Getting my rocks off

Yesterday’s hike turned out to be a surprising adventure. It all began when Swan said she wanted to come along. She thinks my Standard Saturday Solo Street Stroll route is boring, so I tried something a little more creative. We took a Jeepney out to the Kalaklan barangay area and got off at the hillside cemetery. My plan was to go down to the beach at the lighthouse, then walk the sand to the Bantan Bayan neighborhood, and make our way back to Barretto from there. It had been a while since I walked this route, and I belatedly discovered how much things had changed. One of those changes was the lingering impact of the recent storm, including a higher-than-expected tide combined with rough waters. In the end, these obstacles proved insurmountable. Here’s how things went down:

I see dead people. The massive hillside cemetery was where we exited the Jeepney.
From our vantage point we could see the Lighthouse Resort on SBMA.
Down the steps we go!
Made it down. Next we climb those steps behind Swan
The real lighthouse. In all the time I’ve lived here, this is the first time I went up for a closer look.
A bay view from on-high
And a view of the river meeting the bay.
Our pathway to the beach
A ship on the bay
And trash on the beach, more residual damage from the recent storm. I’m constantly amazed at the shit that washes up from the bay.
One of these things isn’t like the others
Some of those angry waters I mentioned.
Walking the seawall was good while it lasted
Until there were only remnants of the seawall left.
And here is where the dilemma began. Back in the day, we’d hike around that structure on the left. Yeah, we’d sometimes get wet feet, but no big deal. That wasn’t an option yesterday because the tide and waves were giving that route a pounding.
So, I had the bright idea to climb up and over these rocks. Our destination was right on the other side, and someone built that structure up there, so I figured there would be a path down to the village.
Up I go!
Right about here, trouble set it. I couldn’t get a grip or good footing, and I started to slip. But I was falling to the side and a drop off to the rocky rough waters below. Yeah, I freaked out but managed to back my way down the way I climbed up.
Just some scratches on my leg and a cut on my finger. I was probably lucky.
On the way back to the highway, we passed by the grave of Olongapo City’s first mayor, James L. Gordon. Interesting story at the link, including his assassination in 1967.
Then back to where we started. I’m glad this wasn’t my final destination.

Splurged for a trike ride home after our abbreviated adventure. Not much distance, but lots of excitement.

Went out for some bar time after a two-day break and started at It Doesn’t Matter. Enjoyed some brews and then Swan’s brother-in-law popped in and joined us for a bit. We went to Wet Spot next, but it was so dead that we carried our drinks next door to Green Room and enjoyed them there. Ordered some food to bring home and called it a night.

Back in the high life again

And so ended another day in the life.

And now a word from our sponsor:

I posted this on Facebook during the scamdemic, but sadly, it seems just as pertinent now based on folks supporting Kamala

Today’s YouTube video is from Reekay. I’m not sure what is going on, but numerous vloggers are posting on expat fuckups. Reekay has been around a long time (I was following him prior to my move) and he offers sound advice.

Here’s the funny stuff:

Not that I would know what’s going on here.
What goes around, comes around
This one seems a little flat.

Alright, I’m running late. Got to feed those hungry gals at Hideaway, then meet my sweetheart for our dinner at John’s place. Until tomorrow then.

The storm before the calm

It’s almost time to bitch and moan about the rainy season and start looking forward to those hot, sweaty days again. Until then, you just gotta make the best of the situation. We had four hearty streetwalkers for our Friday group hike, and we all brought umbrellas for what little good they did. A few sprinkles in the beginning, then some heavy rain for most of the rest of the way. I was soaked when we finished, but as I kept reminding myself, a couple of months ago, I would have been soaked with sweat. At least we didn’t have to worry about heat strokes.

Our journey took us from Barretto, through the backstreets of Matain, into Calapacuan, then some of San Isidro, a taste of Santo Tomas, then back to Barretto. A 9K junket all told.

Starting off on the National Highway
Then over the river and into the ‘hood
The Bayside Boys–Jack, Mike, and Scott
These kids were enjoying being splashed whenever a wave hit the wall
The angry bay
Um, I didn’t see any submarines
A pedestrian only street
Into each life some rain must fall
The covered basketball court is the place to be on a rainy day in Calapacuan
Glad to see those houses on the water survived the storm
Beached boat
Better close those windows!
Piddle puddle
The family that wades together, stays together
Standing on the corner in San Isidro
I was on Bridge #2 when these kids called out for cookies. Come and get ’em, I replied. They did.
Looking at my house from the new pedestrian bridge I’m always photographing from my house.
Work in progress on the new Bridge #1, even in the rain.
The way we walked

The other event of the day was attending a dinner party with neighbors Jeff and Divina and the other invited guests.

The gals
The guys

I fucked up and didn’t do a good job documenting the food. Here’s what I got:

Swan made some great nachos as an appetizer
The shrimp fajitas were amazing. That’s the first time I’ve eaten shrimp on a tortilla with all the usual fixin’s
Jeff baked this awesome cherry pie for dessert

Anyway, hanging out and enjoying the food and beverages with the group was great. I left about the time the videoke kicked in and felt a little rude for doing so. It wasn’t the music, but I experienced a breathing attack for some reason. That’s very unusual for me when I’m not going uphill and just sitting on my ass. My oximeter read 90, the lowest I’ve been in a long time. Fortunately, my nebulizer brought me back up to 97, and I felt fine when I hit the hay an hour later.

More rain during the night, but as forecasted, the rain finally let go this morning.

Look! Up in the sky, it’s a bird…it’s a plane…it’s, it’s…a sunny day!

September 7 will always be a special day in my life.

On this day forty-nine years ago, my daughter Renee was born. This photo is from the Oklahoma chapter of her life.

Today’s YouTube video is from another vlogger I don’t subscribe to, but he offers five reasons why the Philippines might not be for you. I only struggle with one of them: patience. Back before Loraine broke my heart, she taught me this mantra: Take a deep breath. Relax. Accept the Filipino way. I still use it on occasion, and it does help keep my head from exploding.

Some more of what I call humor:

Shocking! I’d feel so unplugged. I’m glad I’m not current-ly there.
Don’t ask the question if you don’t want to hear the answer, Calvin.
Stick a pork in me, I’m done

Welp, it’s been over two days since I set foot in a bar. I aim to rectify that situation tonight. I’m not sure where, but I know the bars of Barretto are counting on me, and I won’t let them all down. I’ll tell you about that and the nearly disastrous rock-climbing adventure from this morning in tomorrow’s post. See you then!

A post about nothing

Nothing ventured, nothing gained to blog about. I posted about my trip to Pundaquit yesterday and I stayed home last night. So, there’s not much left say. Staying home proved to be a good call because we had some of the heaviest rain of the week during the evening and overnight hours. And yes, it is still raining today. The Friday hikers did an umbrella street walk this morning, but I’ll save that adventure so I have something to post about tomorrow.

Is it any wonder I’m so healthy?

We’ve been invited to a “Fajita Party” at the next-door neighbor’s place later this afternoon. I’ve got a batch of brownies in the oven, and Swan will be making some nachos as our contribution to the gathering. I’ll share how the party goes tomorrow as well.

Brownies look done

So, what does that leave to write about today? Swan loves to cook, and she surprised me this morning by asking if I wanted a Monte Cristo sandwich for my after-hike lunch. I asked, “You know how to make a Monte Cristo?” She responded, “I know you like them, and I just watched a YouTube video, so I’ll try it.” Ah, ain’t that sweet?

Not bad for a first try! She remembered my complaint that the only Monte Cristo I’ve found here (at One-Three Resort) didn’t put powdered sugar on the bread. Maybe a little overboard here, but still good.

Here’s the video she watched.

Speaking of videos, I’m part of a COPD information group, and today, I received a link to a video about walking and breathing. It’s pretty simple, really, and I may be doing it naturally, but I’ll give it a try and see if it helps.

Still in video mode, a commenter recently sent me this YouTube of a Filipina giving Tagalog lessons. In my stay-at-home boredom last night, I learned five new words (the first five in the lesson). Swan was quite impressed. Of course, I don’t remember them today, but I’ll go back and review again. Maybe something will stick in my addled brain.

No funeral banners today, but this one caught my eye:

When I saw this banner, I wondered what philosophy and mathematics had in common. I’m glad I checked before going into mocking mode. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I never knew what the “Ph” in PhD stood for. Now, it all adds up when you subtract my ignorance.

From Facebook memories comes this reminder from eight years okay. It was the last day of our Philippines vacation and we were enjoying our final dinner at the Arizona Resort here in Barretto.

Eun Oke had a lot of fun on the trip. So, I was surprised when she woke me at one in the morning with the announcement that she was breaking up with me. I asked her why, and she said, “We don’t have a future together. You want to retire and move to a poor country. I don’t want to live in a poor country.” The trip home was tense, and she went her separate way once we landed at Incheon. We did briefly reconcile, but she proved to be too crazy for me. So, she had the part about having no future together right.

Today’s YouTube video is from someone I don’t subscribe to, and after watching this one, I’m afraid I have to disagree with much of what he has to say. He seems bitter and cynical, and his advice to NEVER do certain things seems a bit overboard. Not all Filipinas are scammers. And if you meet a good one and treat her the way this guy suggests, you will lose her. The trick is knowing the difference. I certainly had my share of fuck ups along the way, but that’s just the tuition to the school of experience. Anyway, it’s worth a watch if for no other reason than as a warning not to become as disillusioned as this gent is.

Okay, let’s cleanse the palate with some humor:

Two cowboys were out on the range talking about their favorite sex positions.
One said, “I think I enjoy the rodeo position the best.”
“I don’t think I have ever heard of that”, said the other cowboy, “what is it?”
“Well, it’s where you get your girlfriend down on all fours, and you mount her from behind, then you reach around and cup each of her breasts in your hands, and then you whisper in her ear, “These feel just like your sisters!”, then you try to hold on for 8 seconds.”
I don’t think I’m eating there anyway.
Especially if you’ve just eaten and are already stuffed.

Okay, I’ll stop now. Hopefully back with more substance tomorrow.

Seas the day

I have arrived safely back home after my twenty-four hour whirlwind adventure to Barangay Pundaquit, City of San Antonio, Zambales Province, Luzon Island, Philippines.

I wasn’t lying about the whirlwind thing. I didn’t pick the best day to travel. It rained a lot, but not constantly.
How things looked during the drive
How my driver looked
The old bridge to Pundaquit as seen from the new bridge.

We arrived at our destination at noon time. I sent Swan to the beach hotel we didn’t have a reservation for to check availability and price. I had her go to avoid the “skin tax” that occurs when a foreigner is quoted a higher price than a local. She returned to report that the resort was undergoing renovation, and no kitchen or bar was available. They did offer Swan a reduced rate of 3000 pesos for the night (down from 3600). Swan also checked the newer and nicer place next door, and they wanted 5500 pesos for the night. It wasn’t THAT much nicer, so we went with the original plan. We did use the restaurant facilities at the other place for lunch.

Our lodging for the night
The view outside our room
The outside of our room
Inside the room. It was small, but comfortable. I guess that makes it cozy.

The restaurant across the street was devoid of guests, and the upstairs section I had been wanting to try since seeing it on my last trip was closed. The bar was the only area not exposed to the wind-blown rain, so that’s where we sat. Being outnumbered by the staff had an eerie feel about it, but the service was good. The wine prices on the menu were shocking–the cheapest being 500 pesos, so Swan had a beer instead. When I got a closer look at the wine on the shelf, it included Carlo Rossi, the brand we buy at Royal for 350 pesos a bottle. Then the lightbulb in my head turned on, and we asked the waitress if the wine prices were per glass or bottle. It turns out that they only sell wine by bottle. So, getting a whole bottle for 500 pesos was practically a bargain, and we bought one.

Our afternoon dining venue
The wine brought a smile to Swan’s face
The club sandwich I had for lunch was just okay, but it did fill the void. I can’t remember what Swan ordered.
Although the upstairs was closed for dining, I was allowed to take some photos from there. That’s our resort on the right.
Looking down on the beach
And a look up the beach. You can even see some raindrops.

After our meal, we walked up the street for a look around. I saw a place I had stopped in once a few years back while on a hike and decided to try it again.

The Sun & Surf. Well, it was the only sun we saw this trip.
We had the place to ourselves when we first arrived. And yes, Swan brought her bottle of wine with her and the bar owner had no objection–even gave her a wine glass.
The day was young and I still had room for more beer.
The view from our seats
It was great getting to meet and chat with the owner, Kevin.

Kevin gave us a tour of the facilities. He also has a variety of rooms available, from Nipa huts to aircon rooms. He’s owned the Surf & Sand for eleven years but said they’ve never recovered from the COVID lockdowns. I was a little surprised because Barretto is booming with mostly Filipino tourists, at least on weekends. He said that’s not the case in Pundaquit, and the foreigners who used to come pre-scamdemic have not returned. That’s a shame. He said the place needs several thousand dollars in renovations, but he doesn’t expect he’d be able to recover that investment. He’s considering just walking away from it all and returning to the USA. Damn.

I enjoyed interacting with the few customers who dropped in during our visit, like these Aussies.
And later in the afternoon, this guy from Norway and his entourage joined in the fun.
And then things got a little fuzzy.

I began drinking much earlier in the day than I normally do. I was drinking San Miguel Light (5% alcohol) rather than my usual Zero (3%). And I didn’t get my daily afternoon nap. So yeah, I fell asleep at the bar. I also ordered take-out food from the Car Wash restaurant up the road but have no recollection of doing so (the unopened containers were in the room this morning). Swan says I was unsteady on my feet but made it back to the hotel without incident.

Sleeping beauty, safe and sound

Swan asked me this morning what time it was when I went to bed. I checked my Fitbit stats and was surprised to see this:

Wow. Didn’t even make it to seven.

At some point during the night, the power went out. We had no electricity until nine in the morning. I didn’t even bother unpacking my laptop.

We began our morning with a barefoot stroll on the beach
The beach, the ocean, the mountain, and the clouds
Zoomed in on that water making its way down the mountain
And the Capones island

Back at our hotel, the staff kindly heated a pot of water on their gas stove so we could enjoy some morning coffee on our front porch.

Coffee goes great with the sound on waves crashing on the beach
And these love birds were nice to see as well

After our coffee break, we loaded up a bag with cookies and lollipops and headed out to explore the backstreets of Pundaquit.

The flooded backstreets, as it turns out.
Where the river meets the sea
Serenity
The kids in this area were both grateful and polite
It was nice exploring a new part of town
The Sewage Canal?
Another road, another puddle. At least we could walk around this one.
Back at our hotel and a chance reunion with my brother from another mother. Practically twins!

I’m back home this afternoon, and the deluge continues. In fact, a new storm is approaching, so there is no relief in sight. They have even canceled tomorrow’s SOB as many employees are home dealing with flooding issues.

The river behind my house is as high as I’ve ever seen it, but it has a ways to go yet to overcome those high concrete banks.
This shot of the pedestrian bridge up the street from my place gives some perspective on just how high the water has risen.

So, that’s the story of my adventure. All in all, it was a good one.

We need to stop those crazy Trump voters from stealing the election. Here’s a plan that could work:

You can’t get on a plane without an ID, so why can you vote without one?

Today’s YouTube video is a short expose about the sextortion scams and the impact on its victims. I’ve heard tales of this over the years, but it always seemed to me to be limited to a few whacked individuals. Apparently, it’s an organized racket luring in victims these days.

And now for some humor:

Good luck at the dentist, Kevin.
Back in my slutty days, it seemed every Filipina I brought home always said the exact same three things: “Ouch!” “Oh shit!” “Already?”
I haven’t really been keeping abreast of that whole left/right brain thing.

Welp, wind and rain are telling me that tonight is a good night to stay safe and dry at home. And that’s just what I’m going to do. Later, gators!

As luck would have it

I wound up doing the Hash yesterday. I carried an umbrella but didn’t need it. I guess God loves the Hash because the intense rains that had been falling all day abruptly ceased right around our 2 p.m. start time. The Hare, Anal Receptive, had laid a trail in deference to the weather, primarily flat and, for the most part, paved. I opted for the 5K short version (the long was 8K) and only suffered from wet and muddy feet. Well, two inclines on the Govic Highway left me surprisingly winded. I don’t know what’s up with that. My blood oxygen has been in the high 90s, but there is no denying my age and obesity. And yes, I was the recipient of the traditional Hash cake. I’ve gotta say, that icy cold beer poured over my head made my heart race. That would be a hell of a way to die, wouldn’t it? Maybe next year.

The trail started at the Alta Vista Clubhouse, and we took the familiar back way out of the ‘hood. A good portion of the first half of the trail was the same route we took on Sunday’s Candy Walk.
Hashers will not be cowed!
Even by the horny ones
We pavement beats mud any day
Well, there’s wet and then there’s flooded
And we had our share of mud as well
The Govic Highway portion
Over Bridge #3
The muddy waters of the Matain River
Swan made a rare appearance at the Hash
Wet and wild
All in a day’s Hash
On-Home was at Smokes and Bottles
The Hash Gash
The Hashit
Hash cake for the birthday boys
The long and short of it
The after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter

So, the Hash turned out better than I thought it would. Lucky me.

In other news, I should be posting today from Angeles City but I’m not. Late in the afternoon yesterday, our power company, Zameco II, posted this:

So, that all day power interruption was postponed due to inclement weather. Ironic, isn’t it?

Anyway, the neighbors had made the plans and reservations in AC based on the assumption that their kids would not have school to attend on Wednesday. When that changed, they had no choice but to cancel the trip. And so it goes.

Facebook reminded me that five years ago I was enjoying my first visit to Saigon.

That seems like a Phucing Long time ago

Some of the internet forums I follow devolve into controversies, like which is better, Angeles City or Barretto. The same goes for the comparisons between the Philippines and Thailand. Everyone has their own preferences, and today’s YouTube video tells why the vlogger prefers life in the PI.

Here’s something to smile about:

Since I share both here at LTG, am I foolishly wise or wisely foolish?
Welcome to the party, son.
Well, that’s a new wrinkle…

Another rainy day here to deal with; we’ll see what’s happening when beer o’clock rolls around. Hasta la vista for now.

It’s that time of year again

Here in the Philippines, they call it the “ber” months, and it is the traditional start of the Christmas holiday season. Yep, decorations will be going up, and Christmas songs will be blasting in the shopping centers. For the next four months. I have found a way to cope at least:

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

Ah, the first ad of the season from right here in Barreteto!

Anyway, everything is going pretty much as it always does around here. Yesterday, there was a bit of a modification to my Standard Modified Saturday Solo Duo Street Stroll. Swan came along, and we walked a slightly different route than I usually do.

Swan always brings some goodies for the kiddies
Adding some sweetness to their day
Going out of her way
The way we rolled

Once again, Swan wanted to go see The Engine Band at Treasure Island on Baloy. They serve cold Zero there, so who am I to complain?

The bay
The band
The food. Swan had something called tequila lime chicken.
l snacked on chicken wings

We listened to the band’s first two sets and then headed home at 7 p.m. I fired up the TV and finally got around to watching the second half of Filipina Dream Girls on YouTube. It is a nice trip back in time to the early 1990s in Manila, with some English guys looking to hook up with bar girls. My hearing is not great, and some of those Brit accents were tough to decipher at times, but it is still a good watch.

And so ended another Saturday in my simple life.

Once again, Facebook memories carried me back in time to my former life.

The 2011 view from my Gireum-dong apartment in Seoul

It’s pretty scary when I see otherwise intelligent people regurgitating the lies they’ve been sold about Trump as justification for supporting ignorant Kamala. I guess they are not as smart as I gave them credit for being.

It’s a waste of time to try and change the thinking of the indoctrinated.
Probably works for Facebook

Let’s take a three-minute stroll back in time with today’s YouTube video. I couldn’t help but think how everyone you see is dead now, but I guess that’s part of the time travel phenomenon.

And some humor before I go.

Be careful what you ask for!
Funny how that works
A wanton disregard of your orders, Captain!

Welp, the lighting is flashing, and the thunder is booming outside my window right now. But I’ve got a feeding to attend to at Hideaway, so hopefully, this, too, shall pass. I’m going to pop into John’s and ask if they have red wine in stock. If not, I’ll take Swan to Mangos for dinner. She’s been craving those grilled pork chops. I’ll be back tomorrow with more of this goodness.

Smokin’ some Hops and drinkin’ some Brews

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, my Standard Saturday Solo Street Stroll was shorter than usual. I got to the end of my street, said, “fuck this,” then turned around and went back home. I just wasn’t feeling it for some reason.

So, I spent a lazy day at home doing jackshit other than blogging and napping. I was feeling energized when beer o’clock rolled around, and Swan and I headed into town. The first stop was Sloppy Joe’s. Swan was served a rancid glass of undrinkable wine. To his credit, the manager comped her a gin and soda instead. After a couple of drinks, it was time for dinner, and I had something special in mind–a rare visit to Hops and Brews. The last time we ate at Barretto’s only smokehouse, Pugon Corner, we were severely disappointed and vowed never to return. That same day, I saw a Facebook post from Hops and Brews saying they would start their own smoke yard. I figured it was time to give it a try.

We were in luck–this daily special board greeted us as arrived. Might as well try a little of everything and see how they do.
There’s a nice ambiance about the place and service was excellent.
I don’t think big screen TVs for music videos get any bigger than this one
The Smoke Garden menu. I’ll definitely order a la carte next time.
Our platter of smoked meats. The ribs and pulled pork were especially good and the brisket was nice as well.

We were going to do our nightcap at Green Room, but the place was packed, so we went next door to the nearly empty Wet Spot. Owner Dave came by our table, and we had our usual pleasant chat. One of the things we discussed was some recent complaints about Barretto on one of the internet forums, comparing our little town unfavorably to Angeles City. Well, that’s apples and oranges, and I’ll take our beaches and mountains over that shithole city any day. Sure, there are more bars in AC, so there are more options for the guys who have to pay for sex. The complaints about pricing were especially ignorant. We have bars charging as little as 60 pesos if you want cheap beer. Good luck finding that in AC. I’m no expert because I don’t barfine girls, but in Barretto, the transaction is between the guy and the girl, with the girl compensating the bar for leaving work early. So, sharpen those negotiating skills if you want cheaper sex. Damn, I’m glad I don’t have to live a nickel-and-dime existence in my retirement. And I’m also delighted I don’t have to pay for sex!

Went home with some pecan pie from Sit-n-Bull and had a sweet ending to the night.

Facebook reminds me how Lucky looked when I brought him home six years ago.

Skin and bones with no fur. He’s a Lucky dog indeed, albeit a bit of an asshole.

I see ignorant people:

To me, this election is about whether we have a thinking majority or a stupid one.

In today’s YouTube video, Rose Hall explains things to be on the lookout for if you want to avoid a toxic relationship with a Filipina. NOW you tell me! Anyway, it worked out okay for me in the end, but my big red flag was the drama queens. I have almost zero tolerance for that bullshit. Swan has gone into silent mode a couple of times (we’ve been together for over a year now), but we always manage to talk things through and come out stronger on the other side.

Ready for some lame humor?

That’s what your tongue is for, loser!
He has a point
I can dig it!

Sunday is the day of routines. Candy Walk is in the books. Next up, the Hideaway feeding, then dinner with Swan at John’s place. Life is good.

Hmm, turns out it is not about my blog. Oh well.

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?

🙄😳😈😜 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…😜😜😜😜😜😜

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!