This is my last best opportunity to post today, so let’s get to it. Luckily, there isn’t much to say. The early start is dictated by my participation with the Wednesday Walkers at 0830 this morning, to be followed this afternoon with the rare dart league appearance. Yeah, I got drafted to fill in again. Haven’t thrown since the last time I was asked, so I’ll likely live up to my nickname of “better than a forfeit.” We shall see.
Yesterday saw me complete my grocery shopping chore, supplementing my Royal experience with a trip to Pure Gold as well.
I also finally made a successful ATM cash withdrawal. Speaking of which, I visited the BPI bank branch where the ATM didn’t dispense any money, but my US bank account had the funds withdrawn. I assumed it would be an easy fix (just show me the money), but it doesn’t work that way. There was “complaint form” paperwork to complete and an investigation to be conducted, and if my complaint is validated, the money will be returned to my account “in two weeks.” Ironically, I had an uncle who was a bank robber. Never expected the bank to rob me, though.
My lazy afternoon included beginning Season 6 of “Shameless.” I’m sticking with it even though the show is seemingly all about sex, booze, and drugs. Hmm, I guess I just answered why. But seriously, despite its repetitive plot lines, the underlying stories keep it interesting.
And then me and my gal hoofed it out to Baloy Beach to spend some time on the Kokomo floating bar.
When we first arrived, there was only one table of tattooed drunks, but the music was blasting at insane levels, and I was thinking this was going to be a short visit. But they departed before I downed my first beer, then the volume went down, and the song selection improved. Go figure.
Swan drank red wine, I had San Mig Light (about three bottles per each glass of wine), and we soaked up the on-the-water ambiance as we passed the time.
We enjoyed dinner at D’Kudos, then caught a trike for home. Life is good!
Speaking of which, I visited the BPI bank branch where the ATM didn’t dispense any money, but my US bank account had the funds withdrawn. I assumed it would be an easy fix (just show me the money), but it doesn’t work that way. There was “complaint form” paperwork to complete and an investigation to be conducted, and if my complaint is validated, the money will be returned to my account “in two weeks.” Ironically, I had an uncle who was a bank robber. Never expected the bank to rob me, though.
Hence my earlier trepidation upon hearing the initial news. When a bank tells you you’ve withdrawn money, but you have no money in your hand, that’s always a bad thing—pretty close to a nightmare scenario for me.
That would be us.
Yay! No puffy/pursed lips! Just a sincere smile.
That’s Kalaklan Ridge in the background. Now that I can breathe again, I’ll need to climb that sucker one day soon.
Do you know whether that entire ridge is walkable? And how does one research that sort of question?
The drunks got this gal drunk before they departed, and she wound up dancing on the bar. I’m glad she didn’t fall off.
Not sure I’d want to rest my arms on a foot-trodden bar. Yeesh.
You can only piss in the CR on the floating bar. I shit you not.
So if it’s an emergency, and you’ve got to do Number 2, you… what? Hop over the side and do it directly in the ocean in honor of the sea gods? Come to think of it, if you were worried about pushing out “floaters,” you could probably swim directly under the bar, and no one would be the wiser.
Maybe I’ll have time to find a better joke for tomorrow…
A “Star Trek III” joke, no less… except Chekov is infamous for not being able to pronounce his “V”s. This never made sense, of course, since Russians have names like Viktor and Vladimir (and the name “Chekov” itself ends with a “V” sound); they can pronounce the “V” sound just fine. But actor Walter Koenig, who played Chekov, said he modeled his pronunciation after that of a Lithuanian relative. Curiouser and curiouser.
Kev, at one time there was a dirt road on top of the ridge that ran from Olongapo to a gold mine. The mine was abandoned in the 1990s, and much of the road has disappeared. I’ve walked the ridge as far as Tralala, which is probably 10K or so. Not sure what it is like after that. I did find this post from a guy I’ve met who is still doing amazing hikes in his 80s. It’s about his adventure trying to reach the old mine.
Well, the raft ride to shore is less than 5 minutes, so that’s the best option for taking a shit. I guess in an emergency, your idea is better than the alternative of shitting in your pants. Best to poop before you go!
I never paid attention to the Chekov accent. I guess faking it is what acting is all about.
So, I guess “research” just means going out and doing the hike to see what’s there. No contour maps or cell-phone apps. Intellesting.