Finally, a hike with no rain! The Wednesday Walkers made the most of it with an enjoyable stroll out to bridge #4 and back. I’ve got a slew of pictures to share from our journey later in this post.
My evening hours were pretty much run-of-the-mill, not that that is a bad thing. I ordered pizza for delivery from Shamboli’s, conveniently located right around the corner from Hideaway Bar. In yet another example of small-town living, the counter girl said, “ah, the girls are hungry again?” Why yes, yes they are!
The pizza was almost gone before I got around to snapping a photo.I made sure I got one of Joy in action, though.The cupcakes were very popular too.
Speaking of Joy, she was featured in my Facebook memories from one year ago:
Ha! She was eating then too!
After the customary drinking, I said my goodnights and headed up the road to Voodoo. This is not a bar I usually frequent; in fact, I hadn’t been here since it last hosted an SOB. But I had a “buy one, get one” coupon to take advantage of before its expiration.
Josie immediately joined me at my table. I guess because I drank with her during the previous visits to Voodoo, she thinks I belong to her. Plus, I was the only customer when I arrived, which always makes for enhanced popularity.
Obviously, Josie is a bit long in the tooth for a bargirl/dancer. I had it in my head that she was forty or so years old, but during our chat, she revealed that her oldest child was thirty! I facetiously asked if she was ten when she gave birth, but it turns out she was twenty. She’s still pretty hot for an old woman.
Like most other bars in town, wages are low at Voodoo. The dancers make 300 pesos per day, but that is reduced to 150 if the lady drink quota is not achieved. That explains why all the girls on stage looked so damn thirsty! Even at my most generous, I’m not going to “ring the bell” and buy all the girls a drink. But I felt sufficiently sorry for them to pick one to come down and join us.
I don’t recall her name, but I judged her to be the least attractive on stage and thus the least likely to earn a lady drink commission. Good deed achieved!
Finished the night with one for the road at The Green Room, then triked on home.
Now a friend of mine back in the states has been complaining about Facebook ads showing up on his timeline that depict a penis (I guess for erectile dysfunction drugs or something of the sort). He has no idea how or why the algorithm for this ad targeted him. Trying to make him feel better, I shared this ad from my timeline:
I don’t suffer from hemorrhoids, nor do I care to see what people who do look like “down there.”
And then, in an ironic twist, fellow hiker Scott, who takes many of the photos you see posted here, told me he got put in Facebook jail for posting this photo from yesterday’s hike on Facebook:
These kids were cookie recipients. And yes, the little boy is pantsless. That’s not unusual around here, I guess, because diapers aren’t cheap. Anyway, I guess the perverts at Facebook project their perversions on everyone else.
Alright, let’s do the rest of the hike photos now:
We had six in attendance this week. The path we walked was mostly flat.Gathering up at the 7/11 on Baloy Road.Heading outOn the streets of Alta Vista.Leaving the neighborhood.Charles is enjoying his first Wednesday walk since returning to the Philippines.It’s the peak season for the thatch grass, as demonstrated by all those blossoms on top.We won’t be cowed by tall grass, however.The obligatory shot of Easter mountain.It was a struggle at times, but we mostly managed to keep our feet dry.This cutie was feeling camera shy.A fully dressed cookie recipient.Waiting on us slowpokes in Marian Hills.Where bananas come fromA quiet street scene.Living la vida loca in barangay San Isidro.Well, about as crazy as it gets there anyway.Yesterday’s rain.At the grand canyon of Naugsol.Where rice comes from.Valley walkersCrossing a makeshift bridge.You guys coming?Some locals.Some loco yokelsCrossing bridge #4A well-equipped sari-sari store.A well-decorated trike.The long trek back on Sawmill road.You’re welcome!Back to the National Highway.There’s something fishy going on here.A river runs through it.After hike nourishment at Harley’s.The view from our table.The view of our table.The view of my lunch. I went with the grilled ham and cheese. It was quite tasty.I hope you enjoyed this post, algae and all.
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Nice weather, nice walk. Haven’t seen any pics of Martin in a while. How’s he doing?
Those were some award-winning hemorrhoids. I can never un-see that image. Thank you so much.
I should take one of your pictures of Joy and splice it with the ad via Photoshop to make a picture of Joy eating hemorrhoids. Got anyone in your kennel nicknamed Roideater? Roidmuncher? Roidiphage?
You’re indeed generous.
Is it me or are moles more prevalent amongst Filipinos 🤔 Especially the womenfolk.
I swear if you walked down the market street any day you’d encounter a person with a prominent facial mole at some time. And they’re usually at such a size that you can’t think of anything else even during a conversation. Now I’m wondering if there are even more moles that are covered by clothes.
Maybe it’s the heat 🤔 or the sunshine, or rather the excess time spent in the sun 🌞
Speaking of which, have you also developed moles on your skin ? You do spend a considerable time outdoors , though always on the move.
My mole soliloquy is decidedly less disgusting than what you and Kevin , along with your Facebook friend,are discussing. I don’t have any pictures to support my mole arguments, but the one you have of the girl in Voodoo meets the requirements.
If she’s the least attractive woman there , is your old woman friend the best? I would like to see the lineup of this Voodoo place, since I remember that your infrequent visits are usually eventful.
Jimmy, yep, the mole thing seems to be a common appendage here in the Philippines. I don’t know if it is genetic and more prevalent here than in other countries where perhaps women are more inclined to have them removed. I’ve got some moles but not on my face, and I’ve had them for decades. No new ones have grown since moving here, so I don’t think it is related to the sunshine.
They have an average lineup at Voodoo, and no, the older gal is far from the best. I wanted to get a picture of the dancers, but they have a “no photography” sign posted, and I was told “not allowed” by my waitress.
Martin was back in the USA for a couple of months. He just returned and will be joining us on Friday’s hike.
Sorry about the ‘roids’ photo. I can be such a pain in the ass! You paid me back, though, imagining the photoshop of Joy dining on that asshole. Don’t do it!
Nope, no Hashers with hemmoroid related names that I know of. Yet. Thanks for the suggestions!
Nice weather, nice walk. Haven’t seen any pics of Martin in a while. How’s he doing?
Those were some award-winning hemorrhoids. I can never un-see that image. Thank you so much.
I should take one of your pictures of Joy and splice it with the ad via Photoshop to make a picture of Joy eating hemorrhoids. Got anyone in your kennel nicknamed Roideater? Roidmuncher? Roidiphage?
You’re indeed generous.
Is it me or are moles more prevalent amongst Filipinos 🤔 Especially the womenfolk.
I swear if you walked down the market street any day you’d encounter a person with a prominent facial mole at some time. And they’re usually at such a size that you can’t think of anything else even during a conversation. Now I’m wondering if there are even more moles that are covered by clothes.
Maybe it’s the heat 🤔 or the sunshine, or rather the excess time spent in the sun 🌞
Speaking of which, have you also developed moles on your skin ? You do spend a considerable time outdoors , though always on the move.
My mole soliloquy is decidedly less disgusting than what you and Kevin , along with your Facebook friend,are discussing. I don’t have any pictures to support my mole arguments, but the one you have of the girl in Voodoo meets the requirements.
If she’s the least attractive woman there , is your old woman friend the best? I would like to see the lineup of this Voodoo place, since I remember that your infrequent visits are usually eventful.
Jimmy, yep, the mole thing seems to be a common appendage here in the Philippines. I don’t know if it is genetic and more prevalent here than in other countries where perhaps women are more inclined to have them removed. I’ve got some moles but not on my face, and I’ve had them for decades. No new ones have grown since moving here, so I don’t think it is related to the sunshine.
They have an average lineup at Voodoo, and no, the older gal is far from the best. I wanted to get a picture of the dancers, but they have a “no photography” sign posted, and I was told “not allowed” by my waitress.
Martin was back in the USA for a couple of months. He just returned and will be joining us on Friday’s hike.
Sorry about the ‘roids’ photo. I can be such a pain in the ass! You paid me back, though, imagining the photoshop of Joy dining on that asshole. Don’t do it!
Nope, no Hashers with hemmoroid related names that I know of. Yet. Thanks for the suggestions!