongoing construction of the replacement bridge. That new “pedestrian” walkway is also being used by motorbikes. Luckily, no room for a trike.
Just over 5K on my journey of discovery

We spent our Saturday evening hours mostly at It Doesn’t Matter. I was surprised when one of our new Hashers, Michael, dropped in. We had a nice chat, and he is one of the most interesting people I’ve met here. Traveled and lived all over the world, and still going strong at 73. We went to Green Room for our nightcap and ordered some takeout to bring home for dinner. I watched the final episode of Cuck On Earth, and it was my favorite. I rate the series well worth the time.

That was Saturday, and Saturday’s gone.

Facebook memories reminded me that two years ago, I finally got the jab. It’s not like I had any choice. My three years as a tourist were up, and I had to leave the country. I wasn’t allowed back in unvaccinated.

I did the Sinovac and have thus far suffered no repercussions.

I saw this on the internet this morning so it must be real.

Yep, it is legitimate.

In today’s YouTube video, The Filipina Pea weighs in on the controversy surrounding the tourist visa extension requirements. As I said previously, I’m visiting Immigration for an extension on Tuesday, and this may very well impact me. I’m wearing slacks and a shirt without my ball cap to ensure I’m viewed as a respectful visitor. I hope they let me stay.

Let’s try some humor:

What goes around comes around
She prefers a man with a bulge in his pants. A thick wallet.

In the near future, I’ve got a Hideaway feeding to attend to. It’s the birthday of Swan’s sister, so we are going to treat her to dinner. Swan wants to go to Pugon Corner for our meal, and so we shall. I’ll share how that goes tomorrow.

Doc, you meant it?

The long-awaited follow-up meeting with the pulmonary specialist, Dr. DeLeon, finally took place yesterday morning. Granted, she was forty-five minutes late, but that’s just the way “Filipino time” works. Surprisingly, despite my notorious lack of patience, I accepted the reality of how things are done here and didn’t get upset. That’s quite a milestone for me.

So, we started out with the chest x-ray:

Doc said she saw no issues worthy of concern
It’s not everyday that I’m referred to as “normal”

Dr. DeLeon then reviewed the blood test results. She said everything was in the normal range except the glucose/fasting blood sugar level.

That 120 FBS puts me in the “pre-diabetic” category. My mother suffered from diabetes, and that is something I don’t want to deal with in my old age. So, I’ve got some adjustments to make, primarily in my diet choices. This article discusses some methods I’ll need to consider.

So, all in all, I’m happy with the results. Dr. DeLeon suggested I increase my dose of metformin to twice daily. I’m not entirely comfortable with that, but I will do so pending a meeting with Dr. Jo for a second opinion.

After finishing the consult, I took Swan and my helper (technically caregiver) Teri to lunch. I planned to eat at Jewel Cafe but forgot they are closed on Wednesday. So, we walked another block to Myleen’s. I had missed the Wednesday Walkers group hike due to my appointment and was surprised to see this when I entered Myleen’s:

The group was having an after-hike lunch. Sounds like I missed a nice walk this week. I’ll miss tomorrow as well due to my San Narciso trip.

When the evening hours rolled around, we caught a break in the rain and hurried out to Bar Celona to do some socializing.

The rainy-day view
The indoor view
The couple view

When we were ready to change the scenery, we headed downstairs to The Green Room, a venue that is increasingly becoming our favorite place to hang out. Swan and our regular waitress, Chu, are becoming good buddies and enjoy chatting together. I’m on hand to keep the lady drinks flowing. Works for me. We bought a pizza for the working gals to share, then later ordered another pizza to bring home with us. On the Sit-n-Bull menu, one of the daily specials was a “Big Ass Meatball Sandwich.” I’ve never seen meat on a bun advertised that way, so I decided to give it a try.

The sandwich came in a big-ass box.
I know Subway featured foot-long sandwiches back in the USA, but this fucker was the biggest I ever remember eating. I had less than half of it last night.
The pizza. Yes, that’s pineapple on top. Hey, we are in the Philippines!
Pecan pie for dessert. Hey, man does not live by blood sugar alone!

And so ended another day. Enjoy them while you got them.

Who’s counting?

Some other excitement in my day came via the Facebook Gestapo. Seems they took issue with something I shared a couple of weeks ago. At the time, I was just passing it along as food for thought, but it turns out I’m guilty of a FB crime:

Okay, Mark. You’re the boss

This is what got the Facebook Nazi’s in a tizzy:

Questions without answers are false information, don’t you know?

And as long as we are in the political realm, how about this:

Maybe Nancy was right
Assuming you have a lick of sense. Oh, wait.
Honestly, that’s one of the benefits of living here. I can ignore most of the bullshit going on back home. I fear for the future of my country, but we’ll know in November if it truly is the end of days.

Today’s stroll down memory lane took me back to my sophomore year in high school, where a simulator just like this one was part of the driver’s training requirement to be licensed at sixteen.

I passed. But I don’t remember any girls as cute as her in my class.

Eight years ago, I was repromoted to the position I had retired from five years earlier: Director of Human Resource Management, 8th US Army/United States Forces Korea.

It was probably the best two years of my career, accomplishment-wise.

I’m in a rush this morning so I haven’t had time to watch today’s YouTube video. I’m sharing this one from George with street scenes from Olongapo City. I saw George last night during his brief stop at Green Room. He wasn’t recording then, though.

And now for your daily dose of humor:

I’m no master, so I’m not taking the bait
With the neighbor?
I’m funny when you’re drunk
I get that a lot!

This morning I was greeted with this rare treat:

Hopefully, that’s a good omen for today’s travel

Okay, I’ve got to shower up and finish packing for my trip. Look for something a tad more interesting here tomorrow—or at least less familiar. See you then!

It matters not

Another mostly empty Tuesday, but why should I care? You do what you gotta do and be done with it. That’s fine and dandy with me. Here’s what I’m talking about:

Driver Danny picked us up (me, Swan, and helper Teri) as usual at 0830. Drove to SBMA (the old Navy base) and made my regular stop at the Harbor Point Mall BPI ATM where I do my weekly cash withdrawal. I inserted my card and entered my PIN, and a message appeared saying the machine could not dispense cash. Would I like to proceed? Nope. So, we moved to the other side of SBMA and another BPI branch. This one has three ATMs, so I figured my odds for a successful withdrawal were good. I usually make two separate 20,000 peso withdrawals (20,000 is the maximum allowed). The first machine dispensed my cash in 500 peso notes, and forty makes for a thick wallet. I tried the next machine, and it spit out twenty 1000 peso bills, so all was good.

Given that this BPI branch is very near the old Royal supermarket, I decided to do my weekly shopping there. This Royal is housed in the former base commissary building and isn’t as modern and nice as the new store. Still, I can sometimes find things here that, for some inexplicable reason, the new Royal doesn’t carry. The downside is that the older Royal is laid out completely differently, and I have to search for the items I desire. I found most of everything I needed, so it turned out fine. And here was a surprise:

Keto ice cream! I’ve never seen that before. Those nut-covered bars were tempting, but ten bucks seemed a bit over the top, even at “buy one, get one” pricing, especially because I’d never tasted keto ice cream and may not like it. I’m kinda regretting not trying it now.

My helper wanted some cabinet shelves under the sink, so we had some made Filipino-style. She had a worker friend buy a wooden pallet from a nearby scrapyard, tear it apart, and build these from the scraps:

Cabinet one...
…and cabinet two.

Three hundred pesos for the materials, and seven hundred for the carpenter. Not bad!

I mentioned in yesterday’s post that Swan was meeting a friend at It Doesn’t Matter. I joined her there around four thirty but didn’t want to intrude on the girl talk, so I sat at another table with IDM owner Cliff. Another of Swan’s pals came by, and Cliff’s wife joined the party.

Judging by the laughter, I’d say they had a good time at the girl party. They shared a sizzling plate of pork sisig and washed it down with their favorite alcoholic beverages.

Swan asked me several times if there was somewhere else I wanted to go, but I told her just to relax and enjoy her time with friends. I was enjoying my beer at IDM as much as I would anywhere else. And when it was my turn to eat, guess what? I didn’t order Filipino food.

I went with the tacos and they were outstanding

IDM recently hired my old dart league friend, Rica, to run their kitchen. She has had a great reputation since her time as the chef at Thumbstar and Oasis. I congratulated the owner on the excellent addition to his team. Bar food is usually okay for a drunken snack, but I’d be glad to have a meal at IDM now and then with Rica cooking.

We wound up spending the entire evening at IDM and passed on our normal nightcap, grabbing a trike home in the rain. And so ended a productive, if boring, day in the life. There is a change of pace on the horizon–I’ll be taking Swan to the beach town of San Narcisco tomorrow for an overnight stay at the Mope Resort.

The way-back memory machine carried me to1978 just after my recent move to Prescott, Arizona. I made the decision to leave California because even back then I knew I didn’t want to raise my kids there.

The family man. Now my kids have kids and are all living in South Carolina.

Here’s the latest illustration of the gender revolution:

It must be so hard on you.

I still haven’t gotten a clear answer to the simple question of whether these male-chromosome boxers were born with pussies or dicks. This is the best explanation I’ve found so far.

Today’s YouTube video from the Filipina Pea is quite different for her—she tells the heart-wrenching story of her life. As I’ve said before, she is probably my favorite vlogger, and hearing her talk about her personal journey makes me all the more impressed.

On to the humor:

And shits on a porcelain throne
It wasn’t me! I swear!
FAFO

I’ll do a morning post tomorrow before we hit the road. I finally got in to see Dr. DeLeon today, and it was mostly good news. More details on that to come. Not sure what’s on tap for the evening hours, but odds are good it will involve beer.

Nothing stops me

Well, nothing stopped me from Hashing yesterday anyway. The lunchtime downpour let up, so I headed out to the highway to catch my ride to the trailhead at the end of Rizal Extension. My “sane” cadre of Hashers opted to do the second half of the trail, and that worked out just fine. Oh sure, there was a very steep and slippery climb involved, and it was slick going back down, but otherwise, it was a pleasant enough hike despite a brief rain shower. The views up top were amazing and worth the effort of getting there. Here, see for yourself:

Last minute guidance from one of the Hares. I’m already thinking, “where’s the shortcut?”
You go your way, we’ll go ours. Doing the last half first.
As rickety bridges go, this one wasn’t too bad.
Although those handrails were so wobbly as to be useless.
Moving upward
The climb wasn’t so bad in the beginning
Getting back to my roots
It got a little jungle-like in places
The worst of the climb is just ahead. I couldn’t get any pics, it was all I could do to keep my feet.
And yes, some people live up here. The way we went down would be a much easier up than we took. I’m sure that’s the route the hardy souls residing here take.
My first and only cookie delivery on this hike. I can’t imagine what your life with three kids is like up here, mama, but I admire your fortitude.
What is everyone looking at?
Oh, nice!
Easter Mountain had her head in the clouds
Time to head back down
Back on flat ground with muddy feet
The Hares were fucking with us with messages like these.
Our On-Home venue was at the residence of Hasher Always Wet.
Our gracious hostess (in orange shirt) even prepared food for the hungry Hashers
The trail as the Hares intended. I liked it in bits and pieces…

Like last week, I opted to skip the Hash circle and hoof it back down Rizal Extension to town.

A Rizal Extension view. You can almost make out the bay in the distance. This trek added another 3K to my day and made up for some of the Hash trail I skipped.
I saw this poster on a wall during my Rizal walk. That eleventh commandment was funny enough, but the DO NOT LITTER admonishment was hilarious. Most Filipinos are going to hell, I fear!

As usual, I finished my journey at It Doesn’t Matter, the after-Hash hangout.

I was pleasantly surprised to see my old pal Chris and his lovely lady there. Nice to share some beverages with you both again!

I brought home some apple pie from Myleen’s and satisfied my sweet tooth cravings before bedtime. And so ended another day.

Some memories weren’t sad at the time, but make you blue later in life.

Eight years ago, Sohee and I celebrated a dart tourney victory. Two years later, she killed herself. She was a special woman, and her loss was a shock to all who remember her laughing nature.
Three years ago, I provided the funds for Marissa to open a small eatery. She told that had always been her dream. A few months later it was closed and gone. Last I heard, Marissa is living in Manila. She unfriended me on Facebook when she left.

More and more it seems the Land of the Free is becoming a new version of the Soviet Union.

And Orwell’s “1984” was meant to be a warning, not a how-to guide.

Today’s YouTube video comes from a Filipina vlogger I’d never watched before. She adds some context and perspective for those “Philippines is great” vloggers who don’t tell the whole story. The photography is especially well done. I was impressed enough to subscribe to her channel. Have a look for yourself:

To the humor we must go:

No reason to squawk, but that sounds like birdshit to me.
Who let the cat out of the bag?

Alrighty, then. This is my lazy Tuesday and I’ve got the shopping out of the way. Swan went to meet a friend at It Doesn’t Matter and I’ll be joining her a bit later when they finish their girl talk. We’ll see where we go from there.

Just another day

And glad to have it! Filled the hours with the usual Sunday routines, although there are always little quirks to change things up some. I’m talking about stuff like this:

When I woke up and plopped down at my desk to do my usual morning internet surf, this gecko-like creature was camped out on my window.
A bit later, after the sun came up, I noticed the clouds were hanging lower than I’d ever seen them.  

Then it came time for the weekly Candy Walk on the streets of San Isidro. Swan counted how many got candy, and we sweetened the day for 189 children. A good morning’s work!

Heading out
Still standing
First delivery
A regular stop
The Easter Mountain shot
Here you go
Marian Hills handouts
Another regular stop
The way ahead
Hands full
The mama here says she rations the candy handout so the kids have some for their school lunch bag.
These kids photobombed my finger shot
The girl in red got candy and God’s blessing.
First refill of the candy bag
Onesie
Moresie
What’s that smell?
He seems happy
Our busy street
Taking care of the stragglers
Last stop. Refilled our candy bag three times and gave it all away.
A new footbridge across the river.
A sweet 5K stroll

Come later in the afternoon, it was time to feed the hungry girls at Hideaway Bar. My weekly visits there are increasingly becoming almost depressing. As much as I enjoy bars, an empty one feels soulless. Joy said I was the day’s first customer (they opened at eleven, and I arrived a little after four). I asked about owner Griff, who was in his room out back, sleeping off his morning rounds to other bars. So, it seems my hopes that things might change with his return will not come to fruition. Hell, I don’t know what the answer for attracting customers might be. I have a reason to be there every Sunday, but if I didn’t feel obligated to continue the weekly feeding, I wouldn’t come. The hour I spend there is nothing I enjoy, and it is a relief to be on my way again.

Enjoy it while you can, Joy. I fear you will be looking for a new job before long.

Next up was my Sunday dinner with Swan at John’s place. A pleasant surprise this week was seeing Em Jae, our old favorite waitress, back at work. Well, back for Sunday anyway. She is still working at a call center in Pampanga and came home for the weekend to see her kids. They needed a waitress to fill-in yesterday and she was happy to oblige. She’s heading back to Angeles today for her real job.

A happy reunion
The usual view from our seats
Now, what do I want to eat? Philly Cheese sounds good…
…but so does the beef bulgogi. Decisions, decisions.
Bulgogi it is! No regrets about my selection.
Swan did prawns.
Watching the sun go down as we finished our meal.

After dinner, we walked a few blocks up the highway and did our nightcap at It Doesn’t Matter.

They seem to be doing things right, it was fairly busy inside and out.

And then it was time to head for home and bring another day to a close.

Commenter Ted mentioned an old Subic blogger named Warren. I vaguely recall reading his blog back in the days when I was first considering the Philippines as a retirement destination. Reader Scott said Warren also had a Facebook group called Warren’s Subic Bay. So, the blog has been gone for many years, and the Facebook group hasn’t been active since 2021. And Warren disappeared without a trace four years ago—one of those unexplained mysteries.

Scott sent me this old photo. That’s Warren on the left. People who knew him say he was a nice guy. I wonder what happened to him.

Interesting memes I ran across on the internet today:

As seen at the Paris Olympics…
And don’t even think about thinking for yourself.

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay talks about what help you can expect from your embassy should your life go to shit in the Philippines. Man, I’d hate to rely on them for anything! I have heard of cases where the embassy would arrange a flight home in a dire emergency, but your passport would be held hostage until you had reimbursed the cost of the flight. I have money in the bank, and a credit card available should things go wrong. Hopefully, I’ll never need to use them.

Some weak humor to share:

I guess this is a blonde joke
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way…

Another Hash Monday is upon me. Once again, the trail starts and finishes at the end of Rizal Extension, my least favorite location for a Hash. And the icing on the cake is there is currently a downpour going on outside. I’ve already arranged a ride to the start, but I’m keeping open the option to bail altogether or do my own trail. Today is a fine day for a bar hop! We’ll see what happens.

From the hills to the sea

Just another day in the Barrio.

Casting shadows on the dog walk to kick off the day.

Bruce, my new friend visiting from Taiwan, was up for joining us on a Saturday morning romp. I usually do a boring solo street stroll, but with Bruce and Swan along, I needed to up my game. So, we headed for the hills. We met Bruce at Sit-n-Bull and then climbed the steps up from La Union Street. From there, our journey was through the tall grass, and I had difficulty finding the trail in places. It went better after we reached the top and then rendezvoused with the familiar My Bitch trail. Then we circled around through the backstreets of Barretto and finished the hike at Sit-n-Bull after a 6K jaunt.

The hillside neighborhood off La Union Street
It’s Greek to me
Glad you could join us, Swan
Looking back down on Barretto
The grass was high, but we’re holding on…
Taking in the view
Barretto from on high
The Kalaklan Ridge. I told Bruce we’d do that climb next time he is in town.
The Subic side of things
A tree I fancied
Pausing to pose with Easter Mountain in the background
Fixin’ to head back down to town
Some friendly hillside dwellers we encountered
Some flowers I didn’t pause to smell
Steppin’ on down
Just passin’ through
The path we took

Thanks for joining us, Bruce. Safe travels home, and we’ll look forward to more hikes when you return.

Swan had mentioned craving the grilled pork chops at Mangos, so when it was dinner time, that’s where I took her. We got a table right next to the beach and enjoyed the views while our meal was being prepared.

The low-tide view from our table
A rarely seen beached whale, I mean, white woman. That swimsuit was a t-back, but the view was too gross to photograph.
Happy with what I have
Dinner is served. We were not disappointed.

After our meal, we popped in to The Green Room for our night cap. I had some SOB coupons to expend.

One coupon was for a lady drink blowjob shooter. Our waitress, Chu, gladly accepted the drink but was shy about being photographed downing it.

We had the Sit-n-Bull waitress deliver some pecan pie for us to bring home for our bedtime snack. And that’s how we ended our day in the Barrio.

Facebook carried me back seven years ago to remind me of the day I did a three-and-a-half-hour walk in Seoul.

Most of the walk was on the Han riverside path. I still miss those days.

This year’s Olympics may earn the Gold Medal for provoking memes like this:

Today’s YouTube video discusses some cultural aspects of the Philippines that folks in the West could learn from. I am happy with my decision to live here and have absolutely no desire to return to the USA for anything more than a brief visit. If I needed to move, I’d stay in Asia, most likely Cambodia.

It’s a short one (less than five minutes) so give it a watch

Today’s attempt at humor:

More and more, this is me.
Everything changes
It’s a little late for that advice now.

It’s Sunday and the Candy Walk is completed. Next up, a feeding at Hideaway bar and a dinner date with Swan at John’s. Stay tuned for more tomorrow.

Bruce in Barretto

I’ve been blogging here at LTG for going on twenty years now. During that time, there were several occasions where I had chance encounters with readers. It is always a shock to meet a stranger who tells me they read my blog. Most of the time, it’s a friendly meeting, but I’ve had a couple of unpleasant episodes. Once, during the scamdemic, I was confronted by a reader who criticized me for continuing to hike in defiance of lockdown rules. According to him, I was giving foreigners “a bad name.” In another instance, a guy I didn’t know stopped me on the street to say he didn’t appreciate my criticism of his girlfriend (she ran a bar and mistreated her employees, so I called her out for it). Otherwise, it’s always been nice to run into people who read my poorly punctuated drivel.

The circumstances for meeting a reader named Bruce yesterday were somewhat different. Bruce is from Taiwan and found my blog on some random Google search. I guess he liked what he saw because he planned his first trip to Barretto to see some of the views I post here at LTG. Bruce emailed me that he would be here for the weekend and wanted to participate in the Friday hike. He also asked about the SOB dance competition. It’s always nice to welcome someone new to the group and to meet someone who has followed my adventures from afar.

Nice to meet you, Bruce! That’s from the SOB last night. I might have had a few beers by then.

So, for the Friday hike, we planned a route that would provide Bruce with some of the views he’s been craving- the Black Rock climb and a beach walk on the bay. Here’s how that looked:

Gathering up at the Baloy 7/11
And heading down the highway
A larger group of Friday hikers this week
Through the backstreets barangay Matain
A brief return to the highway, then we headed for the hills.
Pumping iron
It’s always nice to have Swan along
The three stragglers
Up and at ’em!
I’m a little slow on the uptake
You waiting for me?
Movin’ out
Bruce seems to be enjoying the hike so far
It wouldn’t be a hike if Swan wasn’t handing out candy
The view from here
The final push up to Black Rock
Objective achieved!
This was Swan’s virgin trip to Black Rock
The view we climbed for
We’ll save the Black Rock ridge for another day
What goes up must come down. Yesterday’s downward trek was even more challenging than usual because it was slippery in places.
Slow and steady wins the race
Everyone made it down alive!
No can do!
Movin’ on!
Swan handed out candy, and Bruce gave the kids a pen and paper set. Lots of smiles in the neighborhood!
On the Calapacuan market street
Beach access
Bayside
Another recipient of goodies
What the high tide left behind
Hello cuties!
One version of life on the bay
And now for a river crossing
Front riders
And those in back
Time to disembark
Back on solid ground
A treehouse on the beach
Hikers on the beach
Bruce on Baloy
We ended our hike with lunch at Treasure Island
Just shy of 7K. Not a bad day’s walk for the new guy. He said he enjoyed it.

My planned visit to Dr. DeLeon didn’t happen because she cancelled her Friday clinic hours. I’ll try again on Wednesday.

The SOB was a good one at La Oficina, a bar that I almost never frequent. Bruce seemed to enjoy the show.

The La Oficina dancers were the champions last night.

The Aftermath was at Alaska Club downstairs, so we dropped in for a nightcap before saying our goodnight to Bruce. It wasn’t goodbye because he joined Swan and me for a Saturday morning hike today. I’ll post about that tomorrow.

The memes have been more intense than usual these past couple of days.

This fiasco at the Paris Olympics is nothing short of shameful.
Maybe these two “girls” can duke it out
Mindless hypocrits
Seriously, what the duck is going on? Duck off, you cunts!

Ah, the memories.

This was my last commute on the VRE from DC to Stafford, VA, before I moved to Korea in January 2005.

Today’s YouTube video is from George’s All About The Philippines. George is one of the only Vloggers I have met in person. On Wednesday, I saw George recording this video when I was up on the roof at BarCelona.

There he is

I don’t know how to post an advanced-time video, but the Barretto portion starts at around six minutes. I checked, and he didn’t capture me capturing him from the roof. Oh well.

Maybe these will put a smile on your face:

Something doesn’t add up
I sent this to my dentist (we are Facebook friends), and he said he actually has patients like this. I told him, “I know.”
Looks like mama is horsing around.

Time to get on with my Saturday evening. Swan is joining me for dinner at Mangos. We’ll see what happens after that. Back tomorrow with more of this goodness.

Looking for the worm

I’m posting like an early bird today because my plate is full, and I may be in “it’s now or never” territory. On tap are the Friday group hike, my visit to Dr. DeLeon, and the SOB dance competition. I’ll try to find time for a nap in there as well. It’s just one of those rare days where I have too much to do.

Swan joined me on my morning hike yesterday, which is always nice. We took a Jeepney out to Subic-town and did a walkaround to Philseco. Only 5K, but still good to see the sights we rarely visit. Let me show you what we saw:

Our trek begins in downtown Subic
Off the highway and down this street
Then through the graveyard
Speaking of dead people, this guy passed when he was two years younger than me.
A stroll by this pond
Not anywhere I’d want to swim
Doesn’t that get your goat?
A right turn and a change in direction
Through this barangay Asinan Proper neighborhood
Beauty abounds
On the road again
Over the bridge
A view from the bridge
No options but the path
A wide-open road
When does a pond become a lake?
My kind of trail
A tree I liked
Taking the left turn
Into the ‘hood
Another narrow passage
And a narrow escape
Arriving on Philseco Road
School is back in session, so we didn’t see many kids to share sweets with. These children in uniforms were on their way to school and had some treats to enjoy on the way.
When we hit the National Highway, the first two Jeepneys to pass were full. Then this Victory Liner came by, and we climbed aboard. 50 pesos each to Barretto.
Back in Barretto, safe and sound

Wasn’t that fun?

When beer o’clock arrived, we decided the slower pace of Baloy Beach was what we wanted.

Low tide, and someone cleaned the beach since our last visit.
Our first stop was Kokomo’s
Time was passing, and we moved on.
Next stop, Treasure Island
The view from our perch
Beauty and the beast
Swan enjoyed the enchiladas. I’ll have her leftovers for breakfast as soon as I finish this post.
I snacked on chicken wings.

The night ended on a sour note because of some miscommunication issues, but I’m sure we’ll find our way back to happiness.

Seven years ago, my favorite Itaewon bartender finished her tenure at Shenanigans. It wasn’t goodbye, though. She got married and moved to Pyeongtaek, where I spent time with the happy couple before I retired and moved away.

One lifetime, many lives.

Today’s YouTube video is the latest from Reekay. I’m in a hurry this morning, but I’m looking forward to see how this guy fucked up.

And now let’s try for some humor:

Maybe he should change his name to Richard
I’m glad she bounced back

Alright, time to get on with my day. Thanks for stopping by.

My kinda day

Yesterday was pretty much the model for how I fill my hours. And the best part is that I really enjoyed it. I kicked things off with the Wednesday Walkers group hike and closed it out with beers, dinner, and beers. That’s how I roll!

The hike wasn’t long (around 5K) but had its challenges. I’m one of the Hares in a couple of weeks, along with Scott and Jim, so we did some scouting. Our path to the top of Kalaklan Ridge will work fine with a couple of tweaks. The down path we chose (appropriately nicknamed Motherfucker) was a tad too steep, rocky, and slick for a rainy season trek. We’ve got a Plan B we’ll implement for the Hash trail.

We took a Jeepney to our starting point on Coral street, about 3K from Barretto.
This week’s iteration of the Wednesday Walkers
Off we go up Coral Street
There’s Kale in them hills. Who knew?
Let the climbing begin. My tracker says it was exactly 1.6 kilometers to the ridgeline.
Sturdier than the usual bridges we encounter
During rainy season, algae grows on the rocks making them extra slippery.
Someone crafted a handrail, although I’m not sure how useful it is.
On up! I appreciate how those tree roots make natural stairsteps.
I guess someone got tired of the commute up the mountain
Onward and upward
Green Acres
Bamboo-zeld
Scott clawing his way up
My favorite viewpoint. I just wish there was an easier way to get here.
A beautiful day
That’s the old Hanjin shipyard across the bay, soon to reopen under a Hyundai partnership.
The mountain we call Easter. That’s Columban College in the foreground.
Starting down the Motherfucker trail
Slow and steady is the order of the day
Looking back at the ridgeline from whence we came
What did you see? I saw dust.
Damn, now someone doesn’t have a pot to piss in
The steepest part came at the end.
But we all made it down and lived to tell about it.
We celebrated our success with lunch at John’s place
I had the steak lunch special for only 595 pesos.
A sunshiny hike, but an hour later it was pouring down rain. It didn’t last long, thankfully.

I got home a little later than normal and woke up from my afternoon nap off schedule as well. I rushed through my daily post here on LTG, showered, and then headed out for my beer time over an hour late. That’s okay. Swan joined me for the excursion, and we kicked things off at BarCelona.

A cold beer and the memory of having climbed that ridge earlier in the day.
Another BarCelona view. What a difference a week makes.
Remember this? When it rains it pours and that blows

After our fill at BarCelona, we headed to Myleen’s for dinner.

Swan says the lasagna is great
And I enjoyed my enchilada platter

Two slices of freshly baked pumpkin pie to go for dessert. A rare find in the Philippines.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. Owner Dave stopped by my table and informed me that the price of my beer was now 450 pesos. Ah, the fame that comes with living in a small town. It’s all good. Aine walked by and said hello, but kept walking. We didn’t call her back. Funny how that works.

Another fine day in paradise came to an end with pumpkin pie a la mode in my belly and my sweetheart beside me. Life is good.

Facebook reminds me of the good life I had in South Carolina eleven years ago.

Ah, the life of a darter. All things must pass, I suppose.

I’ve never been shy about questioning authority. Especially when the folks in authority are almost always wrong.

Precisely. Wake up, sheeple!

Tomorrow’s SOB is at La Oficina, and I’m planning to attend. So, today’s YouTube video is a taste of what most of my readers will be missing:

Let’s take a crack at being funny:

As hard as it may be to believe, I am worse at math than English.
That’s okay, as long as the beer is cold
Got to fill that void!

Alright, another day, another post. I’ll be back with another one tomorrow.