I’ve managed to squeeze out 15,000 steps, but I confined myself to the neighborhood. Talk about boring! Kind of like this post.
I played with my old dart league mates yesterday afternoon. The highlight (for me) was facing off against my nemesis, Steve the Englishman who doesn’t drink. We played singles Cricket, which was a first. In my opinion, Cricket requires more skill than the standard game of 501 that is usually played here. For one thing, only the specified numbers count (20-15 and the bullseye), so there is a minimum of “lucky” shots. There is also a strategy about what to throw when, and pointing. I actually wrote a pretty scholarly (for me) blog post on the subject.
Anyway, Steve is the superior player overall, but I started out on fire. And he really didn’t play a “smart” cricket game, chasing me on numbers I had closed instead of getting ahead on a number and throwing points. Even with all that in my favor it came down to who could hit the most bullseyes soonest. In the end I prevailed. Woot!
I put my new crockpot slow cooker to work again this morning:
What goes better on a rainy day than chili and cornbread?
They both turned out quite tasty if I do say so myself.
I was never a whiz at math, but I found this pretty damn funny:
Something doesn’t add up here…
I’ve been conscientiously working to avoid using repetitive titles on my blog posts. I know none of my readers remember such a mundane detail, but for some reason it matters to me. The “nada y nada” sounded familiar, so I did a quick search of the LTG archives and discovered I’ve used it twice previously.
In October 2014, I was alone in the states and missing my wife who kept promising to “join me soon”. Without her around to motivate me I was sinking into a pit of despair and loneliness, sometimes not leaving the house for days. Of course, I didn’t know at the time that she was never coming back to me.
In June 2009, I was living single in Seoul and was lamenting being between dart seasons. Big whoop. And oh yeah, the “pending change” I was alluding to in that post was nothing more than a redesign of the LTG masthead. Dealing with that kind of drama, I guess I didn’t know just how good I had it.
And here I am all these years later, still living a pretty solitary life. I’ve added walking to my darts and beer regimen, which of course is a good thing. I’m not complaining about my lot in this life. After all, I have a clean, well-lighted place to call home.
It is the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too.
Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.
Booked my flight and hotel for eight days in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. I prefer the former name, but now it’s, sigh, gone. Sorry. The airport code is still SGN, so there’s that.
Anyway, it’s my virgin trip there and I’m really looking forward to getting drunk in different bars seeing new places. Actually, I have a couple of old friends from Seoul living there now, so it will be good to catch up and throw some darts with them again. Maybe I’ll even have something interesting to blog about for a change. Hey, it could happen!
Speaking of new scenery, I’m doing some very preliminary scouting work for a new trail next time I’m the Hash Hare. I extended my morning walk out to Barangay Calapacuan to see what I could see. I saw but didn’t do a mountain out that way this time, but I did walk some of the neighborhood streets and alleys. I have a lot more exploring to do, but my preliminary thinking is I can put together a nice hike with a combination of mountains, rice paddies, and backstreets. The only downside thus far is knowing we’d have to take the Hashmobile out to the starting point. I hate riding in that fucker but there ain’t much new to Hash in Barretto. We’ll see.
Saw this at one of the ubiquitous neighborhood basketball courts. It made me smile for some reason.
I enjoyed breakfast at home this morning before heading out to walk.
That fueled me up for a longer than normal 2.5 hour march. Had to do the extra steps this morning because I got sucked into playing with my old dart league team this afternoon. I’m getting to be a creature of habit I guess because I don’t like giving up my daily routines. Ah well.
And finally, I came across this promotional video from Pan Am airlines touting the 1960’s Philippines. I would have liked to see that country because it is not much like that now.
Greetings from the Philippines. Yesterday I ventured out with the Sausage Walkers for the first time in quite awhile. I was ready to see something new on my hike and I wasn’t disappointed with our journey to Castillejos. I’ll let the photos do most of the talking.
The meetup was at our usual gathering place, Angel’s German Bakery. From there we took a 20 minute Jeepney ride to the drop-off point for our hike in Barangay Balaybay.Just a little rain when we first started out and then it was clear sailing, er, walking there on out.Up we go!Not a bad trail, but it did get slick in places. I had one crash where my feet slid off a muddy path and over the edge. Luckily, it was only a two-foot drop-off. That’s kind of my nightmare, taking an inadvertent dive over the cliff…Troy and his gal Ailyn enjoying their time in the wild.Scott leading the way…There was one small creek crossing to deal with….Not as easy as it looks because the ground was soaked and muddy all around the running water…Me? I just said fuck it and waded across…Let’s get out of here…This place was a pigsty…Complete with open air toilet…Jesus saves!On the trail…I enjoyed some new vistas….I guess to outsiders the scenery all looks the same…But it was different enough from Barretto to be interesting….This is where rice comes from…One of the best views of the day…Ain’t they sweet?As we walked back in to Castillejos, I spied this sign advertising training for Filipinos who desire to work in Korea…One of the Sausage Walker traditions is to enjoy a picnic lunch on the trail. We changed it up a bit yesterday by dropping into a local watering hole.Our gracious hosts at Roadhouse. The light-haired green-eyed girl showed me the photo on the wall of her American father and Filipina mother. Sweet!An 8K walk was just about right…
Yesterday was grocery shopping day. It nearly broke my heart to see a nice looking pork roast on display in the meat case and me with no proper way to prepare it. As I considered the weekly menu options I realized just how reliant I am on my crockpot. What to do, what to do?
Well, I had my driver drop me off at the SM mall in Olongapo to see what I could find. SM is the biggest department store chain in the Philippines, so if anyone was going to have what I needed I figured it would be them. Up on the third floor SM has an appliance store separate from the main store. I went in there first and they had blenders, rice cookers, and assorted other cooking apparatus. When I inquired about a crockpot I was met with a blank stare. I said, you know, a slow cooker. “Sorry sir, not in stock”. I guess I wasn’t surprised, I seem to recall having checked them out before. In fact, I had brought a crockpot with me from Korea because I had never seen one in the stores here.
I needed a new charging cable for my phone so I headed up the the Samsung store on the 4th floor of the mall. As I exited the escalator, I noticed the kitchenware section of the SM store. I was there anyway, so I figured why not have a look-see. Lots of pots and pans and the like but not what I needed. A clerk approached. “Crockpot?” I asked. Blank stare again. “Slow cooker?”. His eyes lit up and he led me to a shelf that had, wait for it, slow cookers! And in four fucking sizes! Now, not the Crock Pot brand I hoped for, but damn, it’ll do.
Success in a box! And only 1699 pesos ($34). Beats the hell out of the crockpot I found online for 6,000 pesos BEFORE the 5,000 peso shipping fee. Yeah, this one will do!I also picked up my charging cable…1100 pesos ($22). I really can’t understand why a wire can be so expensive.
Now, I’d sent my driver home with the groceries and helpers so I needed to find my own way back to Barretto. From the mall I usually just walk the 20 minutes to the Kakalyan gate of the old Navy base where I can catch the blue Jeepney to my Barrio. Lugging that slow cooker around didn’t make that an appealing option. So, I caught a yellow Jeepney in front of the mall and rode it to the bus station, and there I caught the blue Jeepney for home.
As you can see, it was a very comfortable ride. Not!
Last night I was in a celebratory mood. Beers at Cheap Charlies, a 500 peso voucher for Hot Zone, and a night cap at Alley Cats on the way home.
That’s a couple of the Alley Cat gals. Nancy on my right and Jerlyn on my lap. Nancy is 43 and Jerlyn is 21. I laughed and said this looks like a mom, dad, and daughter picture.
Actually, Jerlyn is a real sweetheart and sometimes I look at her ass in a non-fatherly fashion. But notwithstanding her cuteness I just ain’t gonna go that young. I know guys who do and I’m happy for them, even as I say to myself “you really look ridiculous with her”. Just not my thing. At least so far…
This morning I set to work at putting my new slow cooker to work.
Out of the box and onto the counter…And I won’t be needing my 220-110 transformer anymore…My old crockpot had a timer I could set for cooking length. Once the time was up, it automatically switched to warm mode. That was nice because I could leave it unattended, go out and get drunk socialize, then have a warm and ready to eat meal when I got back home. Ah well, this will do.Today I’m breaking her in with a nice pot roast. What can go wrong? Which is precisely why I enjoy this kind of cooking!
Time to go out and do a hike with the Wednesday Sausage Walkers. Stay tuned!
…for me anyway. No rain to mar our efforts at laying a trail for yesterday’s Hash, and no rain during the Hash either. The feedback from the Harriers who participated was very positive. The trail was in an area we hadn’t Hashed in awhile and folks appreciated the variety. We had a couple of hills to climb but nothing outrageous. And there was some variety as well, incorporating both countryside and street side.
Here’s how the trail looked from God’s perspective. I’m actually pretty proud of this one. Too me it was the right mix–challenging but not outrageous. 6.5K all in.
One guy rolled his ankle on that tire staircase, but I don’t think you can blame the trail for that, could have happened getting out of bed too. There were two points where some folks lost the trail and had to backtrack. In the first instance it seems the locals intentionally erased the trail markings. No idea why someone would be so petty as to do that, but what can you do? The second place was near the end and I’ll cop to inadequate marking. I just assumed people would discern the true trail getting back to our on-home at Treasure Island. Lesson learned!
Here I am giving last minute instructions to the pack before they hit they trail.And they are off! Or On-On as it were.My partner in crime and co-Hare, Pubic Head.Yours truly doing what Hare’s do…Working the trail…Seeing this dog on a hot tin roof got me thinking. Maybe I should write a play?Heading back down…Are you sure this is right? We are the Hares, of course it’s right. Who’s gonna say otherwise?No rain, but it was still wet in places…Encouragement from the natives? I think they were saying our trail is #1…Back on-home and as is the tradition, the Hares sit on the ice while the kennel gives feedback on the trail. Anyone who professes to have enjoyed the trail joins them there. We filled up that ice!
It was a good day and the best trail ever! So say I and so it must be!
Sometimes the morning coffee’s way too strong. And Sometimes what she says she says all wrong. Right or Wrong, she’s there beside me, Like only a friend would be! And that’s close enough to perfect for me.
Now, She’s been known to wear her pants too tight. And drinkin’ puts her out just like a light. Heaven knows she’s not an angel, But she’d really like to be. And that’s close enough to perfect for me.
For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to have a little adventure with my afternoon walk yesterday. Maybe it was just to punish myself for being lazy on Saturday. Whatever the cause, I took a climb up into unfamiliar territory. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve done lately, but I did it anyway.
As I started out from Alta Vista I encountered a local standing on the path holding a machete. “Where you go?” he asked. “Just gonna climb the mountain”, I told him, nodding towards the hillside in front of me. He gave me a funny look, shrugged, and I proceeded onward. I knew whereabouts I wanted to get to and figured I’d find a trail going in that direction. But the first path I took just petered out, and the next one I took seemed to go in the wrong direction. Not being able to discern other viable options, I continued onward. The trail meandered for a ways and then commenced to turn steeply upwards. It was a slick and muddy climb and I thought to myself “glad I’m not trying to come down this way”. Made it to the top and then the trail just seemed to disappear.
This is what I was faced with. Grass over eight feet tall. Tough to walk through, leaving some scratches on my arms and legs. But worse was not being able to clearly see where I was placing my feet. At one point I noticed that if I took a step to the left I’d be falling down a very steep hillside. That freaked me out so I retreated. I wasn’t willing to go back the way I came though as that seemed to involve a similarly perilous hike down. So, I reoriented my position on the mountain and cautiously made my way forward.
It seems people don’t hike up there this time of year for a reason. I resolved that once I found a trail, any trail, I would take it wherever it went. This overland shit was a sucker’s bet. And good fortune was with me because I did come across a pretty decent path about ten minutes later.
I was able to breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy views like this…And in the other direction, a nice overlook of my hometown, Barrio Barretto.
So, through blind (almost literally) luck, I had reached the mountain top I had been wanting to achieve. Now, where would this mystery path take me next?
I know that valley well. Wasn’t real sure how to get there from here though…I continued onward (like I had a choice) and eventually things started to look familiar. And lo and behold, I found myself at this four-way intersection on the infamous My Bitch trail. I could have turned left here and been back safe and sound in Alta Vista in twenty minutes time. Ah, but where’s the fun in that? So instead I turned to the right, thinking that would lead me down to Columban College in Barretto.Although I knew I was heading generally in the right direction, I didn’t recall walking through this area of shacks previously. I always feel a little uncomfortable invading the privacy of the mountain dwellers, but I had no alternative. Didn’t actually see any people, but judging by the laundry hung out to dry, they were indeed occupied.And just a tad further up the trail I came across the “fresh” water supply of the locals.I sure was glad my name isn’t “N. Santos”. Poor bastard isn’t allowed to trespass.And then at last I found myself on the familiar steps leading back down to civilization. Such as it is…The back side of Columban College. Which is actually a private (Catholic) high school.From the relative safety of the streets of Barretto, I gandered back up to where I had been.
I came. I saw. I conquered. I walked back home.
Today I was back out marking the trail for today’s Hash with my co-Hare, Pubic Head. Basically the same trail we laid four weeks ago that got rained out. It’s plenty cloudy out there right now but I’m hoping our luck holds out this time. You can look forward to a full report on that tomorrow.
You’ll never say hello to you Until you get it on the red line overload You’ll never know what you can do Until you get it up as high as you can go
Out along the edges Always where I burn to be The further on the edge The hotter the intensity
Highway to the danger zone Gonna take you Right into the danger zone
Dinner at Mango’s last night. Although I wasn’t craving it, I noticed meat pie (beef and chicken) on the menu. Said it was served with mashed potatoes and vegetables. The menu didn’t say if the “pie” had a potato crust (like the one I recently had at Arizona) or the dough crust that I prefer. And so I felt duty bound to continue my quest to find the most appetizing meat pie in Barrio Barretto. I ordered the chicken.
I was very happy to see the potatoes on the side where they belong! And I liked the look of that perfectly browned crust. Had I found pie Nirvana? Well, not so fast. The crust tasted too doughy somehow, and maybe too chewy. It seemed to overwhelm the flavor of the contents within. You know, it occurs to me that maybe I just don’t know how a properly prepared meat pie should taste. Perhaps last night’s dough was perfect and only my ignorance kept me from enjoying it properly.
Hmm, maybe I don’t know what I like, but I’ll like it when I taste it. Anyway, as things stand now, Mango’s pie is best so far, followed by Arizona and then Johan’s. Still a couple of more places to try I think. Or I could learn to make them at home like Kevin Kim has been doing. Ha, I do have a Marie Callender’s version in my freezer right now!
Made up a batch of blueberry muffins this morning. Wound up spilling some of the blueberrys on the floor. So I added in some walnuts instead. That worked quite well. Made for a crunchy muffin!
Thanks for all your help with these Betty! Couldn’t have done it without you…
Back on track so far today with the walking, just need to stay motivated for my afternoon hike.
Got into a spat with some keyboard warrior on one of the forums. So I just went into my ignore mode. This was my parting shot:
“I can’t hear you” I told him…
Long-haired preachers come out every night To tell you what’s wrong and what’s right But when asked how about something to eat They will answer in voices so sweet:
You will eat, bye and bye In that glorious land above the sky Work and pray, live on hay You’ll get pie in the sky when you die. That’s a lie
And the starvation army they play They sing and they clap and they pray ‘Till they get all your coin on the drum Then they’ll tell you when you’re on the bum:
You’re gonna eat, bye and bye, poor boy In that glorious land above the sky, way up high Work and pray, live on hay You’ll get pie in the sky when you die Dirty lie
Everyone has to walk their own path in life. Sometimes people join us for some of that journey. And when the time comes they go their own way. It took me a long time to figure out that there are worse things than being alone. It’s fine to share your time and passion with a fellow traveler; just never give another the power to keep you from reaching your own destination.
I left the above as a comment to a friend’s Facebook post. He lives in South Carolina and about all I know of him since I moved away is what I see from him on social media. He just lost the love of his life and I can tell he is struggling some. Not sure if my words of “wisdom” will help or hurt, but it was actually interesting (to me) to articulate my thinking on the subject of losing. Not particularly unique insights I suppose, but it is pretty much where I’m at these days regardless.
Actually, it occurs to me I’m just a coward who’s given up on finding “the one” and falling in love. But I probably know me better than anyone else does, and at this advanced stage of my life I’m just unwilling to suffer another heartbreak. Been there done that. The last time I counted it was twelve failures. Why keep searching for my future ex, right?
Three years ago I posted this picture on Facebook with the caption “the future is a mystery”:
That didn’t turn out the way I hoped!
Ah, but life does go on. I’d suffer another heartbreak just over a year later. And some other disappointments along the way. I just don’t seem to be a good judge of character. Or maybe it’s my own lack of character. Who knows? Who cares? I’m constantly reminded just how lucky I truly am. I can do this journey on my own.
Shit happens.
Speaking of journeys, I spent some quality time with My Bitch yesterday.
First time in quite awhile I did the long trail over the mountain right next door to my subdivision.
I managed to not lose the path this time, but it may have been blind luck. A goodly portion of the trail was overgrown with this shit:
I’m 6’1″ and that “grass” was over my head. Makes it tough to see where you are putting your feet. That can be a disaster as there is a pretty steep drop off in places. Still, it was good to be out there again.
While I was out hiking I got a text asking me to play darts with my old team that afternoon. Seems they were shorthanded. I reluctantly agreed to do so. So, the match started at 2:00 and I finished my hike just before noon. Which is why I didn’t have time to post to the blog yesterday. Sorry to disappoint you loyal reader(s). Or maybe I should be saying “you’re welcome!”
Anyway, I don’t do dart league anymore because I don’t like drinking early in the afternoon. And while I suppose I could play darts without imbibing my beloved beer, I’m not willing to do so. I played pretty well yesterday and contributed some wins to the trouncing of our opponents by a score of 10-3. It was 4:30 by the time we finished and I had plans for my Friday night–the Sons of Baccus (SOB) dance competition!
I got to Alaska Club early to make sure I had a good seat.
I won a bunch of raffle tickets for the drawing at the SOB Aftermath party being held up the street at Rum Jungle. Although I was already drunker than normal, I decided to attend. There I was joined at my table by a gal named Shurley (that’s how she spells it) who knew my name, although I honestly don’t recall having met her. I rarely visit Rum Jungle. Anyway, she was pleasant enough company. And despite having like twenty tickets for the raffle, only one of mine was drawn, and not for the chance to win the 20,000 peso grand prize. Oh well.
At this point I’d been drinking since 2, and it was now 10. That’s a full day of hard beer consumption work. And speaking of hard, Shurley had been rubbing me the right way for awhile and managed to get a rise out of me. She made it clear she wanted me to pay to take her home for some serious fun. And you know what they say about alcohol impairing your judgement! That’s right, I politely declined her offer, paid my tab, and gave her a generous tip instead. Shurley was a good sport about it, telling me she’s glad she has a dildo at home.
So I stumbled on back to the house, made and drank a blender full of strawberry-banana smoothies, went to bed, and despite being a “lark” I slept in until 6:30. And haven’t done shit all day. I’m disappointed in myself for not walking, but maybe I needed a break. The woman who’s kids I’m sponsoring came by to collect the monthly donation and gave me a nice thank you massage. No happy ending though, which is okay. I can’t and won’t ask her for anything, otherwise it turns my act of “charity” into something sordid. Which defeats the whole purpose of giving–which of course is to make me feel good about myself!
Yeah, maybe the problem is me.
Blues outside my door I don’t even know if it’s raining But I’ve been here before And I don’t wanna be here again
Every now and then voices on the wind call me back to the first time far away and clear you can hear the tear drops falling for the last in love.
If I let you down All I can say is “I’m sorry” Now it’s’ all over town So I don’t want to hear it from you
Please don’t look away it’s hard enough to say This could go on forever When the night is clear I can hear the teardrops Falling for the last in love.
It seems to me that you are ultimately only as good as your partner. I’m talking about darts here, not life. Although, come to think of it… Nope, not going to go there.
Anyway, tournament last night at Alley Cats. As is the norm, it was a luck-of-the draw (aka “blind draw”) format. This means each of the participants draws a number and the two folks who draw the same number are paired up as doubles partners for the night. Sometimes this results in a disparate impact when two strong players are drawn together or two weak players are forced to compete. Still, it’s really the only fair way to treat all the players as everyone has an equal chance to get a partner of their liking.
I make mention of this process because last night I drew my nemesis, Steve the Englishman who doesn’t drink, as my partner. Now, Steve is currently the best player in town. I’m probably in the top 5 when I bring some game with me. So there was a fair amount of whining as folks figured the best they could hope for was a second place finish. I do understand those feelings, but the only way to find out is to play the match. And that’s what we proceeded to do.
Oddly enough, being favored to win puts a whole other kind of pressure on you. Conversely, your opponents have nothing to lose and so play more relaxed. At least it felt that way to me last night. In our first match we lost the first leg, won the second handily, and had a nail biter in the the final leg before prevailing. Steve was throwing outstanding darts all night, I had my typical inconsistent game going on, but did hit some out shots and a few big scores.
As expected by everyone in the bar, we reached the finals undefeated in the winners bracket. We had another tough match that went all three legs before we took the victory and the 1000 peso first place money. It wasn’t easy at all though and really I have more fun when I don’t give a shit about winning or losing.
To the victors go the spoils.
Enough about darts. Let’s talk about walking! I did my morning 10,000 steps on pavement, taking my Abra street route. I’m always aware when I’m up in the mountains about the hazards that surround me and how easy it would be suffer serious injury with one misstep. On the street you need to of course be careful of vehicular traffic and the like, but their are other perils as well.
The streets stay wet all the time during rainy season. And in areas where there is not much traffic a green algae-like substance grows. And that shit is just about as slick as a sheet of ice. This morning while I’m walking I’m faced with either stepping out into the street, walking through a puddle, or getting up on what passes for a sidewalk. The space was actually angled 20 degrees or so as it was also a driveway entrance. Well, I knew right away I had made a mistake because it was covered in the green slime. I tried to retreat but too late–I was down on my ass. All I hurt was my pride, thankfully. Oh, an my watchband broke. I sat there stewing in my stupidity when a trike driver stopped to see if I was okay. I assured him I was, but he helped me stand up anyway. Nice guy!
I made it back home without further incident. After a brief rest and a change of shorts, I walked to Lourdes hospital for my scheduled eye doctor appointment. Afterwards I walked the length of Baloy Beach road and returned home with nearly 22,000 steps before noon!
I like my ophthalmologist, you might say we see eye-to-eye on things. *ahem*. The good news is my infections have cleared up so I don’t have to keep putting the antibiotic gunk in my eyes. He did say I’m showing early signs of cataracts. Not a problem now, but something to keep an eye on (there I go again!). The Doc suggested I wear my sunglasses when I’m outside as somehow bright sunlight can exacerbate cataract growth. I’ll come back in six months for another checkup.
What else? Well, apparently someone at Divimart read my post mocking their signage and abbreviations.
I noticed yesterday they had spelled out supermarket now. They could have used a space between “department” and “store”, but I deem this effort good enough!
I hope they carry slow cookers. My efforts to find a replacement have been unsuccessful thus far. For whatever reason they are just not a popular cooking method here. I even did the big online shopping service, Lazada (the PI Amazon). An lo and behold, they had one listed just like the one I have (well, I have half of one now, but you know what I mean). I experienced some sticker shock at 6250 pesos ($125), more than twice what I paid for mine. But what are you going to do? Started filling out the shipping information and it turns out I can have it flown in for $100 and get it the first week in September. Or I can ship it by sea for $40 dollars and receive it at the end of October. I opted for the “fuck it, I’ll keep looking” option.
In the meantime, I’ll just have to expand my repertoire of things I can cook in the oven. Today I tried my hand at chicken wings…
Meanwhile, the Philippines has passed a law that makes most of my drunk jokes illegal. Bastos means “rude” in Tagalog.
Then again, maybe the bars aren’t “safe spaces”. After all, prostitution is also technically illegal.
In other news, it turns out I’m an “extreme lark”. I wake up every morning between 5 and 6 a.m. I’m almost always in bed by 10 p.m. Pretty interesting article at the link, give it a read. I kind of like that according to neuroscience I’m a lark. All this time I figured I was just a tired old man!
And finally, in the category of one less thing to worry about–remember those ISIS terrorists I mentioned a while back? Turns out it was the father of one of the female suspects who made the accusation. Not because she’s a terrorist, but because he didn’t like the boy she was dating. It’s a crazy world out there, that’s for sure.
I did such a damn fine job getting my steps in today I think I’ll reward myself with a nice massage. Then I’ll drink some beers. Life is good!
Changed things up a bit today and had breakfast at the Arizona resort here in Barretto.
The sun was kinda shining and it was a nice day to dine by the beach…
Now, I eat at Arizona a couple of times a month, so dining there this morning wasn’t so unusual. In fact, I was just there on August 2 and blogged about an unusually unsatisfactory breakfast of biscuits and gravy. What was different this time is that I didn’t order breakfast at all, despite it being just a little after 8:00 a.m.
Instead I ordered up the cottage pie. The waitress asked incredulously “for breakfast?” I said yep, if it’s available now. She shrugged and said okay.
It seems I’ve developed an interest in pasties and meat pies since I’ve been reading about Kevin Kim’s exploits in the kitchen. Commenter Thirsty also gave an Englishman’s perspective on this subject, including a mention of a cottage and shepherd pies. My quest is to sample all available options on offer here in Barretto, so a pie for breakfast it is!
Now, when the waitress delivered this to my table I admit I was a little surprised. I mean, I’ve heard of pot pies but never saw one served this way.This is what was inside. Again, not what I was expecting. So yeah, the menu does say served with mashed potatoes on top, but I was picturing a scoop on top of a meat pie. And here’s what was under that blanket of mashed taters. Plenty of minced beef and veggies as promised. BUT NO CRUST WHATSOEVER!
Granted, the was my first ever cottage pie; but was I wrong to think a pie by definition has a crust? I actually went back to look at the menu again (and take the photo above) just to be sure. Now, there is no mention of a crust per se, but “baked to a golden brown” is certainly misleading. What the fuck was baked to a golden brown, the potatoes?
Okay, Google is my friend. It seems the consensus is that a cottage pie can have a pastry crust or a mashed potato crust. Live and learn.
Anyway, it was quite tasty and I ate it all. It just wasn’t what I was expecting. And so the quest continues.
Coincidentally,, my friend John was up the beach having breakfast with his girlfriend at By the Sea resort. He sent me this photo of the beach there:
Stormy weather washes all that trash that people dump into the rivers that flow into the bay onto the beach. I’m too pissed about it to try an punctuate the preceding sentence. At least Arizona does a better job raking up the trash on their portion of the beach. Okay, everything looks better with Mango in the picture. John’s a lucky guy!
In other news, we had a few hours of sunshine yesterday afternoon. Once I’d finished my rant about Monday’s shitty urban Hash trail, I decided to take to the mountains and get some relief.
See, now that’s what a trail is supposed to look like!
I hadn’t been up on My Bitch for about a month I guess. Despite the rain, the paths were in surprisingly good shape. Muddy in places and a tad slippery here and there, but not bad overall.
Even had a waterfall to enjoy.
Now one thing I didn’t like was that with a reduced amount of traffic the path was overgrown with that tall grass-like plant, making it hard at times to follow the trail. In fact, I wound up missing my planned turn and found myself here:
Man, was I ever tired! It was pretty bizarre that I was on this particular path because it is part of the trail for next week’s Hash (in which I’m co-Hare). Now, I came at from a different direction but it was still surprising.
It turned out to be a nice little adventure and by golly, I’m going to go back up to the mountain right now! Thanks for reading!\
Morning, Arizona morning
Almost sets me free
Makes me glad to be alive
Wondering,
Why I started wandering
Should have stayed right here
Underneath the clear blue skies
In the morning, Arizona morning
A place where I can smile
And see a hundred miles away.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VO3uhjah6xU
When I lived in Arizona I used to see Rod Hart playing live in the local bars.
Well, yesterday’s Hash turned out to be almost as boring as the stuff I post here at LTG. I guess you could call it an urban trail seeing as how we never left the pavement. To be fair, it was an excellent rainy day hike. Except it didn’t rain. There was lots of grousing both during and after the Hash about the lack of any challenge–it was just 5.5 kilometers of level ground street walking. A couple of guys said “fuck this” halfway through and took a path up into the mountains. I was a little tempted but opted to stay the course out of respect for the Hare. Honestly, the worst part for me was that almost all of yesterday’s trail was exactly what I had walked that morning. And it was boring the first time!
On the bright side, Pubic Head and I will be the Hares next week. We will be reprising the trail that got washed away last month. And compared to what we did yesterday our walk will seem challenging and fun. At least I hope so!
SBH3 Run #1361. We started in Alta Vista (at the right) and walked across Barretto’s city streets, avoiding that perfectly nice mountain you see in the middle…Waiting outside Johansson’s to get the show on the road, as it were…And we are On-On! 37 Hashers at yesterday’s event.On the mean streets of my subdivision, Alta Vista.Of course, walking through my neighborhood is what I do every day with the dogs, so nothing to get excited about. I’d say half the time the Hash will pass through Alta Vista on the way to or from one of the mountain trails. So I was really surprised yesterday when we just did a big loop and came back into Barretto.The best view of the day…The rest of the walk was pretty much like this…Bush Diver (in yellow) and Vienna Sausage (in red) veered off shortly thereafter to find their own trail in the mountain.Passed by my favorite eatery, Sin-n-Bull. One nice thing about the day was we ordered our after-Hash meals from here for delivery to our On-Home at Hot Zone. The final kilometer was walking down the National Highway which is always a real treat. Not!But I made it back to Hot Zone safe and sound…Sit-n-Bull sends over a couple of waitresses with menus. They take our orders, call them in, and our food is delivered right to where we are seated. I had the Salisbury steak with cole slaw and baked beans. Quite tasty!For our dining entertainment we got to watch the ice being delivered.Slot Licker and H.I.V. celebrated birthdays and in the Hash tradition we made them a cake. On their head!The Hares, Goes with a Dickhead and Bum Burglar, take their seat on the ice while receiving feedback from the Kennel on their Shitty Trail.The obligatory photo of “gash” on ice…And we welcomed and deflowered a Hash virgin.
And that’s about it. Oh, and we drank us some beers too.
Next week’s Hash will be much better. I can personally guarantee it. Unless it rains.
Melody: The Mickey Mouse Club Lyrics: S-H-I, T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L Shitty trail (It sucked!) Shitty trail (Totally fucked!) I’d rather sit here And drink my beer Than run your shitty trail
Now that I have your attention. I’ll get to the good stuff soon, just be patient.
I do things systematically around here, ya know. Let me check my list. Yep, just finished my nap so it’s time for my daily blog post.
Anyway, my life pretty much is that simple and routine. It is what it is and I’m not complaining about it.
Mother nature gave me a fine morning for a walk, so I took advantage and got a long one in. Since I can’t complain about the rain I’ll just say “damn, it’s hot when the sun is out!”
There’s always something to see when you are out and about if you keep your eyes open.
Like these boys fishin’ old school style at the local shit water hole. I personally wouldn’t eat anything that comes out of that toilet, but that’s just me.And no, that shack isn’t on fire. The health department was actually out spraying for mosquitoes today. I’ve never seen that before here. Guess the dengue has spread to this area. Something else kinda interesting in this photo is that despite the poverty that living in this squatter ville implies, they’ve still got a satellite dish on the roof. Good for them!And in what is pretty big news for my little town, we are getting a Divimart! That’s a combo grocery/department store apparently. Very popular and the locals are glad to not have to go to Olongapo or Subic town to go shopping now. I especially like the abbreviation on the sign which perfectly captures Filipino illogic. I’ve never seen “market” shortened that way, but if space were an issue, why not abbreviate department? Who knows? Who cares! This is the Philippines damn it!Okay, I really don’t know what “Filipino style” tomato sauce is all about. I found this in my kitchen so apparently the domestic helper prefers this taste in whatever it is she cooks for herself.Speaking of food, I had dinner at Sit-n-Bull last night. I think it has become my favorite restaurant overall in town. The pulled pork sandwich came in two sizes and I opted for the large. It was awesome. I had to pay extra for the side of cole slaw, but it was well worth it. Yummy!
Okay, sometimes I get bored (shaddup!) so I’ll step out of my comfort zone. Like today I answered a question on Quora (yes, that’s still a thing) about the skin color of Filipinos. Why someone asked that, I have no clue. And no one else had submitted an answer so I stepped up to the plate. Bottom line, Filipinos run the gamut from fair/light complected to very dark. I even included some photos:
This is one of the indigenous Aeta people. Almost African in appearance.One the other end of the spectrum, a famous actress here named Sharon Cuneta. You can see the coveted Spanish blood in this one…As for me, I really do appreciate the natural brown beauties that are in abundance here.
I could do a whole post on the skin color thing here. Lots of advertisements for “whitening” cream and the like. Being fair skinned is what most Filipinas seem to covet, so they try and avoid being overly exposed to the sun. I find it all kinda sad, but I guess it’s a culture thing that I don’t fully understand.
Alright, and now the moment you’ve been waiting for. I didn’t attend the SOB dance competition this week, but my friend John always goes and takes photos and videos. According to him, this gal is one of the best at doing a twerk dance. At least that night. It’s only a minute long, so I’ll let you judge for yourselves. No nudity or anything like that, but probably NSFW either. And turn down the sound, the music is godawful.
Anyway, wind gusts and heavy rainfall appeared to have been a fatal combination for this lonely tree outside my kitchen window. This morning the caretaker who lives in the basement servant quarters of my house had his son out there hacking off branches with a machete. I figured they were just chopping up the remains to make for easier disposal, but nope:
Replanted and restored, more or less. No idea what the umbrella is all about though.
The rain has now settled into a pattern of sorts, coming in waves or cycles that I’m getting better at predicting. I was pleased to have accurately assessed a window of over an hour for yesterday afternoon’s walk. I repeated that success this morning. As I write this post I’m waiting for a good opportunity to hike some more. I predict I’ll be good to go in a couple of hours. We’ll see.
What else? Well, in more news from the backyard, my dog Lucky has now discovered he has the ability to jump the wall. Buddy has always been able to do so, hence the need to secure him with a 12 foot leash when he’s outside. I’ll be purchasing a similar setup for Lucky soon.
But in the meantime he’s spending his outside time in that enclosure. Not much higher than the wall, but so far at least it has successfully stymied Lucky’s efforts to escape.
And that’s really about it from here. Unless you want to look at this keen map of the Philippines:
I live in the Central Luzon area, Zambales Province. There in the upper left quadrant.
Okay, and this made me laugh:
When a penny for your thoughts is too much, it’s good to have zero sense.
This Epstein affair is pretty shocking too. With the previously exposed corruption of the FBI and it’s failed coup attempt, and now the DOJ apparently ensuring loose lips won’t be sinking any of the elite purveyors of underage girls, it’s almost as if the USA has become a banana republic.
Maybe all this wind we’ve been experiencing is just a bunch of big sighs of relief.
Eh. Makes me glad to be far, far away in my little slice of heaven.
I don’t have a (crock) pot to piss in. My domestic helper dropped and shattered the ceramic cooking innards of my beloved Crock Pot. I’ll look for a replacement next week when I’m on the old Navy base shopping. Until then, my kitchen repertoire will be limited to the stove top, oven, and grill. Or I’ll be eating out more.
Meanwhile, I’ve resolved to not be fooled again.
Yeah, I’ve seen THAT before. Get all excited, put on some clothes, leash up the dogs, and hit the street. Just in time for this!I guess I need to learn to be more like the Filipinos and just take rainy season in stride. This too shall pass and all that.
Here’s a story that ought to touch your heart. A five year old boy sees his Air Force pilot father off from the airport in Dallas back in 1967. The father was subsequently shot down and killed in Vietnam (well, Laos). 52 years later, the son is an airline pilot and he flies his father’s recently discovered remains back to the same airport in Dallas. Give it a read.
And how about some stuff I saw on Facebook this morning?
Actually, I understand that good grammar is a racist manifestation of White privilege.Funny how that works…Who knew?This doesn’t pass the smell test as far as I’m concerned.
The world has gone mad. Or so it seems.
We’ll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgement of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I’ll get on my knees and pray We don’t get fooled again
The change, it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold, that’s all And the world looks just the same And history ain’t changed ‘Cause the banners, they are flown in the last war
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I’ll get on my knees and pray We don’t get fooled again No, no!
I’ll move myself and my family aside If we happen to be left half alive I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky Oh I know that the hypnotized never lie Do ya?
There’s nothing in the streets Looks any different to me And the slogans are replaced, by the bye And a parting on the left Is now a parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I’ll get on my knees and pray We don’t get fooled again Don’t get fooled again No, no!
Meet the new boss Same as the old boss
UPDATE: Well, I see I also used the “what a crock” title last July. In that post I was again bitching about the weather but I was happy to be cooking up a big batch of chili in my recently repaired crock pot. What goes around comes around I guess.
…place finish in last night’s dart tournament. Lost out again to my nemesis Steve The Englishman Who Doesn’t Drink again. We do a “luck of the draw” format, so you never know who you will get for a partner. Steve drew Christy, probably the overall best female player in town. I got Billy who can give Christy a run for the money when she is on her game. So going in to the tourney I was thinking realistically the best we could hope for was second. Sure enough, Steve and Christy knocked us into the losers bracket and finished us off in the championship match. Still, we played them close and actually had the opportunity to beat them had we hit our out shots more consistently. Fun times!
Just to be clear, I rag on Steve not drinking (here, not to him personally) but I honestly don’t care. I don’t know his circumstances at all and it is none of my business regardless. It’s just unusual is all. Darts is primarily a pub game and most players imbibe, but obviously there is no requirement to drink. Do I think it gives him an “unfair” advantage playing sober? Nope, not really. I was sucking down San Mig Zero bottles all night and perhaps threw my best darts in the finals. I’m not sure why that is, certainly drinking does not improve hand/eye coordination. I suspect it is more about throwing relaxed and not overthinking the shots. Who knows? Who cares? It’s a game and I play for the fun of it. Winning is just icing on the cake.
Saw an eye doctor this morning at Lourdes hospital. Friendly and talkative guy, and gave me a good, non-rushed exam. As I suspected, I do have an infection in both eyes but the doc says it is not a severe case at this point. He gave me some antibiotic cream and some eye drops and told me to come back in a week. Hopefully this stuff does the trick. Oh, and total cost of the visit, including meds? 1260 pesos (less than $25).
The weather turned wild and windy last night and continues on today. Apparently this is the reason:
I’ll see your one typhoon and raise you one. Looks like a monster storm to me!
Anyway, the problem with the wind and the rain is that it renders an umbrella pretty much useless. Ah well. I did manage to get my morning steps in at least. This afternoon is looking kind of iffy. Nothing like the joy of rainy season in the tropics, eh?
Who’s peeking out from under a stairway Calling a name that’s lighter than air? Who’s bending down to give me a rainbow? Everyone knows it’s Windy
Who’s tripping down the streets of the city Smiling at everybody she sees? Who’s reaching out to capture a moment? Everyone knows it’s Windy
And Windy has stormy eyes That flash at the sound of lies And Windy has wings to fly Above the clouds (Above the clouds) Above the clouds (Above the clouds)
…makes you stronger. Or so they say. To which I’d respond “bullshit”. I mean, if you survive a skydiving accident but are paralyzed, you’re fucked, but not stronger. Now, if you say it only hurts until the pain goes away, that’s a sentiment I can get behind.
Anyway, I ain’t been killed (yet) and I’m sober and feeling no pain, so I reckon things are right with the world. At least for now. Actually, I do have red and itchy eyes, but I’ve got a doctor appointment for that tomorrow. But I think good luck is a big part of good health. After all, here in the Philippines we are just a mosquito bite away from the dreaded dengue fever. Which has reached epidemic proportions recently.
The Philippines has declared a “national dengue epidemic” after at least 622 people lost their lives from the mosquito-borne disease this year. At least 146,000 cases were recorded from January to 20 July – a 98% increase on the same period last year – the health department said.
I take the normal precautions like wearing repellent and turning on the bug zapper in my bedroom every night. Honestly, as much as I am outside I rarely get bit. And the mosquitoes buzzing around my head when I’m trying to sleep was much worse in Korea than it is here. Here’s to hoping my good luck continues!
Rumor has it that some ISIS-type suicide bombers have been tracked to the Olongapo-Subic area. But you know what, there ain’t much I can do with that type of information. I hope it’s not true and if it is, I hope they get caught before innocents get hurt, but otherwise I’m not going to change my lifestyle to avoid a potential terrorist. I’ll continue to go out and have a blast in the bars. Er, let me rephrase that…
I was a little surprised to see this report that the Philippines ranks pretty highly (well, middle of the pack anyway) in safety from crime. Higher than places like Korea and France even. Well, it’s a survey about how safe people feel, so it may be more accurate to say the perception of safety from crime. I take the normal precautions of course, but here in Barretto I do feel safe, even when I’m stumbling down walking the streets at night. On the other hand, I never had that sense of security in Manila or Angeles City. Well, shit happens. Even in places like El Paso and Dayton. I’m not going to lose sleep worrying about it, that’s for sure.
Speaking of being lucky, how about this dog that fell off a six story roof, crashed through the sunroof of a parked car, and survived with minor injuries. Amazing. And I though my dog was Lucky!
Well, he’s always gonna be my Lucky Boy! Here he is looking forward to his morning walk.The walk is also the highlight of Lucky’s stepbrother Buddy’s day too.Boys will be boys, and these two guys do like to roughhouse around with each other.
It was weird the other night though. Lucky went after Buddy and he was NOT playing around. I have no idea what set him off, it wasn’t over food or anything like that. I thought it was interesting to see Buddy back off the way he did. Maybe he was as surprised as I was. Buddy still has some size over Lucky, but not nearly as much as he used to. Will be interesting to see if Lucky takes over as the alpha male canine of the house. I do frequently remind them both however, that I am the real BIG DOG around here.
Raining off and on (of course) today, but I managed to get my steps in anyway. Baby back ribs in the slow cooker and darts on tap for tonight. And life goes on!
We were never meant to worry The way that people do And I don’t need to hurry As long as I’m with you We’ll take it nice and easy And use my simple plan You’ll be my lovin’ woman I’ll be your lovin’ man We’ll take the most from living Have pleasure while we can
The good news is that it did not rain during the 1360th running of the Subic Hash House Harriers. Now that we’ve got that out of the way…
The Hare was the notorious Leech My Nuggets, ably assisted by his partner in crime girlfriend, Leech My Pussy. In all fairness, Leech stated that the 6K trail was almost completely flat. Given his history of mountain goat trails I’m not sure anyone believed him. The girlfriend did let slip that there was “some” water on the trail, so I guess it can’t be said that we weren’t warned.
The trail did in fact turn out to be flat. Ironically, it was in an area I had scouted for potential use the last time I wore the mantle of Hare. At that time I rejected leading the kennel out there because I deemed it “too wet”. Of course, that was BEFORE the heavy rains we’ve experienced these past two weeks. I’ve got lots of pictures this week, I’ll let them tell the story.
The trail we hiked, pretty much in it’s entirety. I deviated slightly at the end, opting to forego a water crossing I deemed unsafe (deep and fast current). That’s me, clumsily extracting myself from the Hashmobile at the trail head.And we are off! Or technically, “on-on”.How now, brown carabao?Hey, this ain’t so bad…Yep, feet still dry! I’m liking this trail! So far.A river runs through it. You stay in your bed, I’ll stay in mine…Okay, a healthy looking rice paddy. Rice don’t grow on trees you know…Farmers hard at work tending the crop…While this lazy carabao looks on…Farm living!And those Hashers go marching along…Now walking along these narrow berms is a little trickier than it looks. Not always level, sometimes a hidden hole. And one false step……and you’re in the soup. Rice soup as it were.For some reason Leech thought it would be fun to see us tall guys bend over to our knees to make our way through this lean-to like shelter……which turned out to be nothing compared to what we had to do on the other side. That water was over my knees…Water, water everywhere!And just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does.A sticky, sucky, muddy walk that was!Those are my shoes after that particular crossing…But not to worry, there was plenty of opportunity to clean most of the mud off. Like here.And here.Well, once your shoes and socks are soaked, what difference does it make anymore?But at some point enough is enough. Here the Hashers are revolting and bypassing the water crossing I mentioned earlier. Instead we took a road with a perfectly fine bridge over those troubled waters before rejoining the Leech trail and making our way on-home to Johansson’s.The Hares spending some well earned time on the ice!
Honestly though, it wasn’t all that bad. I enjoyed being out on trail again after my two week hiatus.
And oh by the way, it’s raining again today.
When you’re down and out When you’re on the street When evening falls so hard I will comfort you I’ll take your part Oh when darkness comes And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down
Sail on, silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine Oh if you need a friend I’m sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind
To keep a real world perspective. While I’m bitching and moaning about the rain, today comes news of TWO ferries capsizing during Sunday’s storm.
31 dead bodies pulled from the sea.
I’m not sure what type of ferries were involved, but I suspect they were largish banka boats.
Probably like this. I rode one for the first time a few years back out to Puerto Galera island. Seas got a bit choppy and I remember thinking how much more would it take to dump us over?
Anyway, it’s all part of life in the Philippines I suppose. From the linked article above:
About 20 typhoons and storms batter the Philippines each year, making the archipelago that lies on the Pacific typhoon and earthquake belt one of the world’s most disaster-prone countries.
Meanwhile back in my disaster-free life, I got my shoes wet from unavoidable puddles during my rain free afternoon walk. So far today has been mostly sunny, but I’m watching the clouds form up out over the bay as I write this.
The view from here with two hours to go until the Hash. Will it be a dry one?
Woke up early as usual this morning. Looked out the window and was surprised to see this:
If you look closely you can spot the exceedingly rare occurrence of a patch of blue sky!
I have to admit I got pretty damned excited. Perhaps this first Sunday in August would actually feature some sun!
It was nice walking the dogs and enjoying the rain-free views once again.
Alas, before I had completed the normal 30 minute dog walk, I spotted this on the horizon:
The storm clouds reversed their retreat and came charging back in for yet another assault.
Oh well, it wasn’t exactly raining cats and dogs when I did my morning walk. But there was this:
Oinking in the rain!
Anyway, I’m not one to complain. Much. I did in fact get my morning steps in. It’s not hot outside. I’m confident I’ll be able to get in a nice hike this afternoon as well. So what if my shoes get wet.
Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing, It don’t worry ’bout where it’s going, no, no. Don’t fly, mister blue bird, I’m just walking down the road, Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know
You’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day. Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way, Turn your love my way, yeah.
