By that, I mean I’m once again engaging in my old routines and filling in the hours, however comfortably and well. My brief escape to Cambodia was nice, but doing the things I’m accustomed to once more is also quite captivating. Alright, I reckon I’ve stretched that play on words as far as it will go, so let’s get down to the arresting developments. (sorry!)
An enjoyable hike with the Wednesday Walkers up to the Kalaklan ridge, back down through the hillside cemetery, and onto the beach. *Having taken a week off from my hiking routines, I found the trail to be more challenging than usual. There’s never an easy climb to the ridgeline, but at least this one wasn’t crazy steep. I’ve got some pictures of the trek for you later in this post.
Last night saw me getting back into my bar-hopping endeavors, including feeding the girls at Hideaway. Pizza, brownies, and pasalubong were the evening treats.
After taking care of business at Hideaway, I moseyed up the road and paid a visit to Cheap Charlies. Nothing had changed, and so it was business as usual–beers for me and lady drinks for my two favorites. Well, one thing was different–the married girl who is scamming the American with professions of love has now quit work and is living on the support money provided by her “rich poriner” boyfriend. Oh well, it’s long been said that a fool and his money are soon parted. And Filipinas are especially good at the extraction. Lord knows I’ve been the fool on more than one occasion. Truth be told, I gave this scammer some financial assistance during the scamdemic and had some feelings for her that I did not pursue because she was married. Adultery is actually a crime in this country which I hope her new boyfriend doesn’t learn the hard way. Anyway, it’s not my business. I’m just glad I don’t have to see her lying face when I visit the bar.
I finished my night out at Wet Spot, where I shared a table and drinks with the owner, Daddy Dave. He celebrated his 80th birthday this week, and there are some special events scheduled for this weekend. I especially enjoyed his stories about visiting Phnom Penh twenty years ago. A couple of the bars he mentioned were ones I visited last week, including Sharkey’s. Of course, things change, and none of the bars were quite as raunchy now as the way he described them back in the day. I’ll definitely invite him to join me for the next trip.
Alrighty then, are you ready for a photographic hiking adventure? Let’s go!
Life is good. Let’s see how long I can make it last.
*Corrected a dangling modifier; thanks for the head’s up, Kevin.
Having taken a week off from my hiking routines, the trail felt more challenging than usual.
Oh, a good opportunity to talk about dangling modifiers! Who took a week off from hiking routines? You did! But the subject of the main clause doesn’t show that. Instead, the subject of the main clause is “the trail,” so according to this sentence, it’s the trail that took a week off from hiking routines!
Possible fix (not the only possibility):
Having taken a week off from my hiking routines, I found the trail to be more challenging than usual.
A dangling modifier is a modifier with nothing to modify.
WRONG: As a child, French was difficult.
RIGHT: As a child, I had trouble learning French.
WRONG: Staring at the election results, it was incredible to see DeSantis’s landslide.
RIGHT: Staring at the election results, I was amazed to see DeSantis’s landslide.
Adultery is actually a crime in this country[,] which I hope her new boyfriend doesn’t learn the hard way.
Sorry to be a broken record, but that’s a good, practical reason for you to get a divorce. If authorities find out you’re still married while also still steppin’ out with the ladies, things might not go so well for you.
Rockin’ it!
I’m glad you guys can enjoy trails that lead you through all sorts of different terrain. With my post-stroke balance issues, I can never join you, alas.
Guilty as charged on the dangling modifier–I should have caught that mistake.
The authorities won’t act unless the victim (the wronged spouse) files a complaint. It’s often used as a blackmail scam–husband catches you banging his wife and says pay me or go to jail.
I was able to avoid those rocks, but it did require hopping off a two-foot-high drop. I sat on my ass, dangled my legs over, and scooted down. There’s usually a way to avoid the hazards or at least minimize them.
That’s a cute picture of Joy she does look a little hungry but still nice
QP, truth be told, she made that face because the pizza was too hot…I like my version of the story better, though…