Once again I apologize for the lack of regular posting here. My schedule and routines remain disrupted and unpredictable as I accommodate the demands of having a girlfriend. I’m not complaining mind you, just offering an explanation. As I continue to adjust to this new normal I’m hopeful I’ll be able to develop some consistency in my daily rituals.

In the old days it was pretty much like this every day: wake up between four and five each morning. Catch up on the world’s happenings via my favorite blogs and websites. Feed and walk the dogs. Walk myself, either alone or with the group hikers. Take a nap. Blog here at LTG. Shower and head out for an evening of beer drinking, darts, and hanging out with my bargirl friends. Back home and in bed between nine and ten. Rinse and repeat.

Here in the good new days, it is much more unpredictable. Yesterday is a good example. When my sweetheart spends the night I’m not so early to rise. When we did get up, I enjoyed sharing a cup of coffee and morning chat in lieu of my internet pursuits. My dog walk included escorting my gal out of the neighborhood where she got a trike back to her home in Subic. I returned home, had a bite to eat, perused some of my regular internet reads, then it was time to head out for the Friday group hike.

We had a nice jaunt of almost 10K and finished up at a place, now popularly known as the Car Wash due to its proximity to a car wash), for lunch and beers. Now, normally after an hour or so, I’d return home, blog, nap, shower, and go play darts. That was my plan until it was preempted by my girl’s request that I stay with her instead. So, I sat there unshowered in my hiking clothes for the remainder of the afternoon and into the evening hours. Good chats with some friends and fellow patrons, lots of cold beers, and of course, the company of the woman I love. We came home together early, around 8 p.m., watched a couple of episodes of Seinfeld, then hit the hay. I’m definitely enjoying the snuggling and cuddling during the night as we sleep.

Anyway, I’m writing this post prior to my morning walk today to ensure I don’t get detoured by unplanned events later in the day. As things stand, we are planning to have lunch together. Who knows what I’ll be doing after lunch. There’s comfort in routines and excitement in not having things go as planned. I reckon that’s part and parcel of living a shared life. It’s a nice change.

Here are some photos I took on yesterday’s hike. I was the only photographer in attendance, so the views and quality of the shots are not up to par with what I usually post, but they are better than nothing I hope.

You can Relive the hike here if you want:

Okay, that’s it for this time. I’ll try to get back to being as regular here as my morning poop. Promise!

I technically reside in San Isidro, a barangay in Subic. My Alien Registration Card says I live in Barretto. So, I don’t think they can keep me out of Barretto. Anyway, I know all the back ways in so it shouldn’t be a problem. The bigger concern is the new rules that forbid the non-vaxxed from entering indoor businesses. That supposedly went into effect yesterday but it wasn’t being enforced anywhere that I visited. Well, when I tried to go into The Pub for dinner the waitress asked for my vaccination card. Told her I didn’t have one. She said that according to John (the owner) she couldn’t let me in. I told her no one else had stopped me anywhere in town and she could tell John I won’t be back. She hesitated and let me in. I was the only customer in the place.

SBMA (the old Navy base) will not let you enter without a vax card now. That means no more grocery shopping at Royal for the foreseeable future. Depending on how strict enforcement becomes, I may not be able to shop anywhere. My helper has been vaccinated, so I guess I won’t have to starve.

Anyway, it’s all bullshit. I’m not anti-vax. I’m also not stupid. The vaccination doesn’t work. Just ask Whoopi Goldberg and Geraldo Rivera–they did everything they were told and mocked those who resisted–and both have just tested positive for Covid. Who’s the sucker now? I may not have any choice but to give up and get jabbed so I can retain my freedom of movement and access to the bars. But this totalitarian bullshit is right out of Orwell’s 1984. The thing that shocks me is how many people still believe the big lie.

In other news, they’ve begun construction on a new house on the lot just below my place. So the peace and quiet I became accustomed to is gone now, at least during daylight hours.

Nothing to update on the new old girlfriend. So far so good. I’m going to do my best and see what happens.

The afternoon before I got my old girl back, I slapped a steak on the grill and this was the result:

I also visited a relatively new beach bar on Saturday. McCoy’s on Baloy Beach. I actually rather liked it and expect I’ll be visiting again soon. Here are some photos I took while there:

Anyway, it was a crazy weekend. A couple of late nights in a row, riding the emotional roller coaster but hopefully winding up in a better place. Finding out what’s next is what life is all about, right?

Actually, I already know what is next–this is Hash Monday. Time to get ready to hit the trail again. I’ll be back with more tomorrow.

Friday’s group hike was rather interesting. Unlike the Hash trails, we normally don’t have a predetermined course plotted, just a general sense of the area we want to explore. Sometimes this leads to unanticipated results, usually not in a good way. Trailblazing through bushes, briars, and brambles, an unexpected dead-end, a steeper, and longer climb than desired–we had all that and more during yesterday’s journey. And oh yeah, for the first time in my hiking career I participated in tearing down a fence that had us trapped with no way forward, and going back down where we had just suffered an exhaustingly steep climb was not an option. And for the record, once we passed through we re-erected the fence. No harm, no foul!

There was a reward for all of our struggles though–one of the nicest views I’ve enjoyed on any of our hikes. The picture above is one take on that. What made the view unique was that from our vantage point it was all-encompassing. We could the bay and the surrounding mountains which is pretty standard. The clear skies yesterday also allowed us to see the more distant mountains and beyond. We could even see the ocean out San Antonio way. It made the earlier struggles almost worth it.

To the photos then:

I’m still stewing in my juices on the subject that I alluded to in yesterday’s post. I’ll try and tackle that one tomorrow. I need to do some more beer-fueled contemplation. Going to be drinking with a friend on Baloy Beach later this afternoon. That will be a good start to my Saturday night.

I find all this “insurrection” talk from the Dems and big media (but I repeat myself) to be rather revolting. Keep it up and you’ll see what a real revolution looks like. But enough with American politics. I live here now and my shenanigans create more than enough drama to fill my days.

I had a nice 7.5K morning walk. Did a photo every ten minutes this time. I’ll add them at the end of this post. My anticipated afternoon delight was a visit from Joy.

I honestly didn’t know what to expect. It was her day off and her idea to come over. I was prepared to do the steak dinner thing, even had the potatoes baking in the oven when she arrived. “How long can you stay?” I asked. She replied that she needed to leave around 3:00. It was currently 2:00, so then I knew what she had come for. So, we took care of business, and it was time to go. I walked her out of the subdivision and invited her to join me at a new Korean place that just opened, but it was closed. So, I took her to Sit-n-Bull instead.

After the meal, we said our goodbyes. And there I stood on the highway in Barretto at 3:30 in the afternoon. I had no expectations about Joy and yet somehow I still felt a sense of disappointment. Nothing a few beers won’t cure I reasoned, so I headed over to the Mango’s beach bar for some solitary contemplation. Then I moved on to Outback for more beer and bargirl company. When I tired of that, I crossed the street to Queen Victoria for more of the same. Well, you get the picture. Just another night in paradise. It ended in a bizarre and unexpected way, copious amounts of beer will sometimes do that, but I’ll have to share that story another time. I’m not sure what I’m doing at this point.

Anyway, I have the Friday hike this morning, the annual Hash leadership meeting in the early afternoon, and then darts in the evening. Wanted to get this post up now as it is likely my only chance to do so.

Yesterday’s solitary hike:

Relive the walk here if you want:

It seems life just gets curiouser and curiouser. Stay tuned for whatever may be coming next.

If you're down and confused
And you don't remember who you're talking to
Concentration slip away
Because your baby is so far away

Well there's a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love, honey
Love the one you're with

It turned out to be a pretty interesting Wednesday. Saw some new scenery with the Walkers group out on the far side of Subic town; that’s always nice. The hike was challenging, as much from the overgrown vegetation as was it from the hill climb. Still, a good group effort, and that made it worthwhile. Pictures from that trek are at the end of this post.

We had a different kind of challenge just getting to Subic. We had the good fortune to catch an empty Jeepney in Barretto so all seventeen of us hikers hopped in the back. We were stopped at the checkpoint as we entered Zambales province and asked for our quarantine cards. Yep, they’ve actually started that madness again. Actually, from what I read they are only supposed to be harassing folks from Manila, but there is no arguing with these petty tyrants. Hell, I technically live in San Isidro which is part of Zambales; am I not going to be allowed to go home without proof of quarantine? Bullshit! Anyway, we just played dumb and said “oh, we didn’t know we had to bring our card” and eventually the bureaucrat let us proceed with the admonishment to bring our cards next time. Yes, sir!

After the hike, some of us did lunch and beers at Dynamite Dick’s. We are between seasons in darts so I wasn’t in my usual big rush to get home. After Dick’s, Scott and I headed over to Hideaway for a couple of more beers. Naturally, I bought my waitress friend Joy a couple of lady drinks. She is going to be visiting me here this afternoon. I’m planning to grill up some steaks and fixin’s. Not sure what she has in mind since I’m no longer doing the FWB program. We’ll see how that goes.

After going home to shower up, I met up with “Bill” at Wet Spot. Bill’s live-in girlfriend has gone home to the province to spend a month or so with family. Bill is also the guy I mentioned that has made it his goal to find me a worthy girlfriend this year. I don’t usually hang with anyone when I hit the bars, but since we are both currently single I thought I’d share my company with him.

Bill was there when I arrived. As I sat down to join him, Aine, the waitress I spend my time with when I visit Wet Spot, came to join us. She wasn’t her usual friendly self though. Turns out she was pissed/hurt because I hadn’t been in to see her for over a week, including the holidays. Well, it wasn’t anything personal, I just don’t visit Wet Spot as frequently as other venues. So I bought her the first of several drinks and let her pout while I gave my attention to Bill. Later on, I bought some chocolates for her from a vendor and she seemed to cheer up some.

Meanwhile, Bill had spotted a hottie on stage and called her down to join us at our table. Twenty-one, dark-skinned, and huge natural tits. Yeah, looked even better close up. Named Barbie. I told her I was Ken, but she didn’t get the joke. Oh well. Bill started buying her some drinks and she loosened up quite a bit–became more talkative and took off her bra! Wowza! As I mentioned, Bill has a girlfriend that he adores, but I could tell he was really tempted to ask for a take-out. Well, I mean, I heard him ask if she was available and she answered affirmatively. Maybe to keep himself out of trouble, he started trying to get me interested in Barbie. Nope, not my thing. Besides, I had a gal next to me already and I’m pretty sure she would have not appreciated it if I started showing affection for another girl in the bar. I learned on my very first trip to the Philippines to never barfine two girls from the same bar. Once they’ve gone with you they consider you exclusively theirs. Bizarre I know, especially since they won’t hesitate to go with another customer who pays the price of admission.

I had originally thought we’d do a bar hop and have dinner somewhere but we wound up staying at Wet Spot and ordering some food from Sit-n-Bull for delivery to our table. When we did finally break free we crossed the street to Cheap Charlies. Bill switched to Cokes but I stuck with my low-alcohol beer. Alma, my favorite, wasn’t working but there were three girls surrounding me so I made do. Bill was working with two of his own and having a good time putting on some dirty dancing moves. I finally called it quits a little after 9:00 and headed on home. A good night overall.

Alright then, let’s get to those pictures from the Wednesday Walkers hike, shall we?

All in all, I’d call it a damn fine Wednesday.

Turn your heartache right into joy
'Cause she's a girl and you're a boy
Get it together come on make it nice
You ain't gonna need any more advice

Well there's a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love, honey
Love the one you're with

So, yeah. I made up a new word to describe a cultural phenomenon prevalent here in the Philippines and exacerbated at the end of every year–noise. This is a loud country. For whatever reason, people prefer max volume. Every morning I can hear music blaring from a house two streets down from me. Karaoke is even worse–bad singing amplified to ear-splitting levels. Motorbikes with modified mufflers to increase noise. The loudest car horns I’ve ever heard. And don’t get me started on the roosters. The locals just take it all in stride, but going on four years here and I still can’t get used to it. That’s one advantage to living in Alta Vista, a lot of the regular everyday neighborhood noise is not present. And roosters are not allowed.

Anyway, this New Year’s season has been especially bad. The firecrackers sound like gunshots and make your ears ring and windows rattle. The noisemakers and airhorns are also very irritating. I saw one guy stick an airhorn in his motorbike exhaust pipe to exacerbate the loudness. Anyway, as I said, it is all very annoising. Rant over.

There are nicer traditions for the holiday here as well. It’s a family time and gathering for meals with the clan is a big deal. I was surprised at how many bars were closed last night for New Year’s Day even though it was a Saturday night. I speculate they couldn’t get their staff to come in and miss out on the family feast. My regular beggars were asking for money to fund the big meal and I even accommodated a few of them.

Of course, I don’t have family here. I don’t even have a girlfriend. But that didn’t stop me from cooking like I had loved ones to serve.

My hunger satiated, it was time to get out and fulfill another tradition of mine–drinking beer on Saturday night. I changed things up a little bit by starting out at Queen Victoria, a bar I hadn’t bothered visiting since I did the review back in October. It was early and I was the only customer. Despite the infrequency of my visits, all the girls greeted me by name. One, in particular, seemed especially happy to see me. She kept asking if I remembered her and I finally had to admit I did not. She seemed very disappointed in me. Turns out she used to work at Alaska Club. She also reminded me of the occasion I had bar fined her (paid to take her out of the bar), something I very rarely do, maybe once or twice a year. Then she rubbed some salt in the wound by telling me how quickly I came. I guess that’s a good thing for a prostitute though. Anyway, she’s pretty funny and gives a good massage so maybe someday I’ll try to make it last longer and get my money’s worth. I bought her a lady drink and had a couple of beers, then moved on.

Next stop was Outback to visit my pal Bhel. She seems completely recovered from her surgery, which is a good way to start a new year. Actually, she had invited me to a gathering at her house on New Year’s Eve, but I wasn’t comfortable with being the only white guy there. Things can go south in a hurry when people you don’t know get drunk. After a pleasant visit, I headed out for my next destination.

Hmm. BarCelona and Cheap Charlie’s were closed. Thought about Wet Spot, but decided to hit it on the way back home. It Doesn’t Matter was open, so I figured I’d check in with Roan. Turns out, she had called in sick. Too much to drink the night before. That was my fault because I was buying her drinks. Oh well. I shared drinks with another waitress and a fellow Hasher, Leech My Nuggets, came in so I wound up staying at IDM longer than expected. After two straight late nights though I was ready to head home at 9:00.

And that’s how I spent the first day of the new year. Seems an awful lot like all my other days, doesn’t it?

Made it through another year, not completely unscathed, but why should 2021 be different than all those other years? A nice hike out in San Antonio during the morning hours. I’ll cover that event at the end of this post. Let’s start out with a recap of the nighttime New Year’s Eve adventures.

I did have an invite to a dinner party out on Baloy beach but I just wasn’t feeling all that sociable. I’d done the late (for me) night on Thursday and after the travel for the hike, I was ready to chill. And yeah, not having a date for what I expected would be a couples event curbed my enthusiasm as well. In fact, as I set out on my planned bar crawl I was in a foul mood and feeling somewhat used and abused. Or maybe just lonely. Well, I figured I could fix that by spending time with some of my favorite bargirls. So I started my evening at Hideaway bar sharing drinks and company with Joy and Jen.

Except it didn’t work. If anything, the shallowness of the interactions just made me feel worse. Clearly, this was the wrong medicine for whatever it was that was ailing me. Finished my beer, said my goodbyes and found myself out on the bustling streets of Barretto once again. Now what? I thought maybe something new was in order and figured that if nothing else, the views from the rooftop bar/restaurant at Central Park Reef hotel would boost my spirits, so I headed off in that direction.

Along the way, I saw that a brand new bar had just opened. I decided to pop in and give it a look-see. It was just me, one waitress, and what I learned later was the owner. I ordered a beer and decided to drink it at the outside table.

The waitress did stand outside with me as I sat and drank my beer. She told me they are going to hire more waitresses and also have karaoke both inside and out. Ah, one of THOSE kinds of bars. No thanks! Too soon to review though. I’ll give it another look when it is fully operational. Finished my beer and departed.

Back on the highway and with the Central Park hotel in view, I changed my mind. I decided to go somewhere more familiar and comfortable. I’d just been to Cheap Charlies the night before, so I decided to climb the steps up to BarCelona. I knew my favorite there, Novi, was no longer working and I had lost interest in the hottie I’d seen there in the red dress upon observing how mercenary she appears to be. Nope, I’d just get my seat with a view and be a solitary drinker. I smiled to myself when the hottie turned out to be my waitress. I could almost see the expectation in her eyes that I’d ask her to join me. Instead, I thanked her, turned my back, and proceeded to enjoy my cold San Miguel Light.

It turned out to be my one and only beer there. When I attempted to order my second SML the hottie returned and said they were sold out. WTF? SML is a local brew that is popular with expats, and I’ve never seen any bar run out. Especially on a Friday night that is also New Year’s frickin’ eve! It wasn’t even 7 o’clock yet. Now, if I was managing the bar, I’d fire the person responsible for keeping beer in stock. And I’d also send one of the waitresses to 7/11 to bring back all the SML she could carry. Instead, they chose to lose a customer. Needless to say, this did not improve my mood.

Back out on the street yet again and needing a new venue to find some holiday spirit. Although I was a little reluctant because of my recent disappointment with Roan, I chose It Doesn’t Matter as my best remaining option. And at least it was nearby. It turned out to be the right call I suppose. Roan was her friendly self and the place started filling up with people I know from the Hash and hikes, so a party-like vibe took hold.

At the beginning of the night, I had no expectation that I’d be around come midnight. But having other people I know there with me made it a matter of pride to not bail out before the arrival of the new year. It was a challenge, but I succeeded. Barely.

Right at the stroke of midnight, I got a “Happy New Year!” message from Pearl. That was surprising. I wished her a happy one as well and mentioned how strange it felt to be in San Antonio again without her. That earned me a heart emoji.

Facebook memories were also powerful reminders of days gone by when I didn’t welcome the new year alone.

So, home by 12:30 and in bed shortly thereafter. It was one of those years, wasn’t it?

To the hike pictures, then.

And now for what I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for:

Happy New Year, everyone! Thanks for coming here and sharing the tidbits of my so-called life. It’s great to have y’all along for the ride! Let’s see where 2022 takes us.

Another year draws to a close. Good riddance to this one! I’ll be spending the final day of the year hiking in San Antonio. Looking forward to some new scenery.

Life can be a beach sometimes. Yesterday turned out to be that way.

Nothing all that special. Although as I made my way back home walking past the 7/11 I saw Pearl and Dick sitting side-by-side. I just kept on going without looking back. Don’t know if they saw me or not.

I didn’t let that image linger too long in my mind. Got home and set about my normal routines. Then I received a message from Jessa inviting me to join her and the old Treasure Island crew for an end-of-the-year party. Hell, I didn’t have anything better to do so I said “sure!”

Now, Jessa and I had a thing going for a while but it didn’t work out for us. She’s engaged to a Yank who seems like a good guy and it looks like she will have all of her dreams fulfilled in the near future (house being built, daddy for her daughter, stable married life). I’m truly happy for her. I first met the Treasure Island gals when I was briefly living in Baloy. In fact, I took Jessa and the girls out to dinner for Jessa’s 30th birthday back in 2018.

Last night’s get-together was on the beach in Barretto. One of those Filipino-style “cottages”, basically a table with a canvas cover, Right next door to Palm Tree. I recalled many times watching the parties taking place there and thinking “that looks like fun”. I’m glad I finally got to experience it first hand.

I’m an in bed by nine o’clock kind of guy these days, but Jessa challenged me to make it until 11:00. It was a struggle and took me nine beers to get there, but I made it!

Anyway, it meant a lot to me to get the invite and be included. I admit that I wish I hadn’t blown it with Jessa way back when. Oh well, she’s probably better off without me.

Okay, I’m off for San Antonio. Wanted to get some kind of post up now because I’m not sure when I’ll be back tonight. Who knows what this New Year’s Eve holds in store for me? Only way to find out is to live it. Let’s go!

…and ended with wings.

A challenging but beautiful hike with the Wednesday Walkers. A bar review at The Green Room. A visit to the Hideaway bar to deliver some financial assistance to Joy (has a sick kid). An impromptu drop in to It Doesn’t Matter to clear the air with Roan about Tuesday’s broken “date”. Dinner to go from The Pub (it was Wingsday). Then home for the peace that comes with sleep. Just another day in the life.

Turns out the thing with Roan wasn’t an intentional snub, although it was certainly inconsiderate on her part. I guess it is all about priorities and I wasn’t hers. She says she wants to make it up to me next week. I’m not so sure that I want to bother again. The real point of the date was to help her out with an eye examination and new glasses. I’m not going to beg someone to accept a gift from me.

I volunteered to help Joy because her daughter has had stomach issues for several days and needs to see a doctor, something Joy couldn’t afford. An example of how a little money ($30) can make a big difference. I was the only customer at the bar so I bought the girls some food (roast chicken) while I was there. A couple of lady drinks for Joy and her friend Jen. Then I was back out on the highway.

After a brief stop at It Doesn’t Matter to see Roan, I was on to The Pub to get my fix of Korean-style wings satisfied. A fellow Hasher, Sean, was there watching his girl play pool so we had a nice chat. I showed him my bar review rankings and his opinion of the bars varied from mine significantly. Just goes to show that tastes and wants in a bar venue are individualized preferences. I did note that a lot of his reasons for not liking a particular bar were as much about not liking the bar manager as it was about the bar. I could relate.

Alright then, to the Wednesday Walkers adventure. We took a Jeepney out to Kale beach (about 4K from Barretto) to begin our hike. It wasn’t a beach walk though, we hoofed it up Coral street, then headed for the hills. A long, hard slog to the top of Kalaklan ridge. As tough as it was, it was still enjoyable. A beautiful day to be on a trek with other like-minded folks.

As usual, we’ll tell the story with photographs. The pics are also a group effort–this collection comes from several different hikers.

Let me leave you this sad story of a tragedy in the wild.

UPDATE: I have been visiting the Green Room much more frequently of late, in large part because I’ve been winning discount coupons at the SOB events. Having now experienced the ambiance of this bar with some regularity, I have gotten better in tune with the friendly vibe that exists here. There are a lot of familiar faces, so it seems to be a favorite of the local expats. There are still as many Guest Relations Officers (GROs) as I’ve seen anywhere in town, and the ones I’ve met recently are attractive and friendly. My usual practice is to drink with the waitresses (had three at my table last night), and I always enjoy their company. I’m sure I’ll be coming back more often, with or without those discounts. I still prefer the outdoor venues, but the Green Room atmosphere makes it worth the visit.

The Green Room transitioned from the former girly bar named Rum Jungle last year. Same ownership, though, just a new concept: the sports bar. And just to clarify my definitions–a girly bar has a dance stage and scantily clad gals dancing for the entertainment of the customers. At least back when dancing was allowed in the bars, and presumably, it will be again at some point in the future. A sports bar, as the name implies, has large screen televisions where you can watch the big game, along with a pool table and sometimes a dartboard. The Green Room ticks all those boxes.

That is not to say that there aren’t any girls in a sports bar. The Green Room had what appeared to be twenty or thirty present during my visit. Shortly after I’d taken my seat, two of them came over to greet me.

Naturally, I bought them both a lady drink, a bottled beer for 185 pesos (mixed drinks are 170). My beer was 110 pesos.

This bar is also located in The Maze complex. Back in the day, you could walk through a rear door to visit two other bars–Rapscallion and Man Cave. Sadly, both of those bars were killed by COVID. Through another door, you could get to Wet Spot and Lollipop bars. Wet Spot is still going strong and Lollipop is now home to one of the best food places in Barretto, Sit-n-Bull. The SnB menu is available for order in The Green Room as well.

So, how does The Green Room stack up? The sports bar genre is very competitive and there is just not much that makes this particular venue stand out in my opinion. I think yesterday’s visit was only my third since last year’s grand opening. This is not to say there is anything wrong with the place, I just don’t watch televised sports or play pool. It is simply a matter of other places suiting my likes better.

And I think this final review is a good time to remind just how subjective my opinions and rankings truly are. I showed the list to a friend last night and he disagreed with my assessments in about half the cases. Just a matter of different strokes for different folks. I have also noticed that over the course of this series of reviews as I’ve made subsequent visits to some of these bars my assessment has changed, in most cases for the better. So the rankings are not necessarily a valid reflection of my current preferences. Perhaps I’ll need to periodically do an update. With new bars on the horizon, I’ll need to incorporate them into the rankings anyway. So be on the lookout for that.

Twenty-six currently active bars in Barretto (again, excluding most of the hotel lounges and Filipino-style videoke bars). Here is how I personally prefer them:

UPDATED RANKINGS:

1. It Doesn’t Matter
2. Hideaway
3. Snackbar
4. Cheap Charlies
5. Wet Spot
6. The Green Room
7. Alley Cats
8. Mango’s Beach Bar
9. Bar Barretto
10. Blue Butterfly
11. Dynamite Dick’s
12. Mugshots
13. Alaska Club
14. Hot Zone
15. Queen Victoria
16. Whiskey Girl
17. Adam’s
18. BarCelona
19. Voodoo
20. Rock Lobster
21. Outback
22. Rosie’s
23. Annex
24. Bottoms Up
25. Palm Tree
26. Thumbstar
27. MacArthur’s
28. Redz Pub
29. Chill

1. It Doesn’t Matter
2. Cheap Charlies
3. Mango’s Beach Bar
4. Alley Cats
5. Wet Spot
6. BarCelona
7. Adam’s
8. Blue Butterfly
9. Out Back Billabong
10. Dynamite Dick’s
11. Palm Tree
12. Hideaway
13. Hot Zone
14. Alaska Club
15. The Green Room
16. Thumbstar
17. Bottoms Up
18. Rosies
19. Rock Lobster
20. Queen Victoria
21. Voodoo
22. Annex
23. MacArthur’s
24. Redz Pub
25. Whiskey Girl
26. Finger Monkey