Jeepney creepney

The Wednesday Walkers hike was supposed to begin with a Jeepney ride out to Philseco Road on the far side of Subic. Except we couldn’t get there from here. The first Jeep we hailed and boarded had not gone far before we discovered his last stop was in Magnan Vaca (Waltermart). Oops, our bad. We should have checked the sign on his windshield. So, we disembarked and hailed a Jeepney with Castillejos (the next town after our destination) in the windshield. He stopped at Waltermart and said he wasn’t going further (our group were the only passengers). We argued and offered to pay an extra 100 pesos to take us the two kilometers to Philseco Road, but the driver wouldn’t budge. Literally. I’ve never experienced a Jeepney not going the posted distance before. Anyway, we got out and walked the rest of the way to our intended starting point.

Scott and I are the Hares for the Hash on April 29th, so yesterday was a scouting mission to ensure there were no kinks in our intended trail. One potential problem is uncooperative Jeepney drivers. We may rent a Jeepney to transport the Hashers to the trail start instead of relying on the whims of random drivers. Otherwise, the trail we hiked should work for the Hash–7.5K (not counting the additional steps from Waltermart) and one relatively easy hill climb. The section where we walked through the busy Subic Market area may be altered so the Hashers can enjoy a more tranquil hike. We’ve got time to work that out.

The Walkers gathering at the meet-up
Walking to where the Jeepney SHOULD have taken us
Going off-road for a bit
Through the fields we go
The wide open spaces
We had hoped to hike alongside the under-construction bypass road, but we were turned away and told it was unsafe.
So we went this way instead
A pause for a cookie delivery
Leaving the pavement behind for a while.
Heading for the hills
A homemade landfill
Laundry day
Back in the flatlands
A handsome hiker
Pond view
Jim is usually the leader of the pack but here is a rare glimpse of him bringing up the rear.
Sweets for the sweet
Leaving the barangay knows as Asinan Proper
You know you are in the Philippines when…
The Subic marketplace
A subdivision called Earth
Almost done
A grave situation
Arriving at the One Three Resort, the Hash On-Home venue for April 29
Cold drinks after a hot hike

The resort has updated its menu since my last visit. I was not planning to eat until I saw this:

It’s probably been ten years since I last enjoyed my favorite sandwich–the Monte Cristo. This one was good, but I only ate half since it is not carb-friendly. I brought the other half home for Swan.
The route of our journey

I had business in town yesterday–using my remaining SOB coupons before they expired. I started at The Green Room, where I had some money on my 1500 peso voucher to expend. I’m doing gin and soda (with a can of soda on the side), which is twice the price of a beer. My money was gone after two drinks. I also bought my “regulars,” each a lady drink, so I lost money on that deal. When Wet Spot opened next door, I headed over to use my last coupon:

I told owner Daddy Dave I was going to bankrupt him. Although I got my money’s worth, I didn’t go way overboard.

In addition to being more expensive, the gin and soda routine is harder to manage sobriety-wise. I was definitely a little tipsy by the end of the night. And once again, the damn coupon wound up costing me money. In perhaps an overly generous moment, I bought a large 800 peso pizza from Sit-n-Bull for the bargirls to share. Maybe I’d best stick with beer and just be fat and happy.

Anyhoo, got the party on the roof coming up later today. I’ve got chili cooking in the crockpot, and I baked up a slew of cornbread muffins and a batch of brownies. Swan and the team of helpers have been busy in the kitchen all morning as well. Should be some good eating and drinking going down up there soon. Looking forward to it.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: As an expat in a foreign country, what are your burial, cremation, or funeral plans? Will it be in your current or home country?

A: Well, one thing is for sure once I’m dead it isn’t going to matter to me. Still, I don’t want to leave the burden on my children. I had a friend here (the Philippines) die last year and his family went through a lot of hassle and expense to get his body back home for burial. My plan is to be cremated and have my ashes dumped in the bay or maybe in the mountains where I hike. It’s really not a big deal to me, keep it cheap and easy!

There are some things I need to do so the people I leave behind are overly burdened by my passing. I’ll get busy with that soon.

Humor me, please.

Ouch!
Probably shouldn’t have let him in YourTube

That’s all for now, folks.

2 thoughts on “Jeepney creepney

  1. He stopped at Waltermart and said he wasn’t going further (our group were the only passengers). We argued and offered to pay an extra 100 pesos to take us the two kilometers to Philseco Road, but the driver wouldn’t budge.

    What a dick. Can you report a guy who won’t finish his route?

    Laundry day

    I guess the clothes on the ground will have to be rewashed.

    The Subic marketplace

    Tacky American pennants or Tibetan prayer flags?

    It’s probably been ten years since I last enjoyed my favorite sandwich–the Monte Cristo. This one was good

    Looks good, but my own preference is for the sandwich to be batter-fried and sprinkled with confectioner’s sugar—nice and unhealthy. This one looks to have been rolled in bread crumbs and then fried. I’d eat that, but it’s not my #1 preference.

    Anyhoo, got the party on the roof coming up later today.

    Good luck with the party.

    There are some things I need to do so the people I leave behind are overly burdened by my passing.

    I think your negation ran away.

    May your chili be robust, and may your muffins be lickable.

  2. No, Jeepney drivers own their vehicles and work independently. They can do pretty much what they want. I think if we had a Filipino with us, we might have had a different outcome.

    Yeah, there must have been a breeze that took down some of the laundry before we got there. Felt bad for them–hand-washing clothes is a chore I don’t envy.

    You nailed it on the Monte Cristo! The first one I ever ate was in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and it had that confectioner’s sugar sweetness. I missed that taste in the one I had at the 13 Resort, but it was still nice to bite into the kaleidoscope of flavors.

    The pennants are not always there; I assume there is a local event taking place soon.

    Yeah, either I left out the negation, or I’m a selfish asshole. We’ll see what happens when I die. Well, I won’t see, but… I am going to make at least a “who to contact” list, and you’ll be on it.

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