Amongst the dead

I see dead people.

Yesterday’s Hash began and traveled through the hillside cemetery in the Kalaklan barangay near the old Navy base. It’s a big place filled with crypts and tombs of the dearly departed.

It goes up and up as far as the eye can see.

We climbed the steps and crawled up and over some of the crypts in our journey to the top. Of course, reaching the top was only the beginning of our hot and hard Hash trail, courtesy of an Angeles Hasher named Two Bottles. For the folks who did the entire trail, it came in at over 12K. My version was a still tough 7K.

After exiting the cemetery and hiking the Kalaklan ridge road, I shortcut back down the mountain and through the streets of Barretto before making my way to our On-Home at the Viking Resort on Baloy Beach. It was a tough trail, but at least it didn’t kill me.

I just did the half of it.
We rode the Hashmobile out to the graveyard to start our tortuous journey.
Two Bottles telling us the way it was going to be.
The attentive Hashers listening to the Hare.
And we are On-On!
Marching through the tombs.
The views are so nice from the graveyard that people are dying to get in.
A peaceful resting place by the bay.
It just went on and on. I forgot how large this place is. They ain’t done filling it yet either.
I wonder how many people have died making the climb to see a loved one.
Finally escaped from the dead zone.
Hello, ladies! Welcome back to the land of the living…
Heading up the Kalaklan ridge.
The view of Olongapo City from the ridge.
Marching on!
It was a hot one.
Baloy is on the far side of that peninsula so we still have a goodly walk ahead of us.
Heading back down.
On-Home at Viking. Let the drinking commence!
After Hash transport to Barretto. I walked my way into a different adventure. But that’s another story.

And so it goes and so it went. Today’s another day, let’s see what happens next.

Streetwalker

That’s what I’ve been reduced to. Or at least I was yesterday. But I went home with some money in my pocket, so I guess I was successful in my efforts.

The fiasco with the ATM last Tuesday left me short on my weekly funds. I was just about out of cash yesterday so I decided to hike the highway to Subic town and visit the BPI ATM there. Sunday sucks for both being on the highway and using the money machine. After a hot 5K walk dodging traffic, I was confronted with a line of several people waiting to withdraw money. I think I’ve mentioned before that generally speaking, Filipinos are the slowest I’ve ever seen operating an ATM. Most of the people in front of me would insert their cards and do a “check balance” transaction, with a printed receipt. Then they would re-insert the card and do a money withdrawal. Some of them actually would pull out a second card and repeat the process. Makes for a frustrating wait for a man of little patience. I was also afraid the machine would run out of cash before it was my turn. That didn’t happen though, and I walked away with a wallet full of pesos.

I’ll confess that the hike out to Subic was so unpleasant that I took a Jeepney back to Barretto. A quiet afternoon at home and then I was ready to roll out and use up some bar coupons. First stop was Hideaway. It’s on the far side of Barretto so I was able to make up some of the steps I had wimped out on earlier in the day. On the way, I stopped at Shamboli’s Pizza and ordered a large Hawaiian (don’t look at me like that, it was for the girls and they love pineapple on their pizza) for delivery.

As usual, Joy was happy to see me. My drink coupons were “buy 1 lady drink, get 1 lady drink” and I had two of them. So, four lady drinks for the price of two! Since I’m always buying Joy drinks when I’m here, those coupons actually saved me some money.

The pizza came and the girls were pleasantly surprised. It was disappearing from the box so fast I barely managed to get a picture.

I didn’t eat any myself, but by all accounts it was tasty.

I had also promised Joy that I’d help her pay for a PhilHealth insurance plan for her and her kids. 1500 pesos buys the first three months, so she’s covered for now.

Since it was Sunday I wanted to once again participate in the raffle at It Doesn’t Matter. Hey, I’m kind of addicted to those bar coupons now. Got there in plenty of time to purchase my tickets (6 for 500 pesos) and wait for the drawing. And wait I did. I guess the time is kind of fluid because six o’clock came and went and no tickets had been pulled. I went inside to see what was happening and got a look at this week’s prizes–5 bottles of booze and NO bar coupons. What the hell? So, I told my waitress friend Agnes she could have my tickets and keep any prize she won in the drawing. I saw later that none of my tickets had been drawn anyway. Oh well, the money collected is for a good cause.

After leaving IDM, I popped into The Green Room. I still had two tickets to expend there and I got down to business. My “friend” Samantha was nowhere to be seen, so I tried to send her a message on Facebook. That’s when I discovered she had unfriended me. Hmm. No idea what that’s all about, but I didn’t shed any tears either.

In due course, a young gal came to my table and asked do you remember me? I kinda did. Last time I was here I had asked for “Samantha” and she had responded, “I’m Samantha”. The wrong one then, but the only one now, so I asked her to join me. I had a lady drink coupon I need to use anyway.

Meet Samantha. Oddly enough, I hadn’t noticed the tattoos other than the one below her neck. I’m not a big fan of getting inked, but her body, her choice.

We did have an interesting chat. This Samantha is only 18 years old, which is kinda scary, but she turns 19 in June. Still a teenager though. In the course of our conversation, she told me she goes to school during the day and works at the bar to pay her tuition. Naturally, I asked what she was studying and she told me Human Resources Management. Hey! I’ve heard of that! I told her I’d retired as an HR manager and to let me know if I could help her in any way. So, now I have a new Samantha as my Facebook friend.

We chatted a bit this morning and she seems legit. Don’t get the wrong idea here. I am not interested in dating or even fucking a teenager. One thing I’ve wanted to do since moving here was to find a worthy student to sponsor. And a chance meeting with someone who wants to be an HR professional is pretty cool. It must be hard to go to school all day and work all night. Once I get a feeling that she is trustworthy I’ll consider providing some tuition assistance so she can focus more on school than the bar. Right now it is a wait-and-see situation. Might try and arrange a lunch meeting with her to discuss how we might proceed. Stay tuned.

I moved next door to Wet Spot to use my last coupon in that venue. I had it in my mind that Aine was off on Sunday so I was surprised when she almost immediately showed up at my table. That’s okay, I bought her a drink and we chatted. The waitress from Sit-n-Bull came around so we ordered a light dinner (a burrito for me, nachos for her). Daddy Dave wasn’t there but the manager, Brett, sent a free beer to my table. A good strategy, because I wound up staying long enough to order another lady drink for Aine while I finished my beer.

Just another night in paradise, and I’m glad to be here enjoying it.

Hash Monday coming up next. Not sure what to expect, but it does involve a truck ride to Olongapo and that means we’ll be climbing the Kalaklan ridge at some point. On-Home is at Viking on Baloy, so it is going to be a long walk for sure. More about that tomorrow.

She’s not a vile Lyn…

…and that’s music to my ears. I don’t feel like she’s trying to play me or pull my strings. Her seemingly good heart will be instrumental in whether we will go forward in concert. Her performance over the past couple of days led to a symphony of emotions and a satisfying climax.

Okay, I’ve stretched that pun just about as far as it is going to go, but it was fun (for me). Anyway, the point is, I enjoyed Lyn’s short visit and that’s a good start. I’m not feeling any of the love emotions at this point, but she is very high on the companionship scale. Honestly, that may be more than enough at this stage of my life.

Lyn had to leave early because there was no one at home to watch over her nine-year-old son. She wants to bring him with her the next time she visits. I asked where he would stay and she said she’ll get them a room. I know a mother is always going to put her child first, so it’s not a matter of whether I like it or not. I suggested a couple of hotels with nice pools they would enjoy. She plans to bring a helper to watch the boy while we go out. We’ll see how that works out.

Our last morning together was pleasant enough. I asked Lyn if she would like to join me for a hike and she agreed.

Lyn came out of the bedroom looking like this and saying she was ready to walk. Let’s go!

I took her on an abbreviated one-hour version of one of my standard hikes. She seemed to enjoy it.

I saw this in Marion Hills and couldn’t resist taking a photo. Someone was burning leaves nearby and the smoke combined with the morning sun rays to create this heavenly effect.
Ain’t they pretty?
Lyn enjoyed the hike until we reached this portion on the National highway. Traffic here really sucks on the weekends now.

We concluded our jaunt with breakfast at Harley’s on Baloy Beach road.

The breakfast view.
Viewing the breakfast view.
Viewing my breakfast.

Once we returned to the house we just hung out some on the back patio. Another positive for Lyn is that she likes my boys. I brought home some leftovers from breakfast and she insisted on treating Buddy and Lucky.

The boys of course gave her their full attention.
There you go, Buddy.
And one for you too, Lucky.

A short nap, then it was time to head back into town to catch a ride to the bus station in Olongapo. We had a quick lunch at Mango’s prior to Lyn’s departure.

Experimenting with the camera.
That’s the dress I bought Lyn featuring Bob Marley. It was hanging on a mannequin at a shop on the highway and it was love at first sight. 380 pesos later it was hers. Not sure if it was the colors or the singer she was attracted to.

When lunch was done we stood on the highway waiting for a Jeepney. It was hot. Then a cab pulled up and I put Lyn in it and gave her the fare. A much more comfortable ride and she deserved it.

The house felt really empty when I got back home. It’s funny how quickly you get used to having someone around. But then it was Saturday evening and it was time once again for me to hit the town. I like to start early (around 4:30 or 5:00) and finish early (before 9:00), but now that the curfew has been lifted quite a few bars are opening as late as 6:00. I still have coupons to burn and the May 8 expiration date is fast approaching. Hot Zone and Wet Spot were on my itinerary, but both hadn’t opened when I first passed by so I made It Doesn’t Matter my first stop.

After a couple of beers, the coveted 6 p.m. opening hour was upon me. But rather than deal with the “first customer of the day” syndrome, I thought a quick snack at Sit-n-Bull was in order. I was delighted when I looked in the cake and pie cooler to see one last pecan pie available for purchase. When I pulled it out, the gals thought I was there for takeout and had a bag ready to go. Nope. I explained I wanted the pie heated in the microwave, and then I wanted a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Yes, sir! My waitress wanted some ice cream too, so of course, I accommodated her request. And to be fair, I bought a scoop for the other five waitresses.

My dessert for dinner last night.

With the pie safely stashed away in my stomach, I made my way to Hot Zone. It was still early, but there were a couple of other customers in the bar. My coupon here was “buy a lady drink, get a customer drink”, which meant I needed to find a worthy lady. My waitress is my usual suspect, but she dropped my beer at the table and disappeared. There were five dancers on stage, but none of them really tripped my triggers. I finally decided on one dancer but a guy at the other table beat me to the punch. Oh well. My beer was now empty and my waitress still had not returned. Fuck it then, I’m out of here. Paid my tab and approached a guy I’m slightly acquainted with who was sharing a drink with the mamasan. I gave him my two coupons and said it looks like you can use these more than I can.

On a sad note, this is Jason, the bartender at Hot Zone. I didn’t know him personally but had noticed him last night looking bored behind the bar. I kind of wondered what his story was. Turns out, his story was ending. Killed in an accident last night on the way home from work. You just never know when your time here on Earth is going to end.

Wet Spot was my next stop. I used a “buy one, get one” customer drink coupon and got down to work. The dance crew at Wet Spot was much better than what I had just seen at Hot Zone. I was using my imagination as the girls danced when my carnal thoughts were interrupted by Aine joining me at my table. Well, I did have a “buy a lady drink, get a customer drink” coupon to use, so I welcomed her company.

Maybe you can see why I was fooled by that top she was wearing the other night. She’s got a nice set of her own.
That’s the fake one I’m talking about. Remember?

Anyway, Aine asked the waitress to take a picture of us together.

Aine said we make a cute couple. I said, “a cute couple of what?” She didn’t get it.

I wasn’t feeling it last night, so I finished the beers in my queue, paid my tab, then made my way for the door. Once again, Daddy Dave was there and foisted a free beer on me. How could I refuse? A brief chat, including the sad tale of a 72-year-old expat who is sitting in jail because of false charges brought against him by a disgruntled bargirl. That is my nightmare scenario, and I always do my best to keep my drunken self out of any kind of trouble. Just be nice to everyone and walk away from the assholes.

Just a tad past 8 p.m. when I grabbed a trike for home. I enjoy my beers and chatting with the gals, but after a couple of hours of that nonsense, I’m ready to call it a night. That’s just how this old guy rolls these days.

That’s today’s update. I’ll probably burn up a couple more of my bar coupons tonight and take it from there. It may not be much of a life, but it’s the best life I’ve got.

Here’s a way to kill a few minutes. I got 26 out of 30 right, including some lucky guesses. Must have been one of those increasingly rare lucid moments for me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2VhnuaMU3k&t=338s
You young fuckers can see what you know about boomer history too.

Bushwhacking

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.–Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yesterday was a full and mostly pleasurable day. It was nice to have someone with me on the hike. The group was more than a little taken aback when I came strolling up hand in hand with a cutie pie. A similar reaction when I brought her with me to Alley Cats for the darts tournament. The gals really seemed to take a liking to Lyn right away, especially the ones who are also from her home province of Samar. The guys seemed impressed as well. It’s been a long time since I had someone cheering me on during a match. I could never get my ex-girlfriend to come out and join me.

Lyn hasn’t ever been a dart player, but she showed a lot of interest in the game. During my warmup time, she joined in throwing at the board. As a complete beginner, she didn’t have much control, but with practice, I’m sure she’d develop some skills for the game. Once the tournament began, she watched the games intently and asked questions, so the interest is there.

As usual, over the course of the evening, I had moments of brilliance surrounded by demonstrations of complete ineptness. Still, I managed to come back and make it to the finals. Nancy, one of the better players participating, knocked me into the losers bracket. I met her again in the finals and took the first match 2-0. Prior to the deciding match, I asked if she’d prefer to split the money and call it a tie. She agreed.

A good night of darts.

As I mentioned above, Lyn was an enthusiastic participant in the Friday group hike. I was really quite impressed with her strength and stamina on a more difficult than usual trail and on a hot day. What I liked the most was she hung with me at the back of the pack, offering support along the way (doing things like wiping the sweat off my face and offering words of encouragement). My former Hashing girlfriend did her own thing and I rarely saw her until we were back at the On-Home venue. So again, I really appreciated Lyn’s caring nature.

We were attempting a trail that no one has tried since 2013 or so, which made it completely new to me. We went up into the hills near Naugsol with the intent to circle back around through Subic town. Things don’t always go according to plan. Somewhere early in our quest to the summit of the first hill, we lost our trail. Obviously, no one had been up that way in quite some time, so our path was obscured by thickets of bamboo and jungle-like vines and plants. The worst of the latter was covered in thorns and those fuckers were unforgiving should you have the misfortune of touching them. Pricks in my fingers and one even poked a hole in my ear. I also had a thorny branch stick its bristles in my shirt and it was a helluva battle to free myself without actually touching the damn thing. Anyway, bushwhacking is my least favorite activity on these hikes and it is something we usually can avoid. I felt bad for Lyn and told her that most of our hikes are a lot more pleasant than this one. She didn’t seem to mind, saying it reminded her of her childhood walks with her father in rural Samar.

Let’s go to the photos then, shall we?

That view doesn’t tell you a lot. Only a 5K hike, but it took almost two hours to get through the jungle that we endured during the first two kilometers.
We parked the Hashmobile and began walking up the road towards Naugsol. So far, so good.
Then we cut through the yard of this shanty house…
…and headed for the hills.
Lyn stayed right in front of me the whole way. I admit it was a little distracting at times.
And then the jungle descended and the bushwhacking began. No one had a bolo (machete), so basically, the guys in front would look for the easiest passage possible, then push the vines and branches out of the way as much as they could. It was a thorny business in places.
Even though the climb wasn’t particularly steep, it was every bit as wearying as the longer and higher paths we’ve taken in the past. Just ask Scott.
Being the gentleman that I am, I was more than willing to push that tush through the bush should Lyn require any assistance.
In the bamboo forest.
It was tough going.
Where’s there’s a will, there’s a way. Not that we had any choice.
An open space allows a view of how overgrown everything was.
Me and Lyn making our way. Destination: unknown.
We eventually made our way down the mountain and wound up near where we originally intended to be.
Being on an actual path again was a big relief…
Lyn said this place reminded her of where her father lived in Samar.
The survivors back on flat ground again…
Time to make our way back to the truck, a mere 3K away.
Behold the beautiful valley filled with dormant rice paddies.
The day’s only cookie delivery.
Crossing the river again.
That might make for an interesting climb someday.
The truck and an ice chest of cold beverages await us.
Lyn preferred ice-cold water to beer.
And then this enterprising Ice cream vendor pulled up and had a field day serving cones to hungry hikers.
Where’s mine?

Despite the missed trail and hard work making our way through the jungle, it was a fun hike. Thanks for joining us, Lyn.

Lyn left for home this afternoon. More thoughts to share on our time together tomorrow.

Back in the dating game

Here we go again.

Too soon to assess what I feel about Lyn so far. No fireworks, bells, or whistles; but no big red flags either. She arrived at my door at lunchtime and was hungry, so I walked her down to Sit-n-Bull for some lunch.

I find her quite appetizing.
We both went Mexican. I had a chicken quesadilla, Lyn went with a chimichanga.

After lunch, Lyn waited patiently while my bakla barber gave me a haircut. Lyn said he/she did a good job. We next visited the 7/11 where I bought her some glue to repair the shoes she’ll be hiking in later this morning.

We took a trike back home and then took a nap after consummating our new relationship, such as it is. I only tend to nap for an hour or so, but she was still sleeping at 5:00, so I had to wake her up. Didn’t want to have to walk into town in the dark.

Lyn loves the views from Alta Vista and wanted to pose for some photos.
Ah, ain’t she sweet?
She was impressed with the houses here too.
Lyn wanted a picture of us together. Aren’t we a cute couple? A cute couple of what remains to be seen.

I was going to start off the evening at the Central Park Reef hotel so she could see the view from the rooftop there. She reminded me that she had been there with the woman who introduced us on her last visit. Okay then, never mind. We crossed the highway again and I took her to my overall favorite bar, It Doesn’t Matter. I had my usual Zero beer, and she ordered a margarita. I was a little surprised when she told me she doesn’t like beer and doesn’t drink much alcohol either. In fact, that margarita lasted the length of our entire visit (four beers for me).

A bit of a hiccup at first, when one of my favorites at IDM, Agnes, came over and started getting all cuddly with me. I saw a familiar look on Lyn’s face and really didn’t blame her, so I told Agnes I was on a date and she needed to back off. She did switch into waitress mode right away and there was no problem after.

Lyn is really into billiards, so I told her to go inside the bar which features two pool tables, and find a game. That’s what she did, playing against one of the waitresses. I checked in periodically and she really is a good player. In fact, she told me the waitress wasn’t much of a challenge. It was getting close to dinner time, so I said I’d take her to another place with a pool table and we’d eat there.

Next stop, John’s place.

Korean-style wings and beef bulgogi.
With rice, of course.
No other pool players around, so I consented to a game. She kicked my ass, which wasn’t surprising. I pretty much suck.

It was getting close to 9:00, and that’s my bedtime, so we caught a trike home. Or thought we did. The driver passed by the entrance to Alta Vista, saying he needed to buy gas. I was thinking, WTF? Why pick up passengers on an empty tank? There was also a line of vehicles waiting to fuel up, so I said fuck it, we’ll get out here and catch another trike. In doing so, we had to pass through a fully manned police checkpoint. It hasn’t been a problem lately, but last night the cops said “where’s your facemask?” In my pocket where it belongs is how I answered in my head, but instead, I pulled my mask out like a good sheep and started putting it on. They asked Lyn too, but she hadn’t even brought one with her. She said she forgot and would get one at the 7/11 next door and they let us pass. Of course, I unmasked as soon as we were past them. We caught a trike and made it home without further incident.

I made us a mango/banana/pineapple smoothie for dessert which Lyn seemed to enjoy. Then it was off to bed–for sleep. Once a day for this old man is enough.

We are doing the Friday group hike together this morning so I wanted to dash off a quick report on our first day together. She’s still sleeping.

I’m not sure where I’m going or what I expect. I’ll try and figure that out as I experience more shared time with her. Oddly enough, I came across a post I wrote in 2017 where I quoted these words from Kevin Kim:

The Hindu concept of life is that it’s a painful wheel of existence called samsara.We’re chained to this repetitive, revolving wheel through our actions (karma). The object of the game is to gain enough wisdom about the nature of things so as to escape an eternity of repeating the wheel of life-events, again and again, all thanks to our accidental or deliberate unwisdom. Good luck as you examine deep causes and do your best to find liberation from the wheel (moksha) and bliss in your life (ananda). Every day is a new chance to walk a different path!

Here’s hoping this experience is better than my last one. Maybe not feeling that “love thing” like I did for the ex is the best course for me. We’ll see.

Bluesday

Here’s how things went down on my lazy Tuesday (lazy in the sense that I take a day off from hiking).

It’s grocery shopping day, and my driver picks me up at 8:30. Part of my weekly routine is to cash up at the BPI ATM at Harbor Point Mall. I’ve gotten into this habit because the only BPI ATM in Barretto is so predictably unreliable that I don’t trust It with my debit card. I use BPI because it allows a 20,000 peso withdrawal limit (the other banks have 10,000 max). So, since I only have the convenience of a functioning ATM once a week, I make two 20,000 pulls (around $800. total) and that’s usually enough to cover my bills and expenses for the week. The only downside is that BPI charges 250 pesos a pop, so my cash infusion costs me ten bucks. Yeah, there are cheaper ways to wire money but they have drawbacks too. Anyway, I’ve been using this method since the move here and it generally works out alright.

So, yesterday I make the first withdrawal, put the 20,000 in my wallet, and reinsert my card for the second pull. I can hear the ATM whirring as it prepares to complete my transaction, and then nothing comes out. The screen says “unable to dispense cash”, my card pops back out, and I get a receipt saying “transaction canceled.” Okay, I figure the machine just didn’t have enough money left in it. Still, I had a bad feeling so I had my driver take me to the BPI branch on the old Navy base. And when I tried to make a withdrawal there I got a “non-sufficient funds” message. As I feared, the first ATM had withdrawn the funds from my account but didn’t dispense them. Shit.

I had my driver take me back to the Harbor Point BPI branch so I could seek to have my money returned. Arrived at 9:20, but the bank didn’t open until 10:00. So, I went to Royal and did my shopping, then came back to the bank. Got there shortly after they opened but still had to wait my turn in the customer service line. When my turn came, I explained what happened, showed my “failed to dispense” receipt, and asked for my money back. I was given a form to fill out and when it was completed I was told I should see my money returned within two weeks. Alright, well, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. I did report what happened to my bank in the USA too. This is not the kind of excitement I’ve been looking for in my life!

Got home and just lazed around waiting for darts time to come around. I usually try to arrive by 4:00 so I have time to practice/warm up before the tourney starts. A little after 3:00 I heard the ominous rolling of thunder. Looked outside and saw storm clouds on the horizon. Decided I’d best head for Alley Cats sooner rather than later so I could avoid getting soaked.

The view shortly after leaving home. You can see on the left that the rain is already falling. The thought belatedly occurred to me that I should have brought my umbrella.

I hustled as fast as these old legs would carry me and almost made it to Alley Cats before the raindrops started falling on my head. I was lucky because a few minutes after I arrived there was a cloudburst with drenching rainfall accompanied by thunder and lightning. Geez, it seems like only yesterday I was complaining about the heat. Oh wait, I was.

Did my darts warm-ups and just wasn’t feeling it. I probably wouldn’t have stayed to play except it was still raining outside. Oh well, I figured I’d just get my ass kicked, get out early, and start using some of those coupons I won at the raffle. Alas, I played well enough to stay in the tourney until the end.

Billy beat me and I beat Jocelyn. We all went home winners.

I’m not sure what got into me, but I was hungry and planning on doing my Sit-n-Bull thing, so I blurted out “anyone care to join me?” And the entire Alley Cats crew responded affirmatively. So, I stood by as they shut down the bar, then we headed up the highway for some grub.

My guests for dinner.

I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t have enough cash for the meal. I saw owner Ron and asked if they took credit cards and he said “no, but we can work it out. If need be, come by and pay me tomorrow.” Well, okay. That’s an option. Then I remembered there was an ATM outside. I got on my bank’s phone app and transferred some money into my checking account, then went to the ATM. “Out of service”. Hmm, just not my day for electronic banking I guess. Oh well, I’d just work out any shortage with Ron later.

I went with the roast beef dip again, one of my favorites.
My dining companions enjoyed a variety of dishes the likes of which I can’t recall. I’d had a tad too much to drink by this point.

When the bill came I was indeed about 1500 pesos short (the total was 5700 before tip). Kevin (at the far end of the table) chipped in the difference and we were good to go. Dinner for nine for about 120 bucks ain’t bad though.

I went home alone as usual and woke up alone again. That may not be the case tonight. That gal I met from Angeles a couple of weeks back wants to come to visit again. Plans to arrive today. Not sure how long she is staying, maybe through the weekend. We’ll see how that goes.

I called her “Lane” in the linked post above. I’ve subsequently learned that her name is Lyn. So, yeah, I don’t know her that well at all. Yet.

In the meantime, I’ll just continue to live the life of a single man.

Even if that requires scratching my own back!

Stay tuned for more adventures!

Hot & Hashy

It’s that time of year again. HOT season. It’s always summer weather here, but this is when you can really feel the heat. I know it is searing when I find myself longing for the rainy season. That’s just around the corner, and it will be good to complain about being wet and muddy again.

Amid the sweltering summer of Cape Canaveral, when the relentless heat has everyone yearning for the relief of the coming rains, there’s a group of individuals whose steadfast presence provides its own form of reassurance. Among them is a long-time family friend, whose role in fire watch security in Cape Canaveral is rarely in the spotlight yet always on alert. As we all look forward to the season’s change, he reminds us of the comfort found in preparedness and the peace of mind that comes with knowing professionals are ensuring our safety against the risks that heatwaves bring. His dedication is a silent sentinel against potential fire hazards, allowing us to enjoy our summer moments with a little less worry and a little more gratitude.

Well, the Hash goes on, rain or shine. And so did I. Granted, I only did a portion of the Hare’s intended path, opting instead to follow a trail more suited to the heat index. All in all, it was still a pretty good hike. Sweaty, but nice.

As is my new custom, I had a pre-Hash lunch at Sit-n-Bull. This sub featured ham, salami, and pepperoni.

There was a Hash meeting to attend prior to the start of the Hash. We finished that meeting at 1:30, so headed out right afterward. That meant the remainder of the “sane” group not at the meeting were on their own. They all seemed to do alright.

And we are off!
And now for the first climb of the day.
Oh yeah, nothing like stairs in the scorching heat!
Yes, this does indeed suck.
Damn, and I thought I was already tired.
One tiring step at a time.
Be careful what you wish for. The tires ran out, but the climb got steeper.
Come on up, the weather is, er, hot!
You can barely make out the Great Wall of Barretto up there on the ridge. We opted out of doing the rest of that climb, taking a more sensible path. We even had some shade.
Pubic Head is still making his way up.
Ah, a shady spot to catch your breath.
The view from up here.
A comfortable place to sit and rest.
First time I’d seen these kids. Living up here on the mountaintop must make it hard to go to school, but the little girl said “thank you very much” in perfect English when I gave her the cookies.
A bit later we encountered this group of regular cookie recipients. They are sweeter than the goodies I give them.
Back on flat ground for the long, lonely walk to our On-Home at VFW.
A little street basketball along the way.
Packing it in at the VFW.
Crash Test Dummy was one of the Hares. I guess he’s telling me about all the good parts of his trail that I missed.

When the Hash was done, a lot of us made our way to It Doesn’t Matter for some after-Hash revelry.

I took this picture of my leg for some drunken reason.

That young lady in the background is Armie, my waitress last night. She was also one of the contestants in the Fralics beauty pageant. She’s about the cutest girl in town and has a very sweet personality. Sadly (for me), she also has a boyfriend.

Well, I’ll confess to having a tad too much to drink last night. Just one of those days where I was in the mood to let it go. But, I had the good sense to make one last stop before heading home.

Some carrot cake to go from Sit-n-Bull.

I’m also happy to report that I did not leave my cake in the trike like I did the last time I tried to bring dessert home with me.

I’m also ashamed to admit I forgot to bring my backpack home from It Doesn’t Matter. Didn’t even realize I had left it behind until I got a message from Scott saying that my upstairs neighbor, Joanna, was bringing it home with her. Thanks again, you two.

Let’s go, Brandon!

I’m a winner!

The view as seen from my patio early this morning.

Perhaps the standard for what constitutes a “win” has been set too high. Maybe my purpose in life is to lower that bar. After all, losing and winning is really just a point of view. Some folks might consider me a loser, but as meaningless and pointless as my day was yesterday, it had some highlights. I’ll call that a win!

A good ol’ Sunday morning stroll to get the blood flowing.

I usually don’t start my afternoon routines until around 5 p.m., and by “routine” I of course mean visiting my favorites bars. I started a little early yesterday, leaving the house a bit after three. My helper had prepared a pancake breakfast that I enjoyed after my morning hike. I skipped lunch but opted for an early dinner before the serious work of beer consumption commenced.

After careful study of the Sit-n-Bull menu, I went for the club sandwich with a coleslaw side. I wasn’t disappointed.

While I was eating, Joy from Hideaway messaged me and asked what I was doing. I shared the photo from above with her and she was quite envious. It was kind of cruel I suppose because I know she loves the club from Sit-n-Bull. I hadn’t intended to visit Hideaway–it’s on the far side of town and I had just been there the previous night. But I couldn’t finish the whole sandwich, so I decided to surprise Joy with the leftover portion. I also picked up a couple of roasted chickens from Chooks To Go so the other girls had something to eat as well.

Joy was very pleasantly surprised.
That’s one way to keep the chicken warm I suppose.

I did my usual three beers (and three lady drinks) and out routine. There was only one other customer at Hideaway, but he was another big-spending tourist, so the other girls were taking full advantage (lots of double lady drinks). They did enjoy my chicken contribution to their party though, so I was glad for that.

Next stop was It Doesn’t Matter. I had forgotten that a local motorcycle club, The 8 Deamons, holds a raffle drawing every Sunday. The proceeds go to a local charity, a burn unit in Subic, so it’s all for a good cause. One of the members made a “last call” for tickets announcement. They are 100 pesos each, or six for 500 pesos. I was just going to buy one, but the member told me the raffle jar was very empty this week. I liked those odds, so I bought six tickets. At the drawing, two of my tickets were pulled, both for discount coupons at various local bars. The other prizes were bottles of booze, so I preferred the coupons. Another winner, the guy who had sold me the tickets, also gave me his coupon pack. I guess my friend Roan won too because she gave me some more coupons.

I’ve got a lot of work to do to get these used up by May 8!

Let’s see where I’ll be going: Hot Zone, Wet Spot, John’s Steak and Sushi, Thumbstar, The Green Room, Hideaway, Alaska Club, and Sit-n-Bull. They are all “buy 1, get 1” deals on drinks (some customer drinks, some for lady drinks) except for Sit-n-Bull which is good for a 15% discount on food. It will be a challenge, but I will find a way to consume my winnings somehow.

No coupons for bargirl takeout though. Oh well.

It’s Hash Monday, so I just did a 5K walk to Baloy Beach and back this morning.

Easy peasy.
This was still early morning (before 9) on a Monday, but lots of folks enjoying the beach already.
Still quiet back here in the neighborhood though.

Can you count all the wins in this post? I’m a lucky bastard, that’s for sure!

Taking it to the limit…

…one more time.

It’s mostly the same old shit around here.

If you look hard enough though you’ll see things to keep it interesting.

My standard stroll through Barretto. I usually do this walk once a week.
Nothing new about this view, but I always enjoy it anyway.
All these months later and newly widened Abra street remains a testament to incompetence.
I’m not sure I want to know what he has inside that van!
A pleasant backroad.
It’s election time here in the PI. I’ve never heard of a more honestly named political party.
It’s blossom time!
Slow progress on the construction project right outside my back door. And now they are starting another new house across the street. I guess peace and quiet aren’t in my future.

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, when I returned home from my morning walk I discovered I had no access to the internet. A couple of hours of being disconnected from the world later, I headed back into town and used the WiFi at Outback. Later in the afternoon, the internet was restored at my place and life was back to normal. It being beer o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, I made my way once again to Barretto.

I honestly wasn’t sure what I wanted to do or where to do it. I considered starting with some food at Sit-n-Bull, but I wasn’t really all that hungry. So, I went upstairs to BarCelona to contemplate my immediate future. I hadn’t seen Samantha for a while, so that would be another plus. Except she wasn’t there. A waitress who didn’t even know my name(!) brought me a beer and disappeared. And when I finished my beer she still hadn’t come back. I took the bottle out of the coozie so someone might notice it was empty, but no luck. When waving it around didn’t draw any attention, I gave up and went to the cashier to pay. Yeah, I could have gone to the bar to order, but why should I have to? BarCelona could be a great place to hang out, but it is very poorly managed. This is not the first time I’ve had service issues there. I doubt I’ll be back anytime soon.

Back on the street and still undecided about where to go, I started walking up the highway. Passed by It Doesn’t Matter and wasn’t feeling it, so I kept going. Hesitated at Blue Butterfly but didn’t stop. Ran into “mama” and gave her the usual100 pesos, but when another beggar approached, I rudely rejected her pleas. I was in a grumpy mood, but no excuse for that behavior. I felt bad enough to look for her later but she was gone. Shame on me.

I wound up at Hideaway and Joy gave me an enthusiastic welcome. I got one of the few seats left at the bar and Joy pulled up a stool beside me and grabbed some napkins to wipe the sweat off my neck, then gave me a nice back rub. That softened my mood and naturally, I rewarded her with lady drinks.

After three beers I was ready to move on. Next stop: Cheap Charlies. Yes, indeed, things are getting back to normal around here. Some “two-week millionaire” tourist had every girl in the bar surrounding him as he plied them with lady drinks. I noticed several of those were bottled beers that cost twice as much as the standard lady drink (I never buy doubles as a matter of principle, but will usually get the girl two singles. Yeah, that’s how I roll.) Anyway, there would be no company for me with the big spender present and I’m okay with that.

So, I just enjoyed the view of the Kalaklan ridge and remembered some of the nice hikes I’ve had up there. I’m overdue for a return visit.
And then I moved over to the other side of the bar to enjoy watching the sun go down.

So, even with all the girls busy with their benefactor, someone would always come by to bring me a refill on my beer. That’s the way it should be and something the staff at BarCelona should learn.

In a weird coincidence, while I’m drinking at Cheap Charlies I got a message from Samantha, the gal I had looked for at BarCelona. I hadn’t heard from her in a couple of weeks. As I suspected, she no longer worked there. Instead, she is now employed at The Green Room, a bar I very infrequently visit (I prefer the next-door venue, Wet Spot). She asked if I would come by and see her there and I promised that I would later on.

My next stop though was Hot Zone. I had a “buy one, get one” coupon I wanted to use. It was nice to see the girls on stage again even if there were only a couple of other customers present. It was still early for a Saturday and Hot Zone is more of a late-night venue. Not that I ever see late-night these days. Drank my two beers and treated my friendly waitress to a lady drink, then I was off to The Green Room.

Wow. The place was packed! I felt lucky to find an empty seat. Ordered a beer and a couple of GROs (guest relations officers) approached to ascertain if I might be interested in their company. I told them I was looking for Samantha, but they’d never heard of her. Hmm. About that time, Sam came over saying she hadn’t recognized me because I’d put on some weight. Thanks for noticing! Turns out, she’d only been working two days here and that’s why her co-workers didn’t know her name. About this time, the waitress from Sit-n-Bull came by. I ordered us a pizza to eat and share.

The girls all seem to enjoy the Hawaiian. Who am I to argue?

So, did a little drinking and caught up with Sam. The circumstances of her departure from BarCelona only confirmed my poor management thesis and convinced me they have no intention or desire to improve. And screwing an employee out of wages is completely unacceptable. Fuck them!

Me and Samantha.

It was time for me to go, and on the way out I popped into the CR (which is located in Wet Spot) to take a leak. As I was leaving Wet Spot, Daddy Dave (the owner of both venues) called me over to his table and bought me a beer. Always a pleasure to chat with him and get the lowdown on what’s happening in town. The big news is the SOB dance competitions will be starting up again soon. That’s always a fun way to spend an evening.

My 9:00 p.m. bedtime was fast approaching so I said my goodnights and headed home. Made a smoothie (banana/mango/pineapple) as my nightly treat and called it a day.

I do get asked too often when I expect to deliver the baby I’m carrying. Yeah, all that beer has to go somewhere. Can you imagine how I’d look if I wasn’t walking a couple of hours every day?

Oh well. Just me trying to make the best of things and doing what I do best.

And when you're looking for your freedom
(Nobody seems to care)
And you can't find the door
(Can't find it anywhere)
When there's nothing to believe in
Still you're coming back, you're running back
You're coming back for more

So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time

Greetings from the Outback

I had to make the journey here unexpectedly, but I had no choice. My internet is downunder at home. Usually, I can use my phone as a mobile hotspot, but bizarrely, my data is not working either. I didn’t realize I was so internet-addicted until I lost all avenues of access. Plus, I owe my faithful readers a post here at LTG, so here I am.

Poolside at the Outback Resort. Wifi and beer. Life is good.

So, I brought the laptop but forgot the mouse. And using the fingerpad on the keyboard is not my thing, especially when it comes to saving photos I posted on FB to upload here. For that reason, I’m only going to be able to share one picture from the Friday hike:

For you Easter mountain addicts.

It was a nice 8k hike and you can see most of the photos I’m not posting on the Relive video.

When I arrived for Friday night darts, Anabelle asked me if I wanted to play some warm-up games. She’s never done that before! I beat her three times, then bought her a beer. Pretty sure that was her real motivation anyway.

Still looking hot for a mother in her 30s.

So, the tournament format is a blind draw. Basically, we all draw a number and are assigned partners based on what we pick–i.e., 1 and 2 are a team, 3 and 4, etc. In the last two tourneys, I drew Anabelle and we wound up winning both times. Against all odds, we actually partnered up again last night. It is almost as if the fates are forcing us to spend time together. Not that I mind. Well, the fates can’t dictate the winner though, and neither of us played particularly well last night.

Good enough for 3rd place though. I gave Anabelle my share of the winnings.

Anyway, as I’ve said before, I had hoped to hook up with Anabelle as my GF four years ago. From my perspective, she blew me off. From hers, I gave up too easily. I’ve thought about giving it another shot but rumor has it she has a “sponsor”. If so, I don’t want to engage in that kind of drama. Take me or leave me. I’m your first choice or no choice.

Anabelle can match me beer for beer, I’ll grant her that.

Yeah, I know how the game is played.

After darts, I crossed the highway and made my way to Mango’s. I’d worked up a hunger and my waiter didn’t even offer me a menu: “Sir John, may I offer you grilled pork chops with mashed potatoes and steamed veggies?” If you insist.

My favorite. It’s good to be a regular!

After dinner, I moseyed down to Queen Victoria. My two favorites were nowhere to be seen. So, I asked my manager friend about them and she said they had both been fired. I didn’t ask for details. Finished my beer and left.

I wasn’t quite ready to go home just yet though. My mountaingirl friend that I’ve been supporting told me her cousin was working at Rosie’s, a bar I almost never frequent. It was nearby, so why not pop in and have a look?

I was surprised at how busy the bar was. I also didn’t remember the cousin’s name, so I sent mountain girl a message asking again. “Ann”. I asked the nearest gal I saw if Ann was around and she said, “I’m Ann”. Well, there you go. I sat her down at my table and bought her a drink. Twenty years old is out of my range though, and she looked even younger. She thanked me for the help I’ve been giving her cousin. We took a picture and I said goodnight.

Another night, another new bar friend.

And that’s the latest news from this iteration of my so-called life.

One day at a time. The future is a mystery.

Easy come, easy go

Well, it didn’t necessarily come easy–I worked most of my life to earn that generous government pension. Now my only job is to spend it wisely and make sure the money doesn’t run out before I do. I do maintain and loosely follow a budget, and most months I’m able to stick a few dollars in my savings account for a rainy day. Which is not to say I don’t occasionally go on a bit of a spending spree. Take yesterday as an example.

I did my weekly grocery shopping at Royal as usual. Total came to 9500 pesos (I use a 50 peso to the dollar as my rule of thumb conversion). I paid my driver 1200 pesos for his vehicle and time.

A friend has an ill and elderly father hospitalized in a city several hours from her. I sent her 7500 pesos so she could pay him a visit. I remembered how much it meant to my mother when I came home a couple of weeks before she died.

I gave my regular weekly stipend of 2000 pesos to the woman whose family I’ve “adopted” since her American ex-husband died and the support money he sent to feed his three kids ended.

I heard from another young woman who advised that school is starting next week and she needs to purchase uniforms for her two kids. She said she was willing to “work” for it and since she asked so nicely, I agreed. I paid her 3500 pesos for her efforts.

Later in the afternoon, I headed out to Alley Cats for the dart tournament. We played doubles again and for the second time in a row, I drew Anabelle as my partner. I wasn’t expecting much because there were some very strong teams in the mix, but to my surprise, we made it through the winner’s bracket undefeated.

We declared it a tie, and split first and second place money with Meica and Jo (650 pesos per team)

Over the course of the evening, I bought two beer cards for me and several lady drinks for my partner, Anabelle. When it came time to pay the tab I owed 2100 pesos.

After darts, I hoofed it over to Sit-n-Bull for a late dinner.

I went with the fish and chips.

The fish and chips were 350 pesos. I also got the last pecan pie available for another 350. I had the pie boxed up for take-out. Adding in the beer I enjoyed with my meal and a generous tip, my dinner excursion set me back an even 1000 pesos.

I took a trike ride home for 100 pesos. Got inside the house and realized that I had left my bag with the pecan pie inside the trike. Damn it! I was so craving that pie last night. Ate some rocky road ice cream instead, but it didn’t make me feel any better about my lost pie opportunity.

So, let’s total up how much my Tuesday set me back–hmm, 26,900 or $512.00. More than usual, but really not so bad considering the special circumstances I dealt with throughout the day. When I go out at night, I carry 5000 pesos with me. Most nights I don’t spend half of that. At this rate, I reckon I can keep on living large for the foreseeable future. My only real concerns are continued inflation and a fear that Brandon will cause the dollar to crash with his irresponsible policies. Since I’ve been coming to the PI I’ve seen the exchange rate as low as 42. Anything 50 or above I’m good. Now, obviously, I can cut way back on my frivolous spending habits (no lady drinks would cut my bar tab in half) but hopefully, it will never come to that.

So, there you have a snapshot of what it costs me to live here. YMMV. Of course, everything is relative. The beer that cost me six bucks a bottle in Korea is less than $1.50 here in most bars. I’m living a lot better here on a pension than I could there. But damn, sometimes I do miss those Korean sweeties.

You’re the cutest thing that I ever did see, I really love your peaches want to shake your tree...

I came, I saw…

…I conquered survived.

A successful afternoon going up, over, and down the other side of Easter mountain. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hard as I expected and remembered. That could be a manifestation of the Hares having found a more hiker-friendly way to the top. Which is not to say the climb was not difficult–it was. The steep downhill may have even been harder than the up; it was certainly more potentially treacherous. I slipped a few times but never lost my feet. Since I lived to tell the tale of my adventure on Easter mountain, let me get to it. And since a picture is worth a thousand words, this post will be almost book-like. Only better!

Given the special nature of the hike and the length and difficulty of the trail, the start time was moved up one hour to 1:30. And since the “sane” group always gets a headstart on the hardcore guys, we made arrangements to leave at 12:30. Since the VFW is right around the corner from Sit-n-Bull, I figured grabbing some lunch before the ordeal was a good idea.

I’m not a big burger eater these days, but this big burger was on the specials menu at a reduced price of 350 pesos (normally 420).
It loaded up nicely.

Wolfed that burger down and then headed over to the VFW and loaded up in the Hashmobile for the ride out to the trailhead.

The trail. I did the Easter mountain portion, then hoofed it to our On-Home in Calapadayan on the road. The crazy Hashers did a second climb and some extra distance.
Offloading at the start of the trail.
Our sane group is ready to tackle the mountain.
“This way everyone!”
The fun is just beginning.
Onward and upward.
A rest break and photo op.
The view from here.
What lies ahead. If you look closely in most of these photos you can spot the Hashers on trail ahead of me. Their size provides some perspective on what we are dealing with.
Making progress.
A pause to refresh.
Keep on keepin’ on! I wrote about the big fires on Easter mountain a few weeks ago. Turned out to be a blessing in the sense that we didn’t have to fight our way through tall thatch grass.
Getting closer, but the hardest part is still ahead of us.
It was a very well-marked trail. Good job, Leech My Nuggets, and Vienna Sausage!
A look back down at where I came from. If you look closely maybe you can see a couple of stragglers still making their way up.
Looking up to where I need to be.
Crash Test Dummy experienced a bout of acrophobia. He eventually made it to the top though.
That’s the way to go!
Getting it done, step-by-step.
A nice view of Naugsol from here.
You comin’, 14 Kilo Ass?
Almost there!
I’d actually forgotten that there is sort of twin peaks up here. That’s the one I want over there.
Made it!
A view from the top. That’s Black Rock mountain dead ahead.
Another view.
Here’s one of me if you are looking for documentation that I achieved the summit. That concrete slab is a bit of a mystery. Not sure what it was for, but damn, getting the materials up to construct it must have been crazy hard.
Not much to see up top except the graffiti…
There used to be a shrine for the Virgin Mary here, but it is no more.
Here’s something I didn’t want to see. Who litters in a scenic spot like this? Good Friday is when a lot of the locals come up here and picnic. I guess carrying their trash back down is too much work. This compunction compulsion to litter is one aspect of Filipino culture I don’t like or understand. I see it everywhere and no one, rich or poor, seems to give it a second thought.
Time for me to head back down.
It was a steep motherfucker.
Be careful!
Looking back up to the top from whence I came.
Caught up with one of our newer Hashers, Liv (no Hash name yet), and wound up walking the rest of the way back to the On-Home with her. Interesting person. Danish gal who has been living in Manila for several years, having just recently made the move to Subic. She said she had hiked the entire length of the Camino de Santiago in Spain. Impressive!
Still going down but not so insanely steep.
Quite pleasant, actually.
Passed by a runner (don’t know his name).
Back down on the Govic highway. That’s the Hash truck waiting to take anyone too lazy to walk back to the On-Home. I was feeling surprisingly strong still, so I did the 3K+ walk but stuck to the roads. I had my fill of mountains, thank you very much!
On-Home was at a place called Jurrasic. It was the first time the Hash has used this venue. Everything was new and pleasant, and the bay views were nice. They weren’t really prepared for 50 Hashers and ran out of food early on, but otherwise, it worked out well.
The Hash circle in progress.
We made Hash cake for the birthday girls.
And the sun goes down on another day in paradise.

But wait! The fun wasn’t over yet.

It Doesn’t Matter got invaded by a horde of drunken Hashers. I’m sure the owner appreciated it. After all, his wife received her Hash name last night. Welcome to the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers, Gangster Bitch!

And just for the record, I have confirmed that the mountain we call Easter is in reality known as Mount Batulao. You’ll always be Easter to me though.

UPDATE: Forgot to post the Relive video. Here it is:

https://www.relive.cc/view/vNOPoQgrKYv

Because it’s there

Today is the day the Hash makes the annual climb to the summit of Easter mountain.

See you later, bitch!

I did the climb three years ago and it was a tough motherfucker. I’m attempting it again today as a matter of pride and also knowing it may be the last time I’m still physically capable to do so. At least I hope I am!

It appears that it will be a fine day for a hike if the morning weather holds.

A full report on the adventure (with photos) tomorrow.

The get-together at my neighbor’s place for an Easter meal was nice.

Ed carving up the ham he’d smoked on his grill.
The meat and fixin’s.
My fellow diners.

A little smaller turnout than expected (Ed had said 12 would attend). There was plenty of food to go around, that’s for sure. I reckon Ed and Helen will also enjoy the bounty of leftovers.

You might have noticed there is one thing missing in the photo above. Everyone is coupled up and I’m the odd man out. I don’t socialize much (outside of the bars, that is) but I did feel the absence of someone by my side to share the experience. It’s a sad commentary that I have no one in my life that I feel comfortable inviting to an event such as this. This may be my new normal and I should just get used to it I suppose, but I left shortly after eating because I felt out of place.

Of course, there are places where someone is always willing to sit by my side and have a drink with me. So, I walked my sorry ass down to It Doesn’t Matter and commenced to enjoy the company of Agnes and Armie. Later, my pal Max came by and we had some white man conversation with our adult beverages.

My next stop was Cheap Charlies and my regulars were quick to join me and rub my back while we drank. I’m actually rather fond of Alma and could see her playing the role of loving girlfriend under other circumstances. But yes, I know and remind myself that she is just doing her job. We are Facebook friends and the fact that I never get messages from her outside of work tells me everything I need to know.

I was sitting at the street-facing counter in Cheap Charlies when I spotted mama setting up camp across the street.

I sent one of the waitresses downstairs to slip mama the customary 100 pesos. She waved her thanks up to me.

Nothing like a little perspective to end the night. My bed may be empty, but at least I have a home to go. And really, despite my whining, I’m really doing okay. I still think of my recent failed relationship frequently, but in the wee hours of the morning today when I woke up with her on my mind, I asked myself, “if she wanted to get back together with you, would you do it?” Remembering the good and the bad times, I ultimately concluded I would not. I never want to be someone’s second choice. And as good as it could have been, she never had the time to do the things we talked about and dreamed of. A life of loneliness is far better than a life of disappointment. How’s that for climbing a mountain of discovery?

Last night’s full moon brought to mind the Don Henly song, “Talking to the moon”. I took that photo from in front of my house after I exited the trike that brought me home. Talk about being lucky!

I was just talkin’ to the moon
Hopin’ someday soon that I’d be over
The memory of you
Too hard to hold

My boys still love me!

Wish me luck on the mountain today!

A far Easter

Jesus never made it out of the Mideast, so that’s progress! Happy Easter!

It was like old times last night at Alley Cats. The place was packed and we even had enough players to have a doubles tournament. It’s great to see some of the old faces returning from exile.

Like Alan, for example. He left for a two-week visit home at the end of March 2020. The two weeks turned into two years. Welcome home!

I honestly wasn’t that close to Alan before he left. He used to get on my ass about vaping in the bar (which I had the owner’s permission to do) and I just blew him off as another whining liberal Yankee (I believe he’s a New Yorker). So, I was somewhat taken aback by his “let’s go, Brandon!” shirt. Good to know he’s on the right side! And since I don’t vape anymore we should get along just fine.

I had a good warm-up session prior to the tourney and was hopeful that my mysteriously disappeared ability to throw a decent game had returned after a two-week vacation. I did throw much better than I have been. My partner wasn’t particularly strong, but she had some big throws now and again. So, I was pleasantly surprised to make it through the night undefeated.

Alan and my upstairs neighbor John came up through the loser’s bracket. We decided to declare it a tie and split the pot.
My darts partner, Anabelle.

I met Anabelle playing darts as a tourist before I moved here. I actually tried dating her shortly after my arrival as a resident. Went out once and then she blew me off. I still don’t know why. I asked her again last night what happened and she insists it was just a misunderstanding. Hmm.

After the tournament, I hustled down to Sit-n-Bull to pick up my reserved pecan pie. It was there waiting for me. It was starting to drizzle a little and there were no trikes outside waiting, so I decided to pop into Wet Spot for a beer. Owner Dave was there so we exchanged pleasantries and he provided my second beer on the house. I was also joined by my “regular” Wet Spot girl.

Nice to see you again!

By the time I made it home my helper had already emptied the crockpot and put the pot roast in the fridge. Oh well, I wasn’t that hungry anyway. And I still had my dessert:

Damn, that’s a fine pecan pie!

As far as I know, there is no law against having pot roast for breakfast. So that’s just what I did.

Overall, I found it disappointing. Plenty flavorful, but even after over 8 hours of slow cooking the meat was still not as tender as I like it. The cornbread sucked too. Not sure what I did wrong, but it had the consistency of cheesecake rather than bread. Maybe I didn’t bake it long enough.

I did a short 6K walk this morning, mostly in the Santa Monica subdivision. It’s been a while since I’ve hiked those streets.

I’ve been invited to my neighbor’s house for Easter dinner this afternoon. Ed told me I was in charge of dessert. That can only mean one thing: brownies!

My secret ingredients!
The version on the left is more cake-like. The one on the right is chewy and has walnuts.

Everything is ready for my Easter except me. I’d best shower up and roll on out of here. Thanks for coming by!

It’s bound to be a Sadder day

After all, it can’t get much gooder than Friday, right? Alright, I’ll leave my punniness be and get to the real stuff. And I’ve got lots of pictures to share, so let’s do it:

Yesterday I enjoyed this ham and bacon croissant from Sit-n-Bull. Yeah, it was as tasty as it looks. I was surprised at how big it was and loaded full of meaty goodness.

The dart bar was closed last night, so I decided to visit my friend Joy at the Hideaway Bar. She’d been sending me sad messages about not having money for an Easter meal with her family. So I figured she could use some lady drink commission. How do you get to Hideaway? Glad you asked!

From my house, you head out on Shenandoah Bend…
Then take the path down to Everglades street.
Take this shortcut out of Alta Vista…
Through this skinny alley…
Down La Union street…
Take a left on Gabaya street…
Then out onto the National highway heading towards Olongapo…
Go up the alley just before the Arizona resort and you are there.
Say hello to Joy for me, and buy her a drink if you can.

I stayed long enough to buy her three drinks and tipped her enough to buy the food for her Easter meal. Mission accomplished!

My next stop was Cheap Charlies. I arrived in time to watch the sun pull its disappearing act.

The circle of life or the end of days.

It being Good Friday and with the local Catholic church located just up the highway, I guess I should not have been surprised to see an Easter-themed procession pass by on the street below. I didn’t really have a good angle for taking photos, but here is what I managed:

Here they come…
I had no idea there were so many true believers in my little town. Almost as far as the eye can see.
Lots of floats depicting the usual suspects, but the body of Christ came last. See you on Easter Sunday, Jesus! No doubt about it!

I had my beers, bought the girls some dinner, then headed on out. Next stop, Alaska Club. Not real busy there, but nothing really happening either. Some big spenders had brought all the dancers down from the stage and were plying them and the waitresses with lady drinks. I watched that shit show until I finished my beer, then said my goodbyes.

I finished my night out at Queen Victoria.

Spent some “quality” time with Tina.

So, I successfully completed my beer quest while traversing Barretto from one end to the other. Not bad for an old guy, eh? It was indeed a good Friday.

So far today I have completed my morning jaunt, doing a 7K walkabout in San Isidro.

I was doing a twelve-minute kilometer pace for most of the hike. Damn hill getting back into Alta Vista slowed my ass way down...

I’ve got a pot roast cooking in the crockpot. Been a long time since I’ve done one of those. Also made some cornbread to accompany the meal I’ll enjoy later this evening. I also got a message from Sit-n-Bull saying they had made a batch of pecan pies and asked if I wanted to reserve one. I responded affirmatively, so tonight’s dessert is taken care of too. That’s a nice benefit of being a regular customer and a Facebook friend of the owner.

Since I couldn’t play darts last night, I’ll make a rare appearance at the Saturday night tournament. Baking up a batch of my popular brownies for the girls as an Easter treat.

Ready to go.

And that’s where things stand as of now. As promised, here are some photos from the Friday group hike for your enjoyment:

Our Good Friday adventurers.
Heading up the highway.
On the backstreets of barangay Matain.
Boats on the bay.
The Philippines’ version of a rocky coastline.
Moving on to phase two of our hike in Calapacuan.
More beaches and boats.
Then we finally left the pavement behind for a while.
A shady spot to let the slowpokes catch up.
Show us the way, Jens (Almoranus)
Annabelle enjoying her first hike with our group. She thought the street walking was boring and wanted to head for the hills. Once we started climbing I think she decided that boring was better.
Troy takes in the view before we head back down.
Here they come.
Martin goes down but keeps his feet.
The stragglers.
A narrow passage.

And that was that. You can Relive the hike here if you’d like:

That’s all I’ve got for now. I’ll be back like a bunny for Easter.

Still cookin’

Have a Good Friday!

Greetings fellow travelers. Here are the latest happenings from my little corner of the world.

A nice hike this morning with the Friday group. I’ll share the photos from that adventure tomorrow, but here are a couple of things I saw relevant to the holiday.

Not a great photo, but these guys were marching down the road swatting their backs with some stick-like things. It looked painful.
Jesus Christ! That’s quite a cross to bear!
And then there is Easter mountain from a new vantage point. Today is the day that many locals make the climb to the top to worship at a small shrine on the peak. I’ll make that journey on Monday.

Last night was my “first date” experience with Grace. She’s an interesting person, that’s for sure.

Nice to see you in person!

We met at John’s place. That was a bit of a problem logistically. Traffic was backed up for miles and there was a lack of Jeepneys available for some reason. I surmise they were taking the holiday off as well. Grace wound up taking a trike to and from Olongapo City.

The food, as usual, was quite tasty. I went with the New York steak and enjoyed it. It cost the equivalent of $30. That may be the most expensive steak dinner I’ve had. Inflation is really starting to rear its ugly head around these parts. I noticed there were pen and ink changes on the menu to all the prices for dinners featuring beef.

The friends (one of mine, one of hers) who introduced me to Grace showed up and joined us. That was unexpected. It was fine but did add an element of weirdness to the evening.

So. I like Grace as a person but felt no attraction to her physically. She is a large woman, although she is taking steps to try and lose weight, including intermittent fasting. Am I really this shallow that the physical appearance of an otherwise perfectly fine woman would put me off having a relationship? I’m afraid so. I do hope that we can nurture our budding friendship though.

On the flip side of that coin, Marie, a woman I have no intellectual connection with, sent me a desperate message this afternoon. She says she has no food for her children and asked if she could see me. I guess I felt sorry for her, or horny, or both, and I agreed to let her come for a visit.

We spent a pleasant enough thirty minutes together. She left happy with some money in her pocket. I was left shaking my head and wondering what kind of man I have become.

Maybe this is as good as it gets and I just need to embrace the shallowness of my life. I imagine some folks might even envy the freedom of a no strings attached lifestyle.

My boys love me anyway.

Alley Cats is closed for the holiday so there will be no darts in my immediate future. I guess I’ll celebrate the crucifixion of Jesus by turning beer into urine. It’s what I do best.

Country roads

Happy Maundy Thursday!

It’s Holy Week in the Philippines, and that’s a big deal here in this predominately Catholic country. I remember my first time visiting I made the mistake of arriving during Holy Week. Landed in Cebu, checked into my hotel, went out scouting around, and was surprised to see that almost everything was closed. Asked the hotel receptionist what was going on and she said matter-of-factly “it’s Maundy Thursday, sir.” I’d never even heard of it, and I was raised as a church-going Christian, albeit Protestant. Maybe they had a different name for it. And of course, the next day was Good Friday so almost everything remained closed. I did find a couple of open bars, but it wasn’t the weekend I had in mind.

I walked the highway this morning and the traffic was insane. This area has become the go-to beach destination for the big city folks down south and with the arrival of a long holiday weekend, they are coming in droves.

Traffic coming into town was crazy last night too.

Our team won the dart league match against The Curve bar, 9-4. My game didn’t improve much as demonstrated by the fact that I played a role in three of the four losses. I have no idea what’s going on with my darts, I’m just going to have to play through it and hope it improves soon.

After darts, I had dinner with a teammate at John’s place. I had the pulled pork sandwich and it was excellent–a little moister than the last one I enjoyed. Also got a double order of Korean-style chicken wings for takeout. Shared those with the gals at Hideaway bar and they were pleased.

I’ll be back at John’s later this afternoon as the venue for my first date with Grace.

And that brings us to the Wednesday Walkers hike yesterday. We did a nice 9K walk around Easter mountain. We’ll be climbing it on Monday so it was a good opportunity to get a view of all sides and speculate how the Hares will get us to the top and back down again.

Our path as seen from above.
Crossing the National highway–probably the most dangerous part of the hike.
Makes those shacks and shanties seem like palaces by comparison.
Heading to Alta Vista.
Heading out of Alta Vista.
A litter amongst the litter.
Walking the plank.
Heading for Naugsol.
One of my regular cookie customers.
It’s blossom season here.
The first take on Easter mountain. We’ll be climbing up this side, just not sure where yet.
Passing the water pumping station on the way to bridge #4.
Crossing bridge #4.
Cookie delivery.
Through the banana plantation.
A horny carabao.
One of the very few times I’ve seen an actual tractor doing the work that the carabao was born to do.
Come and get ’em!
Another angle on Easter mountain.
Back on Govic highway.
The former landfill on the backside of Easter mountain. Speculation is that we will come down this way on Monday.
In the mango orchard.
The fourth side of the mountain we call Easter.
Heading for home!
Hello again, San Isidro.

That was my Wednesday. Let’s see: Walk? check. Darts? check. Beer? check. Seems I did everything. Except get laid. Well, there’s always tonight. Stay tuned.

Not much Tue say

I’ll say it anyway though.

Just go with the flow and see where you wind up.

Tuesdays are my “nothing” day, but there are still hours to fill. Immigration granted me another 60 days in paradise, so there is that. Royal sold me another $200. worth of groceries. Every week the prices of imports continue to rise. I’m blessed that I can still afford to buy the things I want. So far.

Julie came along with me as she needed to pick up some stuff for her new place. She was surprised to see my overflowing shopping cart. “All that for one week?” Yep. She told me I was living large. Well, isn’t that the point?

Speaking of Julie, she started a new job last week as a recruiter for IT specialists. Her clients are in the USA so her working hours are 7 p.m. to 4 a.m. She messaged me last night a little before nine and asked me who my internet provider was. She was having issues with Converge (as were many others based on the FB outrage) and wanted to know if she could work from my place. I told her sure. She came over, we got her set up, and I went to bed. Woke up this morning and she was sound asleep on my couch. Looking damn sexy too! Of course, being the gentleman that I am, I didn’t disturb her. Later I cooked her breakfast and then sent her on home. I had the Wednesday Walkers to attend to.

A nice hike. I’ll share the details in tomorrow’s post.

I played darts last night even though I wasn’t in the mood. No real surprise that I threw like shit, although despite my incompetence I somehow managed a third-place finish. Go figure. Hope I throw better in league this afternoon.

After darts, I had a beer a BarCelona. The girl I kinda like there, Samantha, was giving me the cold shoulder. Maybe she had another customer. I didn’t stick around to find out. Went downstairs to Sit-n-Bull and got a roast beef dip to go. Had just finished eating when I found out I was soon to have company.

Speaking of company, I am having my first date with Grace tomorrow. She’s the teacher I’ve been chatting with these past few days. As I’ve mentioned in other posts, she can hold her own in intellectually stimulating conversations. Now, we do share many libertarian viewpoints but I’m not all-in with some of the conspiracy theories she espouses. Not saying she’s wrong, I’m just not ready to go there. For example, last night she sent me this:

I’m sharing with you the reply of my American cousin who used to work at biotech:

Oh my cuz that is very concerning. What the studies are revealing is that the shots were designed with snake venom and not a bat. That everyone who has taken the mRNA is now considered a tanshumanoid with reptilian blood. This is not a joke. That their body is producing reptilian peptides in their blood and that is why their immune system is compromised. Ugh this make me wish I just screamed bloody murder from the roof tops. No one wants to listen though and this is a very sad I told you so.

Like I say, it seems more than a little over the top, but it does make for some lively chats. It will be interesting to see how I feel after we meet in person. She’s older (50) and not the physical type I’m normally attracted to. I think perhaps I’ll be confronted with the true nature of my character–do I want someone I can talk and share with or am I only interested in the conquest of yet another smokin’ hot body of a twenty-something. Place your bets and stay tuned for the answer.

And that’s about it from these parts today. I’ve got the dart league to attend to, then after darts, I promised Joy I would stop in and buy her a lady drink or two.

I was reminded that I had a bad attitude as a child.

Nothing much has changed.

Discovering a new world

In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
We Hashed a trail that Guenter do
It wasn't long but it was hard
And when we got done, we was tired

Alright, I won’t quit my day job, but that verse did come to me while I was marching along yesterday.

Vienna Sausage (Guenter) was indeed the Hare for Hash run #1492. While the trail was over mostly familiar terrain, the “new world” to which I refer was doing a Guenter trail in its entirety. Granted, I took the short option (just under 3K) but this Hare doesn’t know the meaning of the word easy. The ups were all steep and so were the downs. And he managed to incorporate several of each jam-packed within a short distance. Still, I got through it alive and the miracle of miracles, I actually kind of enjoyed it. Will wonders never cease?

The long and the short of it. The “easy” trail started from the VFW on the green line and eventually intersected again with the harder trail.
The “sane” group gathering at the VFW prior to our departure.
And we are On-On!
Assuming my natural position towards the rear.
Let the climbing commence!
The mountain dwellers have dug out some steps which made the going somewhat easier.
Climb it while you can.
It was more fun when I was getting high as a teenager.
Are we there yet?
And suddenly, no more dirt steps and handrails. I guess that’s the climb it change I’ve been hearing about.
The first climb is finished!
Movin’ on.
No turning back now!
“I believe I can fly!”
Hey, that guy looks familiar!
Up we go. Again.
A rested development.
Heading into a creekbed.
Hello there, Alta Vista. I could actually see my house from here.
Then through the woods.
The lonely life of a Hasher.
We were lucky that most of the thatch grass had recently been burned.
Although there was still some around.
The last climb of the day.
Come on up!
A view…
…or two…
…or three.
A well-marked trail with chalk…
...and powder.
That’s always a good sign!
The last down was the steepest.
Almost there, Almoranus and Anal Retentive.
On-Home was at the home of the Hare, Vienna Sausage.
Gash on ice is always nice.
Perhaps you recognize the gal in blue, Whatever You Want, as one of the contestants in yesterday’s pageant. Hint: Her bikini was also blue.
The Hash concluded with the singing of our traditional closing song, Swing Low Sweet Cherry Ass.

A good day to be on trail. Next Monday, we do our annual ascent of Easter mountain. I’m not exactly looking forward to that hellacious climb, but I want to do it at least once more in this lifetime, so I’ll give it a shot.

Because it is there.

Darts tonight and more to come tomorrow.

Miss Fralics

The stage is set for a beauty pageant.

Yesterday’s adventure was journeying back out to the FRA in San Antonio to witness the competition to be crowned Miss Fralics. I actually knew three of the contestants which made it a little more interesting.

Mountain mama MJ, my masseuse, was one of the participants.

Let’s take a look around before the show begins.

A large crowd gathered for the show.
Jerlyn and Jessel from Alley Cats were in attendance.
And the waitresses were smokin’ hot too. I quite fancied the one in jeans, but alas, the feeling was not mutual. I have no idea what is up with the oval shape of this photo. I’m still learning my new phone/camera. I must have touched some setting without realizing it.
Was she sending me a subliminal message?
I’ll take your word for it!

Alrighty, y’all are here to see some hot Filipinas in various stages of undress. Let’s get on with the show!

This was the casual wear category…
I admit I didn’t handle my photography duties very well. Hey, I was distracted.
There were 11 contestants.
I didn’t manage to get a decent shot of all of them in each category though.
Lots of eye candy.
That’s Kate, one of our Subic Hashers.

Then we had the talent contest. Not surprisingly, most of the gals had some kind of dance routine as their talent.

Shake it, baby!
Irene, another gal I know, did a pretty amazing booty twitch.
This one performed a sweet little song.

Okay, time to get to the most important event–the swimsuit competition!

Sweet.
I’d like to make her roar.
Wait a minute, Kate! I missed your front!
Okay, that’s better.
This curvy one is a waitress at It Doesn’t Matter.
They all looked nice…
…coming or going.
That’s my friend, Irene.
And last but not least, MJ. I guess she was feeling shy about taking her wrap off. But still not bad looking for a 35-year-old mother of three.
Time for the judges to do their work.
The contestants waiting for the results.
Another angle.
And the winner is—Irene! Good job everyone and congratulations to Miss Fralics 2022!

That was how I spent my afternoon. Drank a lot of beers during this event. Hungry when I got back to Barretto so I had my driver drop me off at Sit-n-Bull. This morning I couldn’t remember what I had to eat there.

So, I checked my phone and it turns out it was a burrito. I’m sure it was delicious.

And now it is Hash Monday and time for me to get my lazy ass up and about. Come back tomorrow for some more wholesome goodness.