And everything in between.
I asked Swan where she wanted to hike, and she told me Baloy Beach. I didn’t have any better ideas, so I figured it was as good as anywhere to start. Of course, even though the official name is Baloy LONG Beach, it’s less than a kilometer in length. So, I thought it would be nice to do the beach walk, take a boat ride across the river, then continue our hike on the streets of Matain and Calapacuan. We did just that, but we encountered some surprises along the way.
We arrived back at the house just in time to accept a long-awaited delivery from Lazada.
When the time arrived to head into town, we started our fun at the Outback Resort.
When we were ready to eat, we walked up the beach to Mango’s.
I had a “buy one, get one” coupon due to expire, and since we were on this side of town, we stopped into the seldom-visited Queen Victoria bar. Back in the day, I was a semi-regular here. It was a dart league venue and a place to stop on the way home. They still have the dart boards up, but they aren’t playable (tables in the way now). The pool table is still there and was seeing some action last night. But the big change in the vibe was erecting a dance stage.
Queen Vic has a big room in the back where live music is performed. Probably the best place in town to see the bar bands. The music doesn’t start until nine p.m., and that’s my bedtime, so you won’t find me there.
I paid for two Zeros and drank four, so my mission was a success, and we headed home.
Thursday’s report card: 19,116 steps, 14.71 kilometers walked, 3,664 calories burned.
In my final post from March 2009, I answered the challenge to list ten things I liked about Korea. I still miss that life.
Today’s YouTube video features a vlogger I’ve watched before talking about his purchase of an abandoned house in a Filipino neighborhood. Sometimes on my walks, I fantasize about what it would be like to live amongst the locals, Filipino-style. Some mountain dwellers don’t have electricity or running water, which would not work for me. But this guy has a small place that, with some work, will be more than comfortable. He said the neighbors are friendly and he’s happy with his decision to make the move. Good for him, but I probably don’t have the balls to willingly give up my creature comforts.
Time for a moment of Zen:
The Early Bird May Get The Worm, But The Second Mouse Gets The
Cheese.
And some things you may or may not enjoy:
And that’s all I’ve got to say today about yesterday.
I’d never seen the tide this high before.
Action of the moon?
…if they ever did a sequel to “The Shining.”
It was called “Doctor Sleep,” both the 2020 movie and the novel.
March 2009, I answered the challenge to list ten things I liked about Korea. I still miss that life.
And you got a comment from leftie Roboseyo! Congrats.
Today’s YouTube video features a vlogger I’ve watched before talking about his purchase of an abandoned house in a Filipino neighborhood.
Where’s the video? Did I miss it somewhere?
Looks to have been a nice, if occasionally flooded, stroll. Congrats on the calorie burn.
John mate when we look at the universe mate, we get a real sense that stars are just something it does mate. It makes so many of them mate. And they tend to clump together into galaxies of various shapes and sizes mate. And having done that mate, the protostars grow planets around them mate. Strictly business as usual mate.
And since life got going here mate, on an ordinary lump of rock orbiting an ordinary star mate, it seems perfectly natural that the same processes would have started elsewhere mate.
That’s the important consideration mate. Life on Earth is ORDINARY mate cheers mate thanks for reading mate.
It’s nice to see you kissing and cuddling like anything but an asshole, John. As for me, my asshole is a spiteful, drunken, asshole. When I’m sober I get a clear sense of timing for needing a shit, like I can feel the progression – “I could probably do one now if I forced it”, “I don’t need to go right now, but I could if I wanted”, “ok, we’re now in the need territory but I can comfortably hold it for like a couple of hours or so”, and finally “go poop, we need to poop.”
But when I’m in the drink I get none of that. No sense of progression on the urgency. Just a sudden pressure in my ass and “shitting in 10, 9, 8, 7….” and I’m dashing for the throne to spread the cheeks.
First time in my beer-areer disaster struck, I was about a quarter of the way to the local Walmart on a last-minute booze run for a drunkenly mate and I. Out of the blue I get the aforementioned ass pressure and inexorable countdown. There was absolutely nowhere I could let rip – there were apartment complexes all around, it was a busy road, and there were some people still walking the streets. While I agonized over what to do, my ass, like time, waits for no man and as I stood there paralyzed by indecision the brown eye opened up and filled the seat of my jeans with warm, fluffy, peanut butter-like shite. I calculated I didn’t have the time to make it back to my mate’s for a shower and change of clothes (I was walking) before cutoff time, so just penguin-walked it the rest of the way to Walmart, some 40 minutes away, with gradually cooling shit caressing my cheeks with every step.
When I got there I beelined straight for the toilets, wiped down as best as I could and – peak drunken logic for me – not wanting to stink out the bathroom by throwing my shit-filled boxers into the trash I tried to flush them down the toilet and ended up blocking it. Water went right up to the rim of the bowl, after multiple flushes, and I could see my soiled boxers sucked part way down the pipes, gently undulating like a sea anemone in hell.
It’s been 7 years, but I still sometimes think about that and feel sorry for the poor Walmart employee who would have had to fish my boxers out of the toilet and clean up the mess I left.
Still, mission accomplished. Got the handle for my mate and I and had a relatively more relaxed walk back home. Threw my jeans straight in the trash bin outside and jumped right into the shower for a thorough scrub down. Bonus: my mate passed out after only like 2 drinks so I didn’t have to worry about rationing the vodka between two boozcunts because I knew he’d be getting some more the next day anyway.
These are my twilight years. Won’t someone fix the light?
Cheers!
Just wondering what your ball cap says and what is the significance. 5-11??
Re: living among the locals. Made me think of that westerner that was living in a $50(?)/month “house” out in the boonies and got kidnapped. IIRC, he was found and/or pronounced dead, correct?
Brian, I *think* the 5-11 refers to some local sporting goods line. But I tell the girls it is my penis size in inches.
Yes, he was living in a Muslim part of the country and pissed off the wrong people. Shot by his abductors, his body washed up on a beach a few days later.
Thompson, sorry to hear about your shitty experience. What a load of crap you had to deal with! It stinks that you had a problem with the toilet. I would have been feeling flushed after all that. Glad you made it home safe, you must have been pooped!
Booze does help keep things in perspective though, so your story had a happy ending. As for the light, my advice is don’t walk towards it!
Aaron, did you get my check, mate?
And yes, everyday is ordinary! And as long as the earth keeps spinning around, I’ll be glad to be here every day.
Kev, no idea what drove that tide to new heights…it’s not even a full moon.
Damn, I somehow missed your Dr. Sleep review and I don’t recall even hearing about the movie. I used to be a big Stephen King fan and remember being disappointed with Kubrick’s rendering of “The Shining.” Anyway, good review and now I know.
I was wondering about Roboseyo. The link to his then-blog no longer works.
Sorry about the video, it’s up now. See, I’m not just comma-tose, I miss the vids too. Damn, this brain of mine…