I awoke to the sound of raindrops pounding on the roof. But shortly after sunrise, the clouds broke up and cleared the way for a sweet group hike. This week, we made our annual pilgrimage to Club Morocco for a walk on its mostly vacant streets. I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that the subdivision developer, Sta Lucia Homes, is the same company that created Alta Vista. I don’t know which came first or what the backstory might be, but Club Morocco is three times the size of Alta Vista but remains 75% empty. That said, the Clubhouse is infinitely nicer than ours, and some of the lots offer amazing views. It’s just eerie walking down street after street with no houses. Lots of photos from our trek to share, so let’s get started:

We decided to stop at the 13 Resort in Calapandayan for a proper lunch.

I had already decided to spend my Friday evening at home, and the huge thunderstorm that arrived later in the afternoon confirmed the wisdom of that choice. Of course, the rooftop is no place to be during a windblown rainstorm. And then the power went out for a couple of hours. Once the rain stopped, I headed up to the Rite Spot to escape the darkened house with no fans.

That’s my kind of day these days.

Looking back to other days in other years, Facebook sent me these reminders:

Today’s YouTube video is from Reekay and he shares his budget for living expenses. Mine is more than triple what he spends, although I’m paying and feeding a staff of helpers and a lover.

Humor me this:

Time to get ready for a Saturday evening with my girl. She got real excited about going to Treasure Island to see the live band. Her wish is my command.

Things didn’t start off so well yesterday. I had some breathing issues during the dog walk, which is always disconcerting. I fought off the urge to be lazy and headed out for my morning walk as scheduled, but I really wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t realize just how sour my mood was until a beggar approached me with his hand out. Usually, I just wave them off and continue on my way, but this time I exploded, shouting, “Get the fuck away from me!” and kept on walking. A couple of minutes later, I was shaking my head in disgust at my behavior and felt bad for being the ugly American directing his wrath at someone in need. I briefly considered turning around and extending an apology, but I was already a good way down the road. So, I continued on with my walk, but I had lost what little passion I had for the endeavor and quit before the 5K threshold.

So, that’s the bad. The good was my date night with Swan. We walked down to the highway around four in the afternoon and caught a Jeepney for the 3K ride to the Samba Resort in Lower Kalaklan.

I asked the waitress about the Kahuna Burger, the most expensive item on the menu. Also, I’d never seen a twelve-dollar hamburger before. She started reciting the list of ingredients, but when she got to “spam,” I stopped her. I might eat spam if I were starving, but I see no reason to pay a premium for the experience. So, I opted for the ten-dollar cheeseburger.

Our bill came to 1980 pesos, including my beers and Swan’s glass of wine. No complaints; we had excellent service in a nice beach bar environment. We’ll continue to be semi-regulars here (a couple times a month) until the owner gets around to opening the promised Barretto venue.

One of the downsides of Kon Tiki is getting home. It was just a little after six, and we knew the Jeepneys would be full of commuters coming home from jobs in Olongapo. I was hoping for a trike, but as we stepped out onto the highway, a rarely-seen empty taxi was passing by in our direction. He honked, I waved affirmation, he pulled over, and we climbed in for a very comfortable ride back to our little town. I also noticed a trike stand, so future visits should not have to rely on blind luck for the return trip.

Our date wasn’t quite over yet. We had the taxi drop us at Wet Spot, and we ordered a round of drinks. Aine and our regular waitress weren’t there, so there was no hit on the wallet for lady drinks. Owner Daddy Dave came by, and we had a nice chat. When he left for a dinner date, we also prepared to pay our tab. Then the waitress came by with a fresh bottle of beer and a glass of wine, compliments of Dave. Thanks for that! One of the benefits of The Maze group of bars is they are all connected. Green Room is next door and also owned by Dave, so we carried our drinks there to finish out our night. We wound up having an enjoyable time amongst familiar faces. And so ended our date.

I don’t watch television news, but I’d say most of it qualifies for the bad category.

Enough with politics for now. Let’s stroll down memory lane for a minute.

Today’s YouTube video is from The Filipina Pea. She talks about the favorite tactics of Filipina scammers. I’ve been scammed a few times over the years, including before I even moved here. I suppose it’s tuition in the school of experience. So, heed her words to the wise. I’ve got a good one now, thank goodness.

To the humor then:

Anyway, I was planning on spending my Friday night at the Rite Spot. Nature had other plans. It has been pouring down rain all afternoon, with some thunder and lightning thrown in as well. Power has been out for an hour now, so I’d best get this posted before the laptop battery quits. I plan to be back tomorrow, so come check it out!

In honor of Swan’s 40th birthday and Father’s Day, we gifted each other a “we” day. Basically, doing what we usually enjoy but devoting the time to being together.

At Saturday’s birthday party, Steve, the owner of Kokomo’s, mentioned a Father’s Day gathering at his resort. Surprisingly, I remembered that. So, we headed out to Baloy Beach for some of that afternoon’s “we” time. Except when we arrived, no one was there except the staff and some heavy-drinking Filipinos, one of whom was a bakla. No big deal, I figured we’d have a drink or two, then move on. Swan said she was enjoying the music and the bay view, so it was all good.

Steve and his wife, Liza, showed up within an hour of our arrival. Some pork was thrown on the grill, and they had nachos delivered from Treasure Island. The party was on!

Swan was hungry for a meal, so we said our goodbyes and thank you (Steve picked up the tab for all our drinks), then moved on to Treasure Island.

After our meal, we went back home and spent the night together. That’s the way “we” roll.

Here are some photos from our Sunday morning candy walk. We hit our regular stops and when the kids spotted us, they came running.

Here’s a memory from 1959:

Today’s YouTube video discusses some aspects of Filipino culture from an expat’s perspective. He narrates a video of a street walk (Cebu City, I think) that reminds me of why I head for the hills when I can.

Some more attempts at humor:

Alrighty, then. It’s Hash Monday, and I’ve got to prepare myself to be Leeched. I’ll be taking the shorter trail, but there is a climb in my near future. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow. If I’m still breathing.

To the best of my recollection, Swan’s birthday party was a success. Things got a little fuzzy at some point. I did wake up at home but have no recollection of getting there. That’s what happens to me when the party starts early in the afternoon. According to my Fitbit stats, I was asleep at 7:25. I’m such a lightweight these days! I did have the foresight to snap a few photos before the blackout, though.

Fortunately, I didn’t misbehave, according to Swan. Unless falling asleep at my table counts. Oh, well. Life goes on and today Swan and I are celebrating a “we” day. It’s her actual birthday (we had the party early because the Clubhouse wasn’t available today) and Father’s day for me. Which is kind of funny because both of my kids are older than Swan.

Today’s YouTube video is from the Filipina Pea as she discusses “age gap” issues. Sweet Filipinas have always assured me that “age is just a number,” and in my time here, the winter-spring couples seem like the norm. Swan is almost twenty-nine years younger than me, but we haven’t had any problems with that. I think for me, the biggest concern is knowing that I won’t be around when she is older, but I don’t dwell on that much. Life goes on until it doesn’t.

Time for some lame humor:

We did our candy walk this morning and we’ll find some adventure or other to share later this afternoon. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.

The Friday hikers tackled Kalaklan Ridge yesterday, and I tagged along. We took a Jeepney out to Olongapo City and commenced our climb via a path we hadn’t used for a couple of years. There is no easy up, and this one was steep in places but relatively short. Of course, it was short because we achieved the ridgeline at a low point. So, for the next 2K or so, we were walking on an incline. Honestly, that kicked my ass more than the actual climb-up.

I hope I have the ability to continue hikes like this one. It’s getting harder and harder, but I appreciate being out and about and enjoying those awesome views.

I spent my evening at The Rite Spot and watched the sun go down from there.

Sunday is Swan’s 40th birthday. The party is being held at the Alta Vista clubhouse this afternoon. Last night, a bunch of Swan’s female relatives came over to the house to help prepare the food for the gathering today. We all shared a dinner on the roof.

Anyway, the cooking is still going on, so there is more to come. I’m clueless as to how many will be attending today, but it looks like we have enough food for a small army. Then again, birthdays are a big family event in Filipino culture, and most families are the size of a small army. I’ll have a few friends show up, I hope, so I won’t be the only foreigner there. I’ll tell you all about how the party goes tomorrow. Now I need to go out and buy a cake!

Politics, anyone?

Today’s YouTube is about a discussion in the Philippines Senate about protecting Filipino territory. Can anyone else hear those war drums beating?

Let’s try to find a reason to smile:

Okay, gotta run.

I may be getting old, but I’m still in the game. I only managed a 5K solo walk, but at least I was able to get outside and hit the road for a bit. My fitful sleeping lately leaves me feeling less energetic than I want to be, but I’m not going to throw in the towel. I’ll do what I can do for as long as I can do it.

The best part of the day was a date with Swan. She likes the beach and water views, so we headed out to Papagayo for dinner. I don’t eat there often, but I’d seen they set up a dining area on the sand, so I wanted to give it a try.

So, it was a nice and unique experience to dine on the beach, but it probably doesn’t warrant a return visit. During dinner, Swan commented that she misses the floating bars. Me too. We still haven’t found a good replacement venue for the offseason. Well, maybe Kon Tiki, but that’s so far out of town that it is a pain to get to and from. We’ll see what’s next soon.

We walked back up the highway for an after-dinner drink at Sloppy Joe’s.

We finished our evening out with a visit to Wet Spot. Aine was back to work, so I let her and Swan cuddle up while I sat at the backslappers’ table with Daddy Dave and some other regulars.

A nice way to end the day in my increasingly mellow lifestyle.

Since it’s an election year, I feel a sense of duty to remind my fellow American voters what’s at stake. This meme resonated with me:

It’s always nice to look back to happier times:

Today’s YouTube video has Reekay holding court on the pros and cons of younger versus older Filipinas. I’ve been there and done that. I briefly dated an 18-year-old and Swan turns forty on Sunday. I had a relationship of sorts with Loraine before moving here and she was fifty and not a bargirl, but every bit as messed up as anyone else who wound up fucking me over. Anyway, that’s all in the past and I’ve found a good one now.

Today’s “humor” is a little different than usual. At least not so punny.

Yeah, not so good. I’ll try harder next time.

Yesterday was a bit of a throwback to the good old days, such as they were. The Wednesday Walkers trek featured two climbs, including a journey up Black Rock. The last few times we’ve done that route, I’ve avoided Black Rock and taken the low road. It wasn’t easy, but I got it done this time.

When I got home, lunch was waiting.

Wednesday evening is becoming “me” day. Swan and I both do our own thing and then reconvene at home. My thing was a bit of a bar crawl through the Maze. I started at BarCelona, a bar I infrequently visit. It is one of the nicest places in town aesthetically, but it just has no vibe, or at least it doesn’t when I visit there. Still, it is on the third floor and has the open-air ambiance I enjoy.

After a couple of beers, I went back downstairs to Sloppy Joe’s. Jim stopped by and joined me for a couple more there. Then, I visited Alaska and enjoyed seeing the old crew again. Next up was the Green Room, and then I finished my night out at Wet Spot. It’s been a long time since I’ve done a bar crawl like that, and I was feeling no pain at the end of it.

One of my waitresses confided in me that things have been very slow in the bars recently, and because of that, some nights she comes home without having made any money. I asked what about your salary (my understanding is the girls get a small flat rate, like 250 pesos, plus tips and lady drink commissions)? She advised that if they don’t make their quota on lady drinks (something like fourteen a week), they lose the salary. So, no customers, no pay. That’s seems both unfair and borderline slavery-like to me. I confirmed the basic compensation package with a waitress in another bar. Damn. Let’s just say I was overly generous with the lady drinks last night to help fill the void. I don’t know the bar business and I understand the premise of drink quotas as a means of motivating the girls, but it still makes me sad somehow.

And then it was back home to end the night in my sweetheart’s arms. I’m still not sleeping well (my new elevated position isn’t very comfortable). At least I’m wheezing less and my blood oxygen is staying in the mid-90s range. Nothing to do but keep on trying.

Lots of Filipino flags were on display for Independence Day yesterday. I came across this explaining the symbolism of the flag’s content:

Today’s YouTube video is an interesting take from Filipina Pea on why Filipinas cheat. In most of my lifetime of failed relationships, I was the cheating culprit. The only time I know about a significant other cheating on me was with the love of my life, KaraLynne. As a young man in my mid-20s madly in love with a graduate student attending school in Idaho (we lived in Arizona), I was devasted to discover she was pregnant and getting an abortion. When I finally reached her by phone (this was before email and messenger apps) and told her I should have a say in what happens to our baby, she simply responded, “It’s not yours.” Ouch.

Let’s see what we’ve got in the humor department for today:

Not that that will stop me. More tomorrow.

Another taking care of business Tuesday. It was time to renew my tourist visa again, so we hit the road with my driver a little earlier than usual. We made an ATM stop at the Harbor Point Mall BPI (Bank of the Philippine Islands) branch, and for the second week in a row, the machine was “offline.” Luckily, I had the foresight to bring enough cash with me to purchase a 60-day visa extension (2800 pesos). I was the first customer of the day at immigration and completed the paperwork in record time. So, I’ll be sticking around until August at least.

Next, we drove to the other side of SBMA to visit the BPI ATMs located there. They have three machines, so I was confident I’d come away with my stash of cash. I inserted my card, punched in my info, and got the usual “your transaction is being processed” screen. And then nothing happened. I hit cancel, retrieved my card, and moved to the next machine—same result. So, I gave up, and we headed back to Royal to take care of the grocery shopping chore. I pay there by credit card, so my lack of funds was not an issue. No problems at Royal other than the usual “out of stock” frustrations (how the fuck do you not have cans of Coke Zero available?). We stopped at 7/11 on the way home, where I successfully withdrew enough funds to pay my expenses for a few more days. What a life, huh?

The day did get better. At beer o’clock, we strolled out to Baloy Beach. I was planning to pay a visit to McCoy’s beach bar, but as we approached, the karaoke was already blaring. No, thank you, we kept on walking.

We wound up making Kokomo’s our thirst-quenching venue. The old floating bar crew was there to serve us. Owner Steve and his wife were there to greet us and a couple of other customers came in during our visit.

Kokomo doesn’t do food, so when it was time to eat, we went next door to DaKudos/Foxhole for some grub. They finally have the “beach bar” open, such as it is. It is basically just a place to sit on uncomfortable stools. Poor Jessa, the bartender/waitress, has to cover the whole bar/dining room/beach bar single-handedly. She gave me a button to push to summon her when I needed service. Kokomo’s had four girls and one-quarter of the area to serve, so it was a much more attention-friendly environment. I’m not sure what the Foxhole owner is thinking, but absent some changes the so-called beach bar is a no-go for me.

Another weird thing happened during our Foxhole visit. In the picture above, you’ll see a small table on the beach at the lower left. That’s a bottle of Red Horse beer on the table. The Filipino couple sitting there got up and walked to the water’s edge to take some photos. While they were gone, a tall foreigner dude walked up, grabbed the beer, guzzled it, put it back on the table, and went inside DaKudos. Jessa said he just walked through. The girls next door at Kokomo’s saw what happened and told the couple. The couple threw away the beer, gathered their valuables, and returned to their room. Never saw anything quite like that before.

We left soon after for home.

Today is Independence Day in the Philippines. What is being celebrated is their declared independence from Spain in 1898. That wasn’t going well for them until Uncle Sam came in to kick some Spanish ass as part of our broader war effort. Of course, with Spain’s defeat, we took over the Philippines and had to subdue some resistance to a new overlord. We granted independence to the Philippines on July 4, 1946. For many years, that was the day Filipinos celebrated being finally free of the imperialist yoke. I’m not sure why the holiday was changed, but I guess it doesn’t matter. Freedom isn’t free, and now they have to defend it from Chinese incursions. I reckon we’ll be called in to help with that.

In somewhat related news, the Philippines is establishing an air defense base at the old U.S. Naval Air Station at Cubi Point, which was part of the former Navy base. This is in direct response to the recent Chinese aggression. I expect honest Filipinos will admit the rash decision in 1991 not to renew the agreement to have US bases in the Philippines wasn’t too smart. China never fucked around like they are doing now when we had a large military presence here. Oh, well. Of course, if and when war breaks out, Subic will now be a prime target, and I’m likely to become collateral damage. I need to update my list of ways I might die to include being bombed and attacked by crazy carabaos.

Speaking of photography, I came across this truism:

I’m not saying one thing leads to another, but I also came across this old meme today:

I keep hearing that it is Pride Month. I am not a big fan, but out of respect for those who care about Pride, I’ll pay my respects.

So, I had a lot of Facebook memories to reflect on today.

Today’s video is another from Reekay. In it, he distinguishes between good and bad Filipinas and the various stages of relationships with them. I could relate. And yes, I finally found a good one. The video is worth the watch just for the pretty women who serve as a backdrop to his narrative. And yes, I feel free to look, but I no longer touch.

This isn’t part of today’s humor, but it is a funny poem. When I shared it with Swan, she laughed.

For I shall always let thee do,
   In generous love, just what I please.
Peace comes, and discord flies away,
   Love’s bright day follows hatred’s night;
For I am ready to admit
   That you are wrong and I am right.

Now, for the funny stuff:

One more:

Okay, I’ve tortured you enough for one day. Come back tomorrow for another dose!

We dispensed all the candy on yesterday’s walk in less than 5K. There were lots of kids out and about looking forward to our arrival. Sometimes, I think about doing the candy walk in different areas for a change of scenery, but that would mean a lot of disappointed children in San Isidro. So, it is what it is, at least for now.

Later, I fed the five Hideaway girls. There were a couple of other customers this time, but Joy says it’s been quiet for quite some time. I asked her why that was, and she said it was because there were not many girls working now to attract customers. I asked why you don’t hire more girls. She responded that they can’t afford to until there are more customers. I believe there is a business term for that kind of doom loop, but I can’t think of it now.

After Hideaway, I crossed the highway for my rendezvous with Swan at John’s place.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. It was Aine’s birthday, but she was a no-show. Apparently, she was recovering from a generous customer the night before. And so ended another sweet Sunday.

I had a rough night last night, waking around midnight not feeling quite right. Slapped on the oximeter and my blood oxygen registered 85–that’s a record low for me. Puffed my inhaler and fired up the nebulizer, and got back into the low 90s. I used my oxygen tank and returned to the “normal” range before going back to bed. Rechecked the oximeter when I woke this morning, and I registered low normal at 95. I have no idea what’s going on this time, but I think it may be my lungs don’t function well when I’m in a prone position sleeping. Hopefully, this, too, shall pass–before I do!

I’ve got a Hash coming up this afternoon, so we’ll see how the lungs hold up in the hills.

With an election on the horizon, I’m expecting more of this nonsense from all the social media giants working hand-in-hand with the powers that be. Well, except this time Twitter (X) isn’t completely in the government’s pocket. We’ll see.

Thanks for the memories, though.

Two years ago, I had a surprise birthday party for Aine at Wet Spot. It was a nice time, but the surprise was on me. She told me she had met a guy and was moving to Singapore with him. I wished her well, but she was back a year later. And so goes the life of a bargirl.

Today’s YouTube is from Reekay, and he addresses the issue of noise pollution in the Philippines. In my view, he understates it somewhat. After litter, the lack of respect for peace and quiet is probably my biggest peeve. It manifests itself in many ways, music (and worse, videoke) being played at full volume. Motorbikes without mufflers. Barking dogs. And, of course, roosters crow at all hours, but especially in the early morning. I joke that living in Alta Vista subdivision is not at all like living in the Philippines, but I can still hear the Philippines from my house. There is a rooster farm just across the river from me, and I can hear them, but I’ve acclimated enough now that it is just background noise. I occasionally hear the locals in Santo Tomas doing karaoke (yes, that’s how loud they play it) as well. Anyway, it is what it is; you either adapt or live miserably. Take a deep breath. Relax. Accept the Filipino way and all that.

Humor me:

More to come tomorrow.

Yesterday wasn’t exactly more of the same; it was more of the same on a different timetable.

Only Ed and I showed up for the Friday group hike. We did a loop around the Naugsol valley and logged a little over 6K when we finished.

Things went a bit off-schedule because I had a Hash Mismanagement meeting to attend at 2 p.m. These meetings are held a couple of times a year to discuss and vote on issues impacting Hash operations. Yesterday’s agenda included voting on retaining two of our Hash venues and deciding on the location and logistics for the Hash anniversary run in October. The meeting was held at the VFW, and Dave, the Grandmaster, threw 500 pesos in the pot to treat the beer drinkers to some cold beverages. I don’t usually drink so early in the afternoon, but I made an exception yesterday.

We had some issues with being overcharged during our last visit to the One-Three Resort. The owner extended an olive branch and agreed to change the method for accounting for beer consumption, so we voted to give the venue another chance. McCoy’s unilaterally and without notice raised the price of beers during our previous visit, and we voted to end that relationship. The 41st Anniversary run of the SBH3 will be celebrated at the Subiza Beach Resort on Baloy. I was happy with that outcome as it is one of my favorite Hash venues. We also voted on the design of the Hash shirts for the anniversary. A productive and satisfactory meeting that lasted a little over an hour.

Swan messaged me that her friend Jo (the Grandmaster’s girlfriend) wanted her to come to It Doesn’t Matter. So, I agreed to join them there after the meeting. Dave (the Grandmaster), Jim, and Gunther also came to IDM when business was concluded at the VFW. So, us menfolk gathered at our table and the gals got together in their corner, and the drinking commenced. Or should I say resumed? Anyway, we had a good time doing the guy talk thing on a variety of subjects, and we went on and on into the night. I finally called it quits a little after 8 p.m., which, given my early start, made for an exceptional level of consumption. I won’t say I was fried, but I was pretty toasted.

I was pretty shocked when I was presented with a tab for 3100 pesos. I was my usual generous self when it came to lady drinks, buying two each for the two waitresses serving our table. Of course, I was buying Swan’s drinks, but she’s a comparable lightweight wine sipper. I also bought some finger foods to snack on. But doing the math in my sober head today, I’m thinking someone made a mistake. Well, I did by not being more vigilant, but things just don’t add up. Anyway, lesson learned. I hope.

I’m going to spend my Saturday evening in the relative safety and comfort of The Rite Spot. I deserve a break today.

Speaking of memories, here’s what I did seven years ago::

And five years ago, during my last trip to Korea, my nephew Justin held court with Kevin Kim. Justin is a smart young man, but he’s been totally indoctrinated in liberal dogma to the extent he can no longer articulate an original political thought.

Today’s YouTube is from one of my favorites, The Filipina Pea. She’s visiting Bohol, a place at the top of my bucket list to see. Hopefully, I’ll be taking Swan there later this month.

And now, your daily dose of humor:

Another day in the life without much to complain about. It’s hard to be a grumpy old man around here. The usual fun and games, with a little twist at the end. It went something like this:

I suggested spending the evening at The Rite Spot, but Swan said she had told the owner of the new disco in town that we would attend a special event there last night.

The problem is that the disco doesn’t open until 8 p.m., and the partying doesn’t begin until after nine—too late for this old timer. But Swan convinced me to make an appearance, and then we’d leave before it got late. I pushed back beer o’clock by an hour, then began the evening with dinner at Mangos.

We still had time to kill after dinner and I had a Whiskey Girl coupon to use, so we made that our next stop. Swan and a couple of the waitresses got into a deep conversation in Tagalog, but apparently it was about some of the antics that take place behind a red curtain in the bar. Still, it was nice to see Swan enjoying the company of the girls. And yes, some lady drinks were purchased.

Then we moved on to Snackbar to await the disco’s opening. After a couple more beers and a couple more lady drinks, it was finally time to move upstairs.

Anyway, we left before nine. We came to show support for the owners, and the owners didn’t seem to care that much. It’s no big deal; I’m sure it got busy later. Just not my scene.

So, I shared these political images on my Facebook page:

Facebook memories reminded me of the life I was living in 2013.

I’m featuring two (short) videos from vlogger Reekay today. They are different from what he usually posts because they are songs. I have no idea who wrote or performed them, but they have a message and are enjoyable.

And today’s attempt at being funny:

That’s all for today.

No, my pronouns won’t change, and I’m not sure what I’m transitioning to, but my epiphany last night was that I don’t enjoy the bars nearly as much as I used to. Maybe it is just a passing phase. Swan stayed home last night but encouraged me to go out and enjoy some “me” time. I started out at Green Room to use my “buy one, get one” coupon. One thing I noticed during my visit was I didn’t see even one “I would if I could” candidate amongst the multitude of women in the bar. That’s not like me, although I’d rarely partake, even when I was single. It got boring after an hour or so, so I crossed the highway to visit Cheap Charlies. My two regulars there have left for other, hopefully, greener pastures. I drank alone for the first beer, and then a gal I hadn’t seen for quite some time came and sat down beside me. I asked her where had she been, and she said she was home in the province for the past nine months. Being the math wizard that I am, I asked if she’d had a baby there, and she said yes. She told me the father was a Filipino who had flown before the child was born. The kid stayed in the province with her mother while she came back to work. I bought her a welcome-back lady drink and reflected on how the cycle of poverty continues to perpetuate.

The best part of my visit to Cheap Charlies was watching the sun setting behind the clouds.

Shortly after the sun was done, so was I. Heading home at seven is early, even for me. I guess I truly am not the man I used to be.

Ah, the memories. Eight years ago, I visited my barber in Seoul.

Four years ago, I found an exception to my usual disdain for face masks:

And, of course, eighty years ago, the brave soldiers landed on the beaches of France. My, how times have changed.

Today’s YouTube video reminded me of an incident I had almost forgotten about–the man who took revenge on the small town that had wronged him. With a bulldozer.

Anyone in the mood for some offensive humor? Here you go:

And we’ll leave it at that for today.

And not altogether wrong. Just one of those days that was a little bit off. Hey, you need the not-so-good to fully appreciate the good ones, right? And if yesterday is as bad as it gets, I am indeed a blessed man. Here’s the story of my Bluesday.

Headed out for the weekly grocery shopping excursion at Royal. My first stop is always the ATM at the nearby Harbor Point Mall, where I stock up on cash for the coming week. Except this time, the ATM was offline, requiring a detour to the ATMs on the other side of SBMA (I use the BPI bank machines because they allow 20,000 peso withdrawals). I extracted the needed cash, and we reversed course back to the Royal supermarket, where the shopping took place without further incident. No big deal, but still not quite right.

So, now that the floating bars are no more, Swan and I need a new Tuesday evening routine. If we can’t be on the water, we at least want to be able to view the bay from our seats. We weren’t that thrilled with the Kokomo’s experience last week, so I thought we’d try something new. On the far end of Barretto, there is a floating island resort. I’ve never been, but there is a sign out front saying the restaurant is open to non-guest customers. I was thinking it might be similar to the Kon Tiki experience, only closer. Only one way to find out, right?

We had the typical afternoon rain shower (I’m not complaining about the rainy season–yet), but the rain stopped just before we left home. We did carry umbrellas just to be safe. It’s a little over 2K from my house to the venue, and I was tempted to grab a trike using the weather as an excuse, but I persevered and got in the steps. We arrived and walked through the front gate. A guard stopped us and asked where we were going. Swan did the talking in Tagalog. So, despite the signage inviting guests, the restaurant wasn’t open. It seems that if the resort has no customers, they don’t open the restaurant at all. And on a rainy Tuesday, the floating island had no guests. Swan asked the guard if we could walk through to the beach, but he wouldn’t allow it. So, guess what? You can keep your fucked up resort, we won’t be back. It was a disappointment, though.

So, I didn’t really have a Plan B, but as we walked back to “downtown” Barretto, it occurred to me that I hadn’t dined at the Arizona Resort for quite some time. Back in my tourist days, I often stayed there, and early in my expat life, I dined there frequently. I’m not sure what happened, but after a change of owners and the COVID scamdemic, the place seemed to go downhill. Oh well, we wanted to eat on the beach, and Arizona fit that criteria, so in we went.

Our waitress dropped off the menus, Swan ordered red wine, and I asked for a San Mig Zero.

Swan ordered a steak sandwich, and I went with a chef salad.

After our meal, we continued up the highway and popped into It Doesn’t Matter. There was nothing to complain about here, but we moved on after one drink. We chose Wet Spot for our nightcap. It was early, and the place was not very busy. Swan’s friend Aine wasn’t at work, but I kept our regular waitress Irene from going thirsty. I used my “buy one, get one” SOB coupon and drank my money’s worth. The Sit-n-Bull waitress came by, so we ordered some pecan pie to bring home with us.

When we got home, Swan was feeling a bit tipsy, so we went to bed early. Later, after some exercise, I had a breathing attack. My oximeter said my blood oxygen was at 89, so I opened my air tank for the first time in quite a while and breathed its contents until I was back to a comfortable 96 oxygen level. A suitable ending to a day that was not quite right.

There’s an election coming up, and Facebook is back to playing it’s censorship game.

I reposted it in a group of non-political hiking pictures, but the Facebook censors found it again and sent a message threatening to restrict people’s access to my future posts. Heil Zuckerberg, mien Fuhrer!

Speaking of Facebook, here are some memories from this day in history:

What a world.

Oh, that Aeta video I posted yesterday wasn’t the one I intended. This one is much more interesting and now (I hope) the closed captioning is working so you can understand what is being said by the natives.

And now for some not quite right humor: