Getting high at a topless place

It’s nice how the same old, same old can be made to feel new again with just a tweak or two. Yesterday was a good example of that. Yeah, I did the group hike with the Wednesday Walkers and later in the day had dinner and drinks in Barretto as usual, but it was different enough to seem fresh. So, I report, you decide:

We’ll start with the walk. Only four of us turned out for the trek, and as we discussed where we might go, I realized I wanted to go somewhere I hadn’t been for a while. The problem is that without our trail master Scott along, it’s hard to have confidence that we’ll be able to find our way in unfamiliar territory. Sometimes you just gotta roll the dice and hope for the best. On the other side of Subic town is a subdivision named St. Theodore. I only recall walking through there twice in all the time I’ve lived here, and it has been two or three years since the last time. I vaguely remembered that on the development’s backside was a trail going up and over the hills. Could I find it again, and if so, would I know where it would take us? Only one way to find out. We loaded into a passing Jeepney and took the long ride to the St. Theodore entrance.

My fellow travelers, (L-R) Ed, Swan, and Chris.
On the streets of St. Theodore.

We spotted a trail heading up to the hills, and it looked vaguely familiar. As we began the climb, we came to a junction and were unsure which path to take. We spotted an older local walking our way, and Swan used her Tagalog skills to ask him how we should proceed. The man responded that the path we were on did not continue beyond his shanty. What about the other one? He shook his head and claimed it was also a dead end. Hmm, I was sure we’d been up this way before, and I suspected he just didn’t want us passing through the land he was likely squatting on. So, we turned back to the junction and took the path that allegedly led to nowhere. Well, it did lead to another shack, and the woman living there told us to stay on the trail, and it would lead over the hill and down to the other side. We rewarded her kindness with a bag of cookies, and she seemed pleasantly surprised.

The friendly woman even had a guest house on her property.
Our view from the top of the hill. We recognized those buildings from previous walks, so knew we were on the right track.
And way off in the distance, we could see the top of Easter Mountain.
The down was steep and treacherous, but not as bad as the one I’d done Sunday in Angeles. I didn’t have slide down on my ass, at least.
I’m always amazed at finding these almost inaccessible shacks in the middle of nowhere. This one even had glass windows.
So, we made it back down to the pavement and confirmed that we were in the Mangahhan barangay.
That’s the first time I’d seen banners in support of former President Duterte, currently in custody of the UN’s ICC at The Hague.
No one ever gets arrested here for this crime.
We came to this fork in the road and took it. All the way to Naugsol.
Well, lookee there, we have covered some distance.
A tree along the road we walked.
Go see for yourself if you are so inclined.
The view from here.
Yet another Duterte fan.
This gave me a smile, the Filipino version of “Squid Game.”
That’s Bridge #4 up ahead. We took it, walked through the Naugsol Valley, and then back up into Alta Vista.

Did we walk 10K on yesterday’s hike?

Nein! 9.12 to be precise.

Anyway, it was a good hike; some new, some familiar, but done in a different manner and direction. And the fun had just begun! I enjoy my nights on the town, but sometimes crave new venues. That’s why I’ve designated Wednesday as my “seldom visited bars” night. There’s a place in Barretto I almost never go to, and it had been so long that I couldn’t remember why. So, I told Swan she was in for a surprise. She kept asking as we made our way into town, so I finally told her we were going to the only topless bar in Barretto.

Swan burst out laughing when we arrived here and headed up to the roof. (Sorry for the fake photo, I forgot to take one of the building yesterday, and I’m too lazy to search my archives.)
Riding the glass elevator to the top floor of Barretto’s tallest building.
Swan seated at our roofless (topless) table. She really loves the vibe and the views here.
Barretto Beach, Subic Bay, and the Kalaklan Ridge, all in one shot.
Looking in the other direction, that peninsula and the other side is Baloy Beach.
My little town. And there’s Easter Mountain on the right photo bombing me.
The infinity pool.
Dinner is served.
I went with the meat loaf, mainly because I’ve never seen it on a menu since I moved here. It was quite good, even though it is not one of my favorite dishes. Growing up poor, it was one of my mother’s inexpensive dinner staples (I liked it better than liver and onions, though.)
Beef Stroganoff for Swan. She said she enjoyed it.
Posing by the old ’53 Corvette on the way out.

We very much enjoyed our visit and meal at Central Park Reef and agreed that we will try to come here more often.

Next stop was our old favorite, the Green Room. I had a “buy one, take one” coupon to use.

There are worse ways to spend your time than sipping on a beer while watching the young ladies shoot pool.

We did our nightcap next door at Wet Spot, then headed home at the appointed hour (8 p.m.) And so ended yet another day in paradise, this one with a twist or two.

Wednesday’s report card: 21,582 steps, 16.6 kilometers walked, 3,982 calories burned.

Today’s LTG archive find was a post from March 2009 where I provided my insights regarding Korean women. At the time, I found them to be the most attractive women in Asia. Since then, my heart has warmed to the Filipina look and attitude. Your mileage may vary.

Today’s YouTube video is from that sweet Smart Girl Philippines, and she explains in her unique fashion why Filipinas reject feminism. Hard to argue with her logic. See for yourself:

Today’s Zen moment:

Depression Is Merely Anger Without Enthusiasm.

Humor me this:

You can almost feel the electricity in the room!
Yeah, I posted that shit on Facebook back in the day.
Oh well, money can’t buy love.

And we’ll leave it at that for today.

2 thoughts on “Getting high at a topless place

  1. We came to this fork in the road and took it. All the way to Naugsol.

    Evoking Yogi Berra?

    …Smart Girl Philippines, and she explains in her unique fashion why Filipinas reject feminism. Hard to argue with her logic.

    “With just a little bit of jealousy thrown in.” I love how she’s underselling Filipina insanity. Everything else she says is gloriously un-PC. Nice.

    Yeah, I posted that shit on Facebook back in the day.

    I can imagine the agitated, bovine reactions from all of the 300-pound, tattooed, nose-ringed, purple-haired Western women.

  2. My favorite Yogi line: Yabba Dabba Do!

    Yes, I enjoy the Smart Girl’s style. I think she demonstrates that Filipina insanity in a sweet way.

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