It was only Scott and me for yesterday’s hike, so we kept it flat and relatively easy. 7+K on a hot day was all the challenge we needed. Most of the walk was in the villages of the Matain and Calapacuan barangays. The people we encountered were poor but friendly, and it was nice to stroll amongst them. Scott took many of the pictures I’ll be sharing of the locals, and he’s good at capturing their smiles.
The route taken by both of the Wednesday WalkersIn news that is unlikely to be of any interest to my readers, we will soon have our very own Puregold grocery store here in Barretto. The Divimart sucked so bad I’d very rarely visit, so hopefully, this replacement will be of some use in between my weekly excursions to Royal.My fellow hiker bayside in MatainLocal ladiesLocal guysLocal kids lovin’ some cookies (or biscuits, as they call them)Boats on the beachAnd boats on the water“I’m takin’ what they’re givin’ ’cause I’m workin’ for a livin'” Actually, it looks like he’s cooking something he took from the bay.Not sure I’d want to eat anything that came out of that water, thoughLife is hard enough when you are poor, but to be wheelchair-bound must make everything infinitely harderPeace be unto you
One of the highlights of our trek was discovering the remains of an old resort on Paradise Beach. Scott was a Navy man stationed here in the 1970s, and he’d heard of it but never been. As we were walking down the street, we saw a narrow passageway and decided to see where it went. Turns out, it was the path to Paradise!
One of several abandoned buildingsAnd anotherA nice view of Snake Island from Paradise Whatever it was is gone nowWe climbed up this rockface to see what else we could seeA lovely bay viewThe waterslide at the Whiterock resort next doorAnother Whiterock viewThese lads showed us around Paradise. I gave them cookies, and Scott gave them some pesos.The main entrance to the Whiterock resort. It seems there is something called a “gender sensitive capacity development interventions” taking place. Whatever the hell that might be.The welcoming committee in CalapacuanWalking down the market street in CalapacuanWaterside living. Just don’t drink it!Laundry dayRoad workThis narrow passage ain’t just for pussies!Getting wired. I wonder if it is just a coincidence that my power has been out all morning? (this post is coming to you via my mobile hotspot)We did our after-hike lunch at the newest eatery in Barretto, the Sparrows Cafe.I had the garlic parmesan chicken wings, and they were just okay. They also don’t serve beer or alcohol, so it is unlikely to be a regular stop for me.
It was a good day to be gettin’ in the steps.
I came up with a new strategy for the Wednesday feeding at Hideaway. I give Joy the cash and let her buy what she wants for the crew. Last night she went to The Coffee Shop for some of their famous tacos.
Joy had already broken up the shell before I thought to take a photo. The tacos are huge and really can’t be picked up and eaten like you would a normal-sized offering.Eating a taco with a forkAnd a blueberry muffin for dessert
I did my nightcap at Wet Spot, then headed home early again. I guess watching TV before bed is my new routine. At least for now.
Something else new for me is my seeming unwillingness to pay for sex. It’s not that I can’t afford it; I just don’t want it. I had to turn down two offers yesterday and another one this morning. The hardest part is that these gals seem truly desperate for money and are willing to do what they must to earn it, but I’ve also gotten better at being less generous. I’ve got my regular projects, and they pretty much max out my charity budget. Ah, well, it is just part of the territory that comes with living here.
In the memory department, yesterday was the 7th anniversary of the passing of my dear friend, Bridget Werner.
You were truly one of a kind, and I miss having you in my life. RIP, my friend.
Damn, I hope the power comes back on soon. I need a shower.
4 thoughts on “Life’s a bay”
cookies (or biscuits, as they call them)
So they use the British designation.
“I’m takin’ what they’re givin’ ’cause I’m workin’ for a livin’”
I know that as a Huey Lewis song. This may be the first Huey Lewis reference I’ve seen on your blog. Or have there been others that I’ve forgotten?
Not sure I’d want to eat anything that came out of that water, though
Yeah, that’s pretty fuckin’ gross.
The main entrance to the Whiterock resort.
I noticed the sign says, “Welcome delegates.” There’s no vocative comma after “Welcome,” so the sign is commanding you to welcome the delegates. Ideally, the sign should say, “Welcome, delegates.” Remember the old meme:
Eat, Grandpa! Eat Grandpa!
Commas save lives.
I’m loving all the people shots. This makes the photo essay quite lively. Scott has a good eye.
Waterside living. Just don’t drink it!
Yikes. That’s when you need a Grayl filter or a LifeStraw.
We did our after-hike lunch at the newest eatery in Barretto
I’m only just now noticing that “Barretto” sounds like “burrito.” And just like that, I am now hungry.
Eating a taco with a fork
I’d normally use my fork to eat a taco, but hey, if she likes eating both forks and tacos, she should do whatever makes her happy.
I need a shower.
Ain’t nuthin’ wrong with a cold sponge bath in hot weather.
Nice pics, nice walk, nice people met along the way. A hot but awesome day.
As a matter of fact, I’m a big fan of Huey Lewis. I did a quick search of archives and see that I’ve only referenced a song by him one other time, and it was also Workin’ for a Livin’.
“gender sensitive capacity development interventions”. Not sure what that means McCrare but it does not sound good. In fact, it sounds like something out of the Biden Administration. The Administration of Freaks as I call them. Must be exporting his ideas to other Hemispheres to include the Philippine archipelago. My best advice to you is lock your doors and windows. Then you must take up arms. I don’t know if the Second Amendment covers expats in The PI but arm yourself with a butter knife and stand by the front door. Do not leave the house until you hear back from me.(Sorry Buddy and Lucky). It is too late for the country that I live in But maybe we can save the PI. Peace Out!
Soju, This being the Philippines I’m pretty confident nothing more is taking place at this conference than having an excuse to spend time at a beachfront resort. Hell, they can’t even pave the streets competently. Alas, foreigners have no gun rights at all here and even if I had a girlfriend I damn sure wouldn’t want her armed!
cookies (or biscuits, as they call them)
So they use the British designation.
“I’m takin’ what they’re givin’ ’cause I’m workin’ for a livin’”
I know that as a Huey Lewis song. This may be the first Huey Lewis reference I’ve seen on your blog. Or have there been others that I’ve forgotten?
Not sure I’d want to eat anything that came out of that water, though
Yeah, that’s pretty fuckin’ gross.
The main entrance to the Whiterock resort.
I noticed the sign says, “Welcome delegates.” There’s no vocative comma after “Welcome,” so the sign is commanding you to welcome the delegates. Ideally, the sign should say, “Welcome, delegates.” Remember the old meme:
Eat, Grandpa!
Eat Grandpa!
Commas save lives.
I’m loving all the people shots. This makes the photo essay quite lively. Scott has a good eye.
Waterside living. Just don’t drink it!
Yikes. That’s when you need a Grayl filter or a LifeStraw.
We did our after-hike lunch at the newest eatery in Barretto
I’m only just now noticing that “Barretto” sounds like “burrito.” And just like that, I am now hungry.
Eating a taco with a fork
I’d normally use my fork to eat a taco, but hey, if she likes eating both forks and tacos, she should do whatever makes her happy.
I need a shower.
Ain’t nuthin’ wrong with a cold sponge bath in hot weather.
Nice pics, nice walk, nice people met along the way. A hot but awesome day.
As a matter of fact, I’m a big fan of Huey Lewis. I did a quick search of archives and see that I’ve only referenced a song by him one other time, and it was also Workin’ for a Livin’.
“gender sensitive capacity development interventions”. Not sure what that means McCrare but it does not sound good. In fact, it sounds like something out of the Biden Administration. The Administration of Freaks as I call them. Must be exporting his ideas to other Hemispheres to include the Philippine archipelago. My best advice to you is lock your doors and windows. Then you must take up arms. I don’t know if the Second Amendment covers expats in The PI but arm yourself with a butter knife and stand by the front door. Do not leave the house until you hear back from me.(Sorry Buddy and Lucky). It is too late for the country that I live in But maybe we can save the PI. Peace Out!
Soju, This being the Philippines I’m pretty confident nothing more is taking place at this conference than having an excuse to spend time at a beachfront resort. Hell, they can’t even pave the streets competently. Alas, foreigners have no gun rights at all here and even if I had a girlfriend I damn sure wouldn’t want her armed!