Some folks disparage routines as boring and indicative of a lack of motivation to try something new. I tend to enjoy mine, though, and us old retired guys appreciate being in the comfort zone. The Sunday routines I follow fill the hours in a manner that satisfices my needs. See for yourself:
Yep, we started things off with the Sunday candy walkThis cracked me up. I assume it is an intentional misspelling.There is a big drop off there, but I couldn’t capture the depth in a photo. I kept telling Swan, just get a little closer to the edge. She wasn’t having it.Trading sweets for smiles is what we doI won’t bore you with a ton of client pics, but it was a busy morningAnd when the candy ran out, we squeezed into a trike for the ride back home. Aren’t we cute in our matching shirts?A trikes-eye view of the ride
I did the blogging, napping, and showering routines, then headed into town for the Hideaway feeding.
One of the four girls I fed.
There had been a pool league match before I arrived, so at least there were a couple of customers this time. The owner of Hideaway is due back from the UK this week. Hopefully, he can turn things around. The future doesn’t look bright for the bar if he can’t. Good luck!
Next up was the best routine of the evening—dinner with Swan at John’s place. I arrived first and was disappointed to learn they were out of red wine. Wine doesn’t spoil, and for a restaurant not to always have a bottle on hand makes no sense. I gave Swan the option of dining elsewhere, but she took it in stride and ordered a San Miguel Apple beer.
The view from John’s placeAs we were waiting for our food, we had some entertainment. See that silver car parked across the highway? Well, it was blocking the garage, and the driver trying to depart was frantically looking for the parked car’s owner. She motioned to us, looking down from the third floor, to see if it was our car, and Swan shook her head and shrugged. About ten minutes later, the illegal parker came walking up with some food bags from a nearby restaurant. He didn’t seem to give a shit about the inconvenience he had caused.
Dinner is served:
We shared the beef bulgogi. It comes with rice, but they substituted fries since I don’t eat rice.And Korean-style chicken wingsSatisfied customers, even without the wine.
We did our nightcap at The Green Room, then headed home for the final routine of our Sunday.
And now it is Hash Monday. In a break with the normal routine, Swan has consented to join the Hashers for today’s hike. It is her friend Jo’s birthday Hash, and Jo asked her to attend. Swan asked if she should bring anything, and I told her no, we would make Jo a birthday cake during the circle. Swan said, how do you do that? I told her to wait and see. I’m looking forward to the look on her face when she sees what making Jo a birthday cake looks like. I’ll try and get a photo or two.
Something interesting is happening in the lot across from my house:
I took this photo of the pretty flowers my neighbor planted when I made my morning dog walkAnd here are those same flowers at beer o’clock yesterday. What are they hiding from?
I sometimes think about what life would have been like on the old Navy base. Today’s YouTube video from the days when China didn’t fuck with the Philippines is the closest I’ll get.
I’m not sure why, but the video is queued up at the 18-minute mark. Just rewind back to the start. Sorry!
Puns and more today!
Pump it up!This one is grate!Well, the purpose of advertisements is to make you cum and buy
Oh, they get worse:
That’s a hairy situation!I don’t have time for this…I’ll stop now.
Back to my regular routines after a hangover-induced day off, and it was good to be on the road again. For my morning walk, I decided to do the trek out to Waltermart. And since it was a special occasion, or felt like one anyway, I did the photo every 1000 steps thing. Here they are:
Leaving my place behind (the one in the middle)1000 steps–in the boonies2000 steps–life in San Isidro3000 steps–a foresty vibe4000 steps–on a country road5000 steps–in the heart of barangay Naugsol6000 steps–the far side of Easter Mountain7000 steps–a long stretch of slightly uphill road left me huffing and puffing8000 steps–life on the side of the Govic Highway9000 steps–strolling the riverside10,000 steps–a cute little coffee shop in barangay Magna VaccaAnd the end of the walk right at 7K. I got a Jeepney from here back to Barretto.I went thataway
A good hike overall, except for that heavy breathing portion. Oh, and one of the straps on my backpack broke near the end of the trek, so I carried it on one shoulder the rest of the way.
Not a bad day’s work. Pretty much back to normal now.
Saturday evening, I took Swan to Treasure Island Resort on Baloy so she could enjoy some live music and beach views. It was a good time.
A view from our tableAnd another viewUs at our tableThree members of Engine band (two singers and the bass player) using the poolside as a stageThe drummer and lead guitar player are on this platformLooking down Baloy BeachAnd looking up the beachA Swan on the beachAnd a Swan at the tableDinner on the table. The biggest and overall best enchiladas in town.And some chicken wings to snack onThe evening skyMountains and the bayAnd a nice sunset on the beach
It was another good time with my sweetie. Swan enjoys live music and Engine is one of the better bar bands around this area. For shits and giggles I made a playlist of the songs they performed during their first set yesterday:
Tequila Sunrise (Eagles)
A Horse With No Name (America)
I Don’t Want To Talk About It (Rod Stewart)
Cat’s In The Cradle (Harry Chapin)
Have You Ever Seen The Rain (CCR)
Bad Moon Rising (CCR)
Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Queen)
Under Pressure (Queen)
Paint It Black (Rolling Stones)
Honky Tonk Woman (Rolling Stones)
Brown Sugar (Rolling Stones)
Satisfaction (Rolling Stones)
Ain’t Talkin’ Bout Love (Van Halen)
You Really Got Me (Kinks)
Jump (Van Halen)
Here I Go Again (Whitesnake)
Beds Are Burning (Midnight Oil)
Free Bird (Lynard Skynard
They played Free Bird at Swan’s request (and 100 pesos in the tip jar). They play a nice mix of classic songs that an old fart like me can enjoy. It is also nice to be able to see live music performed early in the evening (they start around 4:30). Live music offerings in Barretto begin at 9 p.m. or later in most other venues.
We did have one little bothersome event occur. I had a discount coupon from the SOB for a 10% discount on food and beverages for up to four guests. When the waitress brought our tab, we were not given the total discount to which we were entitled. The bill said I had ten beers, and Swan had two wines. Swan didn’t think I had that many beers, but I didn’t keep count, so I can’t argue with that. What left me shaking my head was that we were only discounted the ten percent for two of the beers and the two wines. According to our waitress, the “four guests” limitation meant that only four drinks would be discounted. Well, that’s a bullshit interpretation, but I’m not going to get too upset over a couple of hundred pesos. I did reduce the amount I intended to tip.
We headed home at seven after another nice date night. And so ended another Saturday in my life. I could do with lots more like it!
You know, back in the day, I could party with the best of them, and classic music from that era went hand-in-hand with that. And yeah, I remember some of my favorites who partied too much and died too soon. I didn’t realize until I came across this today that 27 was an unlucky number.
I was lucky to be born on the 27th instead of dying on that number.
A political meme or three okay with you?
Yeah, you can take that for Grant-ed.Hard to argue when you put it like thatAm I the only one here old enough to remember The Addams Family on TV?
Hearing the intro song again after all these years gave me a nice laugh
Speaking of memories that made me laugh, I posted this on Facebook nine years ago:
Excuse me, Miss. I can see your, um, oh, never mind…
I can’t recall if I posted this YouTube video here previously, but for those of you curious about the Barretto bar scene, this is a pretty comprehensive exploration:
I pretty much limit myself to my three or four favorites these days
And now for your daily dose of humor:
As much as I love ice cream, I’d have to give this a pass.Ouch! I don’t even want to contemplate what that would feel like.It’s always a question of balance
Alright, it is Sunday and that means a feeding at Hideaway and a dinner date with Swan at John’s place are in my immediate future. I shall return tomorrow if I survive another night.
Yesterday was full of a lot of nothing. Sometimes you just need to take a break, I suppose. Especially after a night of celebrating the birth of a nation by downing numerous beers. These two shots pretty much sum up my Friday achievements:
The only walking I did was into town for the SOB dance competitionJudge not lest ye be judged. The other judges agreed with my assessment this time.
And that, dear readers, was the extent of my activity yesterday. And the weird thing is, I enjoyed being lazy so much that I’ve resolved to give up walking altogether and fill some of those hours by drinking earlier in the day. Relax, I’m kidding. I was back at it this morning with a 7K walk to Waltermart. I’ll share that adventure in tomorrow’s post.
I’m not sure what’s in store for tonight, although I’ll see if Swan wants to listen to the band at Treasure Island.
The polls indicate people are wising up. I don’t expect we will see creepy Joe on the ticket come November.
Fourteen years ago, I was enjoying my first and only trip to Bali.
I was dressing like a nativeAnd enjoying the culture. I do hope to return again one day.
When it comes to Filipino culture as expressed through street foods, I’m notoriously a non-partaker. For those who have an interest in such things, today’s YouTube video will whet your appetite.
I found these worthy of a smile:
But remember, what doesn’t go in you, goes on you.The truth will set you free!And don’t you dare dangle any modifiers!
Swan just confirmed we’ll be marching out to Treasure Island soon. Tell you about it tomorrow.
Yesterday’s rooftop gathering in honor of the declaration of our independence from King George III on July 4, 1776, was a huge success. It was by far the largest party I’ve ever hosted, with upwards of fifty participants over the course of the evening. There was lots of food and plenty of cold beverages, most of them containing alcohol. And naturally, this being the Philippines, karaoke amongst the female attendees broke out early in the event. I did sing “The Battle of New Orleans” to honor my British next-door neighbor. We didn’t have a parade, but that didn’t stop us from getting rained on. I’d been watching the weather forecast, which called for a 20% possibility of “light showers.” We could see the clouds building up throughout the evening hours and saw some rain on the horizon. Around 8 p.m., it was our turn. And it was a heavy, wind-blown downpour. We scurried around, turning off the electronics and ferrying some of the perishable foods downstairs. There wasn’t room under the roof for everyone, and even those fortunates couldn’t escape the wet wind. The women folk retreated downstairs, and some guests called it a night. Luckily, the rain didn’t last long, and the hardy attendees continued to party. I had my first beer at 3:30 and my final just before ten when the last of the guests departed. Here are some photos documenting the good times:
Welcome to the party!It’s all happening hereAll set up and ready to go. As the night went on, we used every available chair and brought up more from the basementFlags flapping in the breezeThe mostly empty food tableThe sky at the startMe with the first two guests to arriveThe loaded food table.
What’s on it? Well, here you go:
A birthday cakeGrilled baby back ribsHamburger pattiesFilipino-style ribsGrilled sausageChili con carneBaked beans. These were the best I’ve ever tasted.Potato saladFruit saladCornbread muffinsBrowniesColeslawLet’s eat!Welcome to the partyJust getting startedAnd in full swingThe parking lot out frontLooks like trouble on the horizonJust before the rainWaterlogged flagsAshley was a talented singerDance to the musicPosers
So, it appeared everyone had a good time and enjoyed the celebration. Thanks for coming!
Plenty of leftovers I’ve been enjoying today.
Like these burgers
It was a long day, prepping and partying. I’m feeling it today and haven’t done jack shit other than snacking, napping, and writing this post. I do plan to attend the SOB this evening, though.
The morning after
Facebook memories took me back six years when my runaway Buddy was rescued:
How or why he was lost in this pond is beyond me. I’m just glad a trike driver spotted Buddy and helped rescue him.
Four years ago, this scamdemic idiocy was in full swing:
This is Cheap Charlies. Those plastic curtains are definitely gonna stop a COVID spread. It was stupid then, and given what we’ve since learned, just plain evil.Yep, it is insane that Orwell fiction has become a “how to” manual. And that people are stupid enough to play along.
On YouTube today, Reekay compares grocery prices between the Philippines and the USA. Some things are cheaper, and some are a lot more expensive. Some imports are so expensive (like cheese) that I won’t buy them out of principle.
Are these funny?
Keep the changeIt’s not the meat, it’s the motionI’m not your goddamn ATM, and I’ve got the t-shirt to prove it!
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.–Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States.
As true now as it ever was. No more Kings attempting to imprison political opponents. Oh wait. There are signs that people are beginning to wake up to the threat of the bureaucratic state (aka BS). Hopefully, it’s not too late. Some of the recent Supreme Court decisions should limit the reach of the BS, but people need to stand up and fight for their freedom, just like our founders did.
We may need another revolution to depose the Deep State. Or maybe electing Trump will accomplish that.
Anyhoo, it’s been a busy morning preparing for this afternoon’s shindig at The Rite Spot. Chili is the crockpot, cornbread muffins, and brownies are baked. I’ll need to head upstairs soon to get the rooftop set up for an as yet undetermined number of guests. I’ll cover how everything goes down in tomorrow’s post.
Another rough night for me in the sleep department
I once again woke up with breathing issues. A scary 85 blood oxygen level reading on the oximeter. I used the nebulizer and my oxygen tank to bring it back to the normal range and went back to bed. A couple of hours later, I again awoke, not feeling quite right. I got an 89 reading this time, so I repeated the process. I had a hard time falling asleep again, but my Fitbit says that happened at 2 a.m., and I slept through until six. It looks like it is time to schedule a consultation with the doctor.
Last night, we did our “me time” thing. Swan went out with a couple of friends to Baloy Beach, and I visited BarCelona. I had a few beers there, and then I finished things off for the night at Wet Spot. I had a Sit-n-Bull discount coupon, so I came home with some food for my girl and the help.
A view from my perch at BarCelona
I did some people-watching as well.
I saw this gal in incredibly high heels come out of the Gentlemen’s Bar across the street from BarCelona. She was taking lots of pictures, so I assume she is new in town and just starting her life as a bargirl. From the looks of things, she’ll do fine.One of the familiar and pathetic local beggars. I had my waitress bring him 50 pesos.Another street dweller settling in for a napPretty woman walking down the street (channeling the Roy Orbison song)
Swan was pleased with her surprise lasagna from Sit-n-Bull, which included a pecan pie for dessert. I had a pulled pork sandwich and brought pizza for the rest to share. Swan asked if I had enjoyed my “me time,” and I told her yes. It makes me appreciate the time we spend together all the more. And that’s the truth.
We did share the morning candy walk and visited some different neighborhoods than our regular Sunday version.
Kids lovin’ the candy surpriseIt appears the Matain River has the runsI would follow you, follow you wherever you may go…My sweetieThis little one was more enamored with that big leaf than she was with the chocolate offering.BaysideBay viewThrough the narrow passageJust a tad over 3K and I’d had enough. Was breathing hard even on flat ground.
And that was how Independence Day Eve went down.
Reekay speaks about finding a peaceful retired life in today’s YouTube video. He lives in Bohol, which is at the top of my list of places to visit. But I’m satisfied with my decision to settle in Barretto. There is no way I could handle the big city life of Manila or Cebu. A girl I was courting BEFORE I moved here wanted me to come to Samal Island and live. Nope, it’s too small for me. That’s the point, I think. Everyone is different and needs to find the right fit for them.
And for your smiling enjoyment:
Not at MY party!Ferme la boucheis the only French I knowAs a four-time loser, it is hard to argue with this.If someone eats the frog, he’ll be the turd you intended
Alright, that’s all for now. There’s work to be done. See you here tomorrow!
Yesterday had some of both. We’ll get to that, but first this:
Now that I have your attention…Dave Kair and I are hosting an Independence Day gathering at The Rite Spot On The Roof (my house in Alta Vista) this Thursday, July 4, beginning around 4 p.m. There will be beer and wine and an assortment of what we call food in the USA. All of our friends are welcome, even if you are not a damn Yankee. Let me know in the comments if you plan to attend, or message me if you need directions. Hope to see y’all there!
Yep, tomorrow we will be up on the roof to celebrate the anniversary of America’s Brexit. It’s also Fil-Am Friendship Day, so I’ll be flying the Filipino flag too. So, yesterday’s shopping excursion was focused on getting the items we needed to round out the food and beverage menu. Because Royal is notorious for not having things I need in stock, we hit the Pure Gold supermarket on SBMA first. Between the two, I stocked up on the beer, wine, condiments, snacks, and other items I was seeking. Mission accomplished!
Tomorrow’s menu will include hamburgers, hot dogs, ribs, and chili. Cole slaw, cornbread muffins, assorted chips and dips, and nuts will also be available for our hungry guests. I anticipate we’ll have the usual twenty to thirty attendees, but we’ll be prepared for all who want to join in the fun (I borrowed extra tables and chairs). I’m looking forward to this event at The Rite Spot!
After leaving Pure Gold, I stopped in an adjoining store to pick up a new belt and some underwear. I would say I got scammed, but I’m to blame for the fuck-up that ensued. The cashier rang up the two items, and the total came to 11,000 pesos. I handed her my credit card, and the transaction was completed. In my mind, I saw 1100 pesos (twenty bucks), not the $200 I was charged. I freaked out when I saw that the belt alone was $180. I don’t even like the damn thing. So, I was going to return the items, but the stamp on the receipt said, “No Refunds. No Returns.” Fuck it. I screwed up, and that is the fine for being stupid. It is painful even now to think about. Hopefully, I’ve learned my lesson and will be more attentive in the future when using my charge card.
My Fitbit tracks my sleep, and Monday night was the best slumber I’ve had in a long time:
My usual sleep score is in the mid-60s, so that 82 was one of the best ever.
Last night was the opposite. I couldn’t shut down my brain telling me what a fool I’d been shopping, and my lungs weren’t cooperating with the keeping me oxygenated either. I woke up at midnight with a reading on my oximeter of 86. The nebulizer got it back to 92, and I used my oxygen tank to regain my comfort level of 96. I still couldn’t get back to sleep, though. I tossed and turned until almost 4 a.m. before escaping to dreamland.
I didn’t sleep long enough to generate a score, but I’m feeling it today.
Between one and four in the afternoon we had the heaviest rainstorm of the season.
That’s how it looked from my patio.
I feared the worst, but when beer o’clock rolled around, the rain ceased, and Swan and I were able to make our way into town without the need for an umbrella. Baloy is notorious for flooded streets after a storm, so we didn’t make our usual Tuesday visit there. Instead, we enjoyed the beach views from Mango’s Resort in Barretto.
The Mango’s view
Beer and wine and some snacks as we took it all in.
Swan had calamariAnd I went with the seafood chowder
Swan drinks slow, and I drink fast. I must have been on my fourth beer when the waitress asked about the alcohol content of Zero. Swan showed her the 3% label. I guess she was worried I might get drunk or something.
The main reason I switched to Zero was the lower calories (60 versus 100 per bottle of SM Light). Now when Zero isn’t available and I revert to Light I have to be careful, because the 5% alcohol content difference can be staggering. *ahem*
The sun went down without showing any colors, so we crossed highway for a rare visit to Queen Victoria for our nightcap. I had a 500 peso voucher from the SOB to use, and we finished 480 pesos worth. It helped that the bartender included Swan’s glass of wine on the coupon.
So, that was the good and the bad of my yesterday. Today hasn’t been so great, either. I skipped the Wednesday Walkers group hike because of the breathing issues, but did do an abbreviated 3K candy walk with Swan. Along the way we saw this funeral banner:
I always check the date of birth for comparison purposes, but I actually knew this guy/gal–my bakla (transgender) barber.The story is s/he died of tuberculosis.
Facebook memories reminded me of just how far I’ve fallen in eight years:
I can’t remember the last time I’ve broken the 30,000 step barrier. These days, I’m happy with 15,000 and consider 20,000+ an achievement.And back in those days I was doing pleasant river walks in Seoul. I didn’t know just how good I had it.
I’m not a subscriber to this YouTube vlogger, but the drone footage of Barretto is worth the watch. I don’t agree with some of his suggestions for transferring money to the PI. I don’t trust it and will not use GCash, for example. Also, while it is true that using ATMs (250 pesos per withdrawal) is expensive, you can take out 20,000 at a time with BPI machines. He paid 110 pesos for 6000. To each his own. The best transfer method is bank-to-bank via a wire service like Wise. I don’t have a Philippines bank account, but I pay my help and rent through transfers from my bank to their accounts. Anyway, enjoy the Barretto scenes and take the advice with a grain of salt.
Ready for some humor (such as it is)?
I’m working on itAnd his mom must be really pissed at him nowShe might be planning to shove something up his ass
It never seems to get easier, but I’m still in the fight. Barely. We did a pretty massive shortcut on the Hash trail yesterday, eliminating a climb to the top of Kalaklan Ridge. But the climb we did do was almost more than I could handle. Once again, I had a massive struggle in my head to overcome the urge to say “fuck it” and flatland it back to the On-Home. That was half the battle; the other half was actually getting to the top. It was slow going for me and almost painful, but I made it. I’m just not ready to give up the hills and the views you earn by climbing them yet. And to cut myself some slack, I’ll be sixty-nine next month. I reckon I’m blessed to still have the ability to get out there and try. The day will surely come when my get up and go has got up and gone, but until then, I’m going to keep on keeping on as best I can!
Gathering up at the VFW And we are On-On!Let the climbing begin!We didn’t let a little barbwire stop usUp, up, and awayStill a ways to goThe view from hereWe’re still climbingValley view“Now that’s more like it!” screamed my lungsPeak-a-boo Going our own way instead of another monster climbA two-story shanty with a deck…that’s living the high life of squattersBetter down than upWe did a street walk for the final 2KCounting my blessingsOn-Home was at Tongue And Groove’s place on the beach. He provided grilled chicken and hot dogs for the hungry HashersBagoose made his final appearance at the Hash. Well, his ashes did at least.Last time on the ice for Bagoose. On-On in Hash heaven!It’s nice on ice. Enjoy life while you have it.A gathering of GashThe view from our On-Home venueAnd the sun goes down on another Hash MondayThe crazy trail and the sane trail. You can guess which is which.
I walked the beach back to It Doesn’t Matter to partake in the after-Hash comradery. And stopped at Myleen’s before catching a trike home.
I think my efforts warranted a slice of pumpkin pie.
Facebook memories reminded me of a time when climbing came easier for me.
Eight years ago, I was climbing the steps to Seoul Tower. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t all that easy then either.I miss those Seoul views
In today’s YouTube offering, Reekay speaks to the Filipino mortality culture. All Saints Day here is like something I’d never seen; families and loved ones pack the cemeteries to remember and honor the dearly departed. I’m pretty sure the dead don’t care, but it is another example of how family-centered this culture truly is.
Just cremate me and scatter my ashes on a Hash trail, thank you very much.
Humor time:
A girl with something extraBeats meThat hits a little too close to home
Tomorrow is another day, and I plan to be here then to tell you about this one. See you then!
Another Sunday, another candy walk. We started out a little late, and some of our regulars said they thought we weren’t coming. It’s a bit pressuring to think of the disappointment a change of plans would bring to those kids we’ve addicted to chocolate. In the meantime, we’ll just enjoy the mutual satisfaction of trading candy for smiles.
Candy doesn’t grow on treesFirst delivery of the day…Come a runnin!This village is hard to access and so we don’t visit here every week.Back on our regular route, the kids were waiting for our arrivalThe Marian Hills crowdThis is the earliest we’ve had to refill the bagTalk about a rickety bridge!Get your yummies!Swarming!
My afternoon agenda included the Hideaway feeding. There are still only three girls working there now. During my visit, I was the only customer. Joy said they closed at six on Saturday because they hadn’t had a customer all day. That doesn’t bode well for the future. Honestly, I have a purpose for being there; otherwise, there would be no reason to visit Hideaway. It’s kind of depressing, truth be told. The owner is due back in a couple of weeks; maybe he can turn things around.
Three meals are cheaper than six, so there’s that. I contributed a batch of brownies for dessert.Joyful gluttony
After the feeding, I dashed across the highway for my dinner date with Swan at John’s place.
The usual view from our upstairs, open-air seating.I had a hankering for the birria tacosSwan craved the pulled pork sandwichCheers!That would be usAnd a nice sunset for dessert
We did a brief nightcap at Green Room, then headed for home. That’s how we roll these days.
I’ll be rolling along on a Hash trail this afternoon. The dog walk this morning left me breathless again, so I’m hoping the Hare won’t be overly aggressive. I’m fully prepared to shortcut as my needs dictate. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.
Facebook reminds that eleven years ago, I was at the Grand Ol’ Opry in Itaewon. The bar tradition was to salute the flag with a song (Star Spangled Banner?) at midnight. Yeah, hard to believe I stayed up that late in those days.
The Opry was the oldest bar in Itaewon, but did not survive the closing of the Yongsan Army base.
Speaking of Facebook, yesterday they slapped a “fact-check” cover on a meme I shared featuring clueless Joe.
What was hilarious about the “fact-check” was that it only disputed that Jill Biden had once been a babysitter for Joe’s kids. So, I guess it is a fact that our President is stupid and a pedophile. And, of course, no one denies Hunter is a drug addict.
In today’s YouTube video, Reekay talks about a cultural phenomenon in Filipinas known as “Tampo.” Essentially, you piss off your girl somehow, and she gives you the silent treatment, sometimes for days. I’ve witnessed it in the past, and I have very little tolerance for that kind of drama. I’d much rather have a classic yelling and screaming at each session to get everything out and on the table. I just asked Swan whether she ever goes into Tampo mode, and she said she sometimes does. She mentioned that incident last week where she thought I ignored her as an example. Luckily, that only lasted hours, not days.
The daily dose of humor:
Milk from the jug is always better than wine.Those fruits are nutsMe too!
It was a finetastic Saturday, if I do say so myself. I was bored with my Standard Saturday Solo Street Stroll, so I decided to change things up. And for some reason, I thought a hike out Philseco way was in order. I asked Swan if she wanted to join me, and I was surprised when she responded with an enthusiastic “yes!”. So, we grabbed a Jeepney to the far side of Subic town and kicked things off from there. I basically replicated the Hash trail I helped Hare back in April, but I managed to take a couple of wrong turns along the way. No big deal; we still made it to the One-Three Resort for some after-hike refreshments without a problem. My tracker shut off for some reason, so I don’t have an exact count, but our Hash trail was around 7K, and we did pretty much the same thing yesterday.
The Jeepney ride out was unlike any other I had ever taken. A Jeepney typically continuously stops to pick up and drop off passengers. All the way to the Subic Marketplace, the Jeepney made no stops. I assumed it was because we were already pretty full. Nope. No one got off at the market, but two more boarded there. And then there were no more stops until we got off at Philseco. That made the trip much quicker and more enjoyable.And the journey beginsPhilseco road in all its glory. Wider than the National Highway and with less traffic makes it much more pleasant for walking.We didn’t take the side roads up into the hills this time. A long, flat walk was more to our liking.That pretty green hill up aheadThat pretty girl beside meEnough with the highway, let’s get rural!And yes, we had sweets to dispenseA weed farmer?The kind of trail I likeThe kind of tree I likeThe kind of girl I likeAnd she likes me!On Golden PondDown the drainA river runs through itUp the alley Another pond and that lovely green hill againMore sweets for the sweetOn the backstreets of Barangay Ilwasafter one of my wrong turnsBack on trackWhat’s a hike without a rickety bridge?Turns out this wasn’t the right trail, but one of the locals pointed us in the right directionAnother pondAn abandoned resortOn the streets of Calapandayan at last!The view from our seats at the One Three ResortWe shared a Monte Cristo sandwich for lunchThe Hash trail route was similar to what we did yesterday.
The afternoon rains held off, so my plans for a Saturday evening at The Rite Spot were not ruined.
The cloudy skies when I arrived on the roof and popped the top on my first beer.A couple of beers later, it looked like this.A bit later, I wasn’t mad, but I was seeing red.Dinner at The Rite Spot is servedMy dining companionsThe skyline at night. Yeah, I should have turned the flash off.
When I was done at The Rite Spot, I spent a rare hour in front of the TV watching a BBC documentary from the 80s about bargirls in Olongapo. It was interesting to see the Navy base in operation and the impact of those sailors and Marines on the young ladies of that era. Thousands of them found husbands. Thousands of others were left pregnant and brokenhearted. Swan recognized one of the girls, a friend of her aunt’s. One of the featured bars, Rock Lobster, was located in Barretto. We have a Rock Lobster bar here now, but it is nothing like its predecessor. The bar scene now is just us old retired expats with a few tourists sprinkled in. But when one of those Navy supply ships is in port, the girls still get excited about the young two-week millionaires. Here is the video if you want to give it a watch:
Heads up: the first couple of minutes is a test pattern, just scroll forward until the video starts.
I haven’t weighed in on the recent debate, but if you were surprised, you haven’t been paying attention. I’m enjoying the memes, though.
And then there was Hitler’s reaction:
I have this memory from six years ago to share:
My Buddy boy ran away from home. Three days later he was found by a trike driver in a pond off Baloy Road. We both got lucky that day. (The other Lucky came later)
Alright, not much to offer in the way of humor, but I do have this:
I can in fact acknowledge my idiot past. And I also recognize that I’m still an idiot in many ways.It’s what’s inside that counts. And I like Asian innards better.Yes, indeed it is!
Alright, I’ve got a Hideaway feeding to attend to, and after that dinner with Swan at John’s place. See you here tomorrow!
The Friday hikers tackled the Kalaklan Ridge this week. Given my physical limitations of late, I had doubts, but what the hell, do it or die trying, right? I didn’t die, but I suffered throughout the climb, taking it ever so slowly and breathing hard until the objective was achieved. I did feel good about that because I’m not ready to give up my walkaholism just yet. Our path up was one we hadn’t used in a long time, so it was nice to see the views from there again. Here, have a look and see what I mean:
Where it began. We took a Jeepney ride about 3K out of Barretto to Barangay Lower Kalaklan.Probably the most dangerous part of the hike was crossing the highway after exiting the Jeepney.Steppin’ on upWe were still climbing even after the steps were done.If you could read my mind here, it would be saying, “Fuck this, I should turn around and just walk back to town.” You’d also hear me saying, “Shut the fuck up, you can do this.”A view of the hood we walked throughMy first cookie recipients of the dayOh shit, more stepsThere go those voices in my head againThe view from hereI foolishly thought this was the top.Another view from on-highA C-130 cargo plane passed by overhead. I guess the sound of those mighty engines are the modern-day equivalent to the drums of war.A tree I likedWe continued to gain elevation, although in a less steep fashionA little shade is always niceSomething seems missing in this messageWe overcame some fencing issues and got back on the right side of this one.That village down there looks familiarMy favorite spot to rest on this trailIf there was easier access, I’d love to spend some time up here camping out.I need to talk Elon Musk into building a tram here like the one that goes to Namsan in Seoul.A ballsy goatAnd now for the journey back downA little steep in places, but it wasn’t too slipperyOn down. Anyone recognize that mountain in the distance?Cookie timeMy regulars. Even though I only see them three or four times a year, they never forget me. On our Hash maps, this location is called “Cookie Stop.”Back on solid groundAnd another successful Friday hike is in the books!
After some rest and recovery at home, it was time to head out for the SOB dance competition. This week, the venue was Voodoo, which is probably the smallest dancing bar in town. I left home early so I could arrive when the doors opened and secure decent seating for me and Swan. And sure enough, the place was packed by the time the show started. I obviously had to share our table with some late-arriving guests, but they turned out to be friendly tourists (a Brit and an Aussie who lives in Thailand), and we all got along just fine.
The competitors gather on stage at the start of the show. I was a judge once again.In the end, my fellow judges agreed that the Voodoo team gave the best performance.
After the show, Swan and I were ready for the sweet confines of home, so off we went. And tonight, my plan is to stay home and enjoy the ambiance of The Rite Spot On The Roof. Although the distant rumbling of thunder I hear as I write this may have some impact on that. We shall see.
Facebook memories took me back to a Hash four years ago in the midst of the scamdemic. During the lockdown, the brave Hashers would meet on the mountain and start from there. We’d conduct the On-Home at a private residence, like Derelict’s house on Rizal Extension. Even got raided by the cops once when some Nazi-like neighbors reported us.
That’s Derelict on the left, Bush Diver on the right, and Pubic Head in the middle. Pubic Head is still with us, but sadly, the other two have now departed to Hash Heaven. Rest in Peace!
This made me think of my introvert friend, Kevin Kim:
I’m actually not real comfortable around people I don’t know, but I do go to the bars to feel like I’m socializing.
Today’s YouTube video comes from Craig in Asia. I’m a new subscriber, and I liked this short six-minute take on his experience after six months in the PI. I thought his assessments were pretty much spot on (living in Manila is more expensive budget-wise, though). I also feel safer here than I would in most parts of the USA. His point about not offending people unnecessarily is also good advice. Causing a Filipino to lose face carries the potential for violence. Anyway, it’s worth a watch.
To the humor then:
Short and sweetWhy do you think they call it dope?That’s my plan, too!
A regular commenter, Thompson, frequently mentions his affection for a band called Uriah Heep. Of course, I’d heard of them but was never a big fan. In fact, I was wracking my brain trying to remember any of their hits, and then found this one from my high school days that I do kinda like:
My solo walk yesterday was nothing new, so there was not much to see that I hadn’t seen before. On a whim, I decided to focus on trees and snap a photo of the ones I liked. Hey, whatever gets you through the hike, right?
You’ve seen this one before. It is the sentinel being shadowed by Easter Mountain as you take the back way out of Alta Vista. Getting back to my roots. Sometimes the wind through the branches sounds like Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing.” Okay, I made that last part up.Alone on the hillUp on the roofTwistin’ the day awayA gnarly trunkTripletsA goat standThis must be a male tree. I can tell by those coconuts.What a pretty girl you areI was whupped after 6K on mostly flat ground
But the best part of the day was yet to come. I kept my promise to take Swan to Pugon Corner (I’d been spelling it wrong) for dinner. But we walked to the Outback Resort for a drink before we ate.
Our quest for beach views post-floating bar season continues. Outback offers this one, and it ain’t bad.I’m not sure why I don’t visit here more often.We’ve only just begun
A glass of wine and a couple of beers later, we grabbed a trike for Pugon Corner.
We don’t visit here often, primarily because it is inconveniently located out on Jasmine Street, well off the beaten path.But a promise is a promiseIt’s a clean, well-lighted placeWe were the only customers at 6 p.m. on a ThursdaySome of the menu options
I couldn’t decide between pulled pork and grilled chicken wings, so I got both.
The porkThe wingsSwan had the grilled pork belly
I’d rate the food average. Cheaper than the best place for grilled meats (Texas Joe’s on SBMA) but smaller portions. Swan’s craving was satisfied, so mission accomplished.
Chowing down
After dinner, we did our nightcap at Wet Spot.
Swan’s old pal, Aine, was at work this time, so they enjoyed catching up.
And so ended another day in paradise.
According to this, there was a time when the Philippines was more advanced than some of its neighbors in Asia:
These street scenes are all (allegedly) from the same time period. I wonder what changed?
Fourteen years ago, it was another of those all-too-familiar going-away parties in Itaewon. Soldiers generally only stayed for two or three years before shipping out. On this day, we said our goodbyes to Dan (the guy on the far right).
Six years ago, my Buddy moved in with me:
He was a bit freaked out by the change in his circumstances.
In today’s YouTube video offering, Reekay delves into that age-old question, “Why do expats stay in toxic relationships?” Why does anyone?
It took a while, but I finally found a good one for me.
I’ve got some special Ricky Gervais wisdom for you today:
It really should be as simple as that. You do you, and I’ll do me.How would I know?
Alright, now for the punny stuff:
Eggsactly!Hard to argue with that logicAnd the other type post crap like this.
It looks like we are going to be doing an SOB tonight. Assuming all goes well, I’ll be back with more drivel tomorrow.
Yesterday’s group hiking adventure saw us return to Castillejos, this time to Nagsangong Falls. We make this trek once a year, and something usually goes wrong. We continued that tradition on this year’s adventure. There are upper and lower falls, but we failed to find the path to the upper portion. That’s not to say we didn’t make a climb, but the path we took wound up being a dead end. So, we settled for viewing the lower falls and then heading back. It was a 6K journey through some scenic countryside, and despite the misdirection, we had an enjoyable hike.
Heading out. Four of us for this week’s hike.Off the pavementFollowing the creek bedFalling behind after taking a pissNot much water in the creek yetAlthough these carabao found a spot they likedThe rickety bridge crossingStrong enough to hold the fat guy, though.A gathering of the locals. The dark skin indicates they are Aeta native people.The first of several water crossingsThis road wasn’t here last year. Something was going on upstream in the creek bed involving a backhoe and dump trucks. A local told us in broken English that there were harvesting boulders.More water in our wayOff the road and into…whatever in the hell that is. Strange how much difference just a few miles makes in the flora and fauna we encounter.Laundry and bath time. A little surprising because this spot is a good kilometer away from the village and I didn’t see any nearby houses.Life is hard sometimesbut you make the best of itThe washing pondMarching onwardNow what?Down to the lower falls thenAnd there they are. What were you expecting, Niagara?Feeling bamboo-zeld on the way backWaiting on the slow guys at the washing holeThis time through they were washing the dishesBack the way we cameOnce your feet are wet, it doesn’t matter anymoreWe did find a different trail back to the car which provided a nice change of sceneryAlmost suburbia-likeA death-defying treeGetting it done. The pointless climb got me breathing hard, but the rest of the hike was pleasantI’m also happy to report the carabao were friendly. And on ropes.There and back again
Wednesday is becoming my “me” day. This was exacerbated by a misunderstanding I had with Swan. So, beer o’clock came earlier than usual for me as I reflected on the situation with the help of some cold San Mig Zeros. I started at Sloppy Joe’s, went upstairs to BarCelona, then finished my evening out at the Green Room. As the beer overcame my stubbornness, I sent Swan a message, and we worked back and forth through our differences. Basically, we both felt that we had been ignored by the other. Shit happens, and you find your way back. I brought home a pizza from Sit-n-Bull as a peace offering, and all was well once again.
Sometimes, Facebook memories come with a sting. Like this one from thirteen years ago.
I loved that woman and that life. Not so much the belly, but it came back.
In today’s YouTube video, George takes us on a morning stroll through Barretto. I’m rarely out that early, and the town definitely has a different vibe about it during those hours.
And now for some humor:
I’ll probably just say, “Oh shit!”Um, I just stick my tongue out between my index and middle fingers. That seems to convey the message.I remember my Dad’s relativity lesson: “If your aunt had balls, she’d be your uncle” He was so far ahead of his time.It’s good to get lucky!
What else am I going to do on a Tuesday? Well, there’s always the beach, but we’ll get to that later.
First stop on shopping day is always the BPI branch at Harbor Point MallI refill fill the wallet when the ATM is working. And yesterday it was!Next stop is the grocery storeWe arrived a few minutes before the 9 a.m. opening and had to wait outside.Let the shopping begin!Swan is working hard filling that cartThese fish are so fresh they aren’t even dead yetCheckout timeRinging ’em up and boxing ’em upAnother week, another three hundred bucksLet’s roll!Shakey’s was THE place for pizza when I was growing up in Southern Cal.Leaving SBMA through the Kalaklan gateI see dead people. Olongapo’s hillside cemetery.Heading home on the curvy National HighwayCurvy in the back seat, tooBack in BarrettoDriver Danny got us home safe once againAnd now we unload
So, that’s what shopping looks like around here. Pretty exciting, huh? In the afternoon I took Swan to the beach. We started at McCoy’s:
The view from our seatsThe view of usSubic BayHeading down the beach to Kokomo’sOur Kokomo’s viewBaloy Long BeachThe late afternoon skyOur dinner venue was next door at Foxhole (formerly knows as DaKudos)My ex, Jessa, was once again our waitress.The pork chop dinner has really gone downhill since the change in ownership. Smaller chops and very dry. I’ll stick to Mango’s for my chops in the future.
After our meal, we headed home. The night didn’t end well, but that’s a story for another day.
Yep, more and more I realize that I don’t have time enough left for drama.
I can’t resist inserting a small taste of politics here:
We have a shitty president
I joined Facebook in 2009 and today’s memories are from my posts on this day fifteen years ago:
My Directorate of Human Resources Management teammatesMe at the 8th Army BallMy favorite business name in Itaewon
Ah, the good ol’ days…gone but not forgotten.
Man, that Hawk Tuah girl is burning up the internet, isn’t she?
Today’s YouTube video comes from my favorite, the Filipina Pea. In this episode she’s hanging out with her girlfriend and swapping tales. Enjoy the eye candy:
And now for some humor:
It’s the thought that countsHe should have had Kevin Kim alongYeah, she’s lacking something, no ifs, ands, or butts about it.
Anyway, my head is in a weird place right now, but hopefully I’ll figure out what to do next. Stay tuned.
Yesterday’s Hash trail was surprisingly short, around 4K. A little shorter for me because I didn’t start at the VFW but met the Hashers as they passed through Alta Vista. The route we took featured one moderate hill climb. No hill is easy for me these days, and I was huffing and puffing all the way up. But it wasn’t that long or that steep, and I made it to the top alive. The On-Home venue was at a private “farm” just past the end of Rizal Extension. We’d hike through there regularly a couple of years back, but it’s been fenced off and posted “No Trespassing” for quite a while now. It was nicer than I expected, kicking back and enjoying the peaceful setting. However, I didn’t stay to participate in the Hash Circle, opting to head down the mountain while there was daylight, and I was relatively sober. Many of my fellow Hashers joined me for after-Hash refreshments at It Doesn’t Matter. I had considered skipping this week’s adventure, but I’m glad I joined the hike.
Leaving Alta VistaCookie deliveryWhich way do we go?At the bottom of the hillIt looks like Leaking Willy is huffing his way up, too…Catching our breath halfway upOnward and upwardPubic Head made it to the top, and I was there to witness it!A view from on highOur Hash now has signage!The On-Home at Sangco’s Family FarmAfter trail R&RFifty Hashers in attendance, including the Corona group from Angeles CityThe Hash Circle I missedBut lots of us reconvened at It Doesn’t MatterThe short and long of yesterday’s trail
Now, for a stroll down memory lane:
Eleven years feels like a lifetime ago. My fellow darters (and my wife) at the Puddlin’ Duck in Columbia, South Carolina.Six years ago, I met Marissa, my first girlfriend in the Philippines. She moved away to Manila and ended her Facebook friendship with me. I have no bad feelings and wish her good health and happiness.A pun I posted three years agoOne year ago, my house before it was my houseHere is how it looks today
It’s election season, so forgive my injection of politics:
I’m paying a lot more for American food at the grocery store. Luckily, the improved exchange rate (over 58 pesos to the dollar now) has taken some of the bite out of inflation for me.Works for me. And you set the precedent, Joe.
Today’s YouTube video has a vlogger talking about the practicalities of the rainy season in the Philippines. I’m enjoying it compared to the heat so far.
And let’s see if I can tickle your funny bone today:
Stick it up your assSorry, Kirk, but it ain’t the shoes she’s worried about…
That’s all she, I mean, he wrote. But I shall return tomorrow.
That’s why I have Sunday routines, starting with Swan’s candy walk. We discussed hitting a different area this week but decided that disappointing our regulars was too much to bear. So, we hit the usual streets but added a new loop to freshen things up a bit.
The candy bag loaded up and ready to goWe refill the bag twice from our backpacks during the walk.Heading outThe Alta Vista Clubhouse is a disappointment, especially when compared to Club Morocco.It was a beautiful morning for a walkThe kids were waiting for us when we arrived hereCandies for lassies in Marian HillsAnother happy regularThis one called out, “what about me?” so Swan hurried back to satisfy her craving.Turkey timeMaking doNice to see you again!The wide open spacesThis little one came up out of the fields for some treats. Not sure how she knew we were passing by.Another regular stopSunday sweetsThe road aheadSpot the ugly ducklingBound and determinedThe rickety bridgeValley viewCrossing Bridge #4Our first visit to this neighborhood in NaugsolCome a runnin’!A different angle on Easter MountainPuddles are the new norm, but I ain’t complainin’. Yet. It is definitely cooler these days.An over the fence deliveryThe view from hereCome and get itUp the alleyThe last delivery of the day6.5K from beginning to end
As far as routines go, this is one of my favorites. The other Sunday tradition is the feeding at Hideaway Bar. They were down to three girls yesterday. How long can this go on?
It’s still nice to add something to the boring life in the barAnd the gals are always appreciative
While the floating bars are docked for the season, my other Sunday routine is dinner with Swan. She had mentioned going to Pujon Corner, but we ultimately decided to stick with John’s place for our Sunday meal. We’ll do Pujon later this week.
The view from our seats at John’sI did the beef enchiladas. Three big ones. Spicy, but good.Swan loves the Philly cheesesteak sandwichWatching the sun go down as we dined
After our meal, we visited Alaska Club for our nightcap. We were surprised to see several of the Kokomo floating bar girls are now employed there. And in another coincidence, John Kim was there playing pool. I asked him if our leftovers smelled familiar, and he laughed. I wasn’t going to buy everyone a drink, but I did tip the dancers 50 pesos each. They seemed to appreciate it.
And that was how Sunday went down. Another good one.
We leave our windows open as I prefer cooling by fans. Sometimes that results in an unexpected visitor.
This is another case of bird flew. Last time, Lucky got to the bird first and turned it to feathers. My helper Teri captured this one today and set him free.
That was my excitement so far today. But the Hash is on the horizon. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.
That’s why the are getting all the illegal aliens registered to vote
Today’s YouTube video is from the Filipina Pea exploring the issue of whether Asian women are easy. I thought she did a good job overall on a tricky subject. Making distinctions between Asian cultures, like Japan and Korea, was also important. I was pretty much invisible in Korea after turning 60, but here in the Philippines, I’m often reminded that “age is just a number.” Watch it if you please.
To the humor, then.
There’s a burger chain here called Wimpy’sFood for thoughtThe only thing better than long legs wrapped around your back is short legs trying.What did you think he meant?
That’s the drone footage from Friday’s hike. I’ve never seen myself walking before, and it’s nice to have an aerial perspective of the surrounding landscape. Thanks, Brian!
I awoke to another morning rainstorm yesterday, but it let up in time to do the dog walk on schedule.
The morning view from my patio
My Standard Solo Saturday Street Stroll didn’t meet my usual standards. I just didn’t have the energy to complete my normal route, so I shortcut and called it quits at 4K (the regular walk is six).
The first portion of the stroll is on the National Highway. A combination of weekend traffic and road construction sucked all the joy out of the endeavor.Rizal Street was a little better traffic-wise, but I just couldn’t get into walking it.So, that’s as far as I got. I’ll try and do better next time.
Swan had a visit from a girlfriend in the afternoon, and she joined us for a bit when we ventured out to Treasure Island to see the Engine band.
We took our usual seats in the shady bar area and waited for the music to begin. In the past, the band started playing at 4 p.m. Yesterday, they didn’t begin until five.Swan and her pal Gerlie enjoying some wine while we waited.A Treasure Island beach viewAnd anotherThe lady in blue is Liza from Kokomo’s. Her hubby Steve and kids are enjoying the pool. We had a chance to get together and chat later in the evening.The Engine band finally beings to rock the joint. They are one of the better bar bands around these parts. I like that they play an eclectic mix of music from my generation.I enjoyed some chicken wings while I listened to the music and sipped on my beers.
Hmm, maybe sipped should be guzzled. When it came time to pay the tab, I was shocked to discover I had downed ELEVEN San Mig Zeros. On the plus side, they had Zero. On my last visit, I had to drink San Miguel Light (5% alcohol versus 3%). And even after all that beer, I was only slightly buzzed. So, the night ended well.
Well, I serve myself at The Rite Spot. Although I will send Swan downstairs to refill the ice chest now and then.
I reckon when the tensions between two nations are escalating, it is only natural that memes would begin to appear.
Fuck you, China!
I saw this and had to laugh. Facebook has slapped fact-checks on my posts now and then and even deleted one with a warning that my account would be suspended for similar violations in the future. Most of my “lies” were Covid scamdemic related, and I have subsequently been proven correct in my assertions.
One of those grown up liars
Facebook did share a memory from way back in 2009 today.
My blog’s new masthead. I don’t remember the one that came before this at all. Of course, with the move to the Philippines in 2018 I updated to the current version.
Today’s YouTube video is an update on the response from the Philippines to China’s attack on one of its supply ships. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. Henceforth, the Philippines will tell China when it is sending supplies to an island within its own territorial waters. What a ballsy move! And be sure you say please.
Let’s laugh while we can:
It’s easy to get mixed up when you cookSomething doesn’t add upDonut?
Hey, Thompson, are you okay? Haven’t heard from you and I’m thinking maybe you pissed the girlfriend off again and she grabbed another rock.
Gonna do the Hideaway feeding soon, then meet up with Swan for dinner. She requested we go to Pujon Corner, a grilled meat place here in town. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.
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:
Jim and Scott comparing notes or something. The three of us took a bus to the Philseco area of Subic. Mike, who lives in Club Morocco drove down and picked us up there.Let’s get this show on the road!See those cranes in the distance?We began our journey near the Keppel shipyard. They had two ships in the docks for repairs, as busy as I recall seeing them.This house was abandoned the last time we were out this way. Now, it is undergoing renovation. It has a view to envy, that’s for sure. It is not so conveniently located, though, with access by a narrow dirt road.This small fishing village was much more rundown than before.The proverbial house on the hillThis is a nice-looking resort, but again, it is not easily accessible. The best way would be through Club Morocco, but we noted that the subdivision had blocked the road to here.And here we are in front of the ClubhouseVery nice, indeed. And unlike Alta Vista, this venue has a restaurant. I’ve toyed with the idea of opening a restobar in Alta Vista, but I don’t need the headache.The wide-open spaces of Club MoroccoBrian, the guy on the left, also lives in Club Morocco. He joined us for part of the hike. He’s carrying his drone in the backpack and filmed us during our beach walk. He hasn’t shared the video with us yet.This cracked me up. Apparently, whoever installed the sign was blind as well.On a road to nowhere.Interestingly, despite a nearly empty subdivision, more development is taking place out here.A view from hereGood luck with whatever that’s going to be.All this work will have been for naught when the big storms hitWe left the road behind for a bit and headed down to the water. This was the trickiest part of the hike—it was wet and slick from the morning rain.Our first wet feet experience of the day…but not the last.Heading through another ramshackle villageA little bit on nothing goes a long wayLife on the baysideThat looks like a cool place to hang outLow bridgeWorkin’ for a livin’Round two of wet feetSee that hut on stilts with the blue roof? I can fantasize about calling that home. Of course, how the hell I’d get groceries there is unknown…probably have to hire a boat. And the walk to the bars would be a bitch, too.Beach walkingI don’t recall seeing trees grow so close to the water’s edge. The must have deep roots to withstand high tide.This is another example of the litter problem. People didn’t throw that garbage on the beach; it washed up from the bay. I’ve seen it countless times on hikes, where folks toss their trash in the river with impunity, and it winds up in the bay and then on the beach.Where the river meets the bayWe decided to stop at the Clubhouse on the way backfor some rehydration.This monster pool is twice the size of what we have in Alta VistaHeading back to the carThe final uphill
We decided to stop at the 13 Resort in Calapandayan for a proper lunch.
You can see where we were from there (behind that ship and on the other side of the hill with that clearing)This gave me a bit of “Gilligan’s Island” vibeI’ve talked before about 13 Resort offering the only Monte Cristo sandwich I’ve seen in years. The original ones I fell in love with had powdered sugar frosting on the bread; otherwise, these are nearly perfect.The path we walked, a tad over 8K. You can see how huge the Club Morocco subdivision truly is. Perhaps they’ll sell some of those lots when the new shipyard opens.
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.
No lights and some misty rain. I do have some solar lights on the roof, so I wasn’t completely in the dark.And when power was restored, I fired up my newly installed roof lights, plugged in my fan, and turned on the speaker to hear my favorite tunes.Santo Tomas looks much better with the lights onRoast chicken and potatoes with some sprouts and broccoli were served for dinner last night at The Rite Spot.And then the moon came out to wish me goodnight.
That’s my kind of day these days.
Looking back to other days in other years, Facebook sent me these reminders:
Fourteen years ago, I stood on the main drag through Itaewon waiting for a bus to take me and the wife to visit a temple in Uidong Eight years ago, I paid my first and last visit to Davao City where I discovered under police escort, that vaping was only allowed here. I blogged about that experience here.
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:
I urinate on an islandAn oldie but a goodie
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.
Arriving at our destinationTogether timeA view from our perchA view of our perchBeach view leftBeach view rightA view of the photographerKon Tiki innardsThe Kon Tiki menu offerings
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.
Those fries might have been the best I’ve ever eaten.The burger was good, too. I had to remove the onion so it would fit in my mouth. Was it worth ten bucks? Probably not, but I also recognize I was paying resort prices, and I was on a date, so who cares?Swan enjoyed her pork tonkatsu, whatever the hell that is. I’m not a mac and cheese fan, but I had to admit it looked good. The pork was tasty as well.
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.
The sun was going down and we made our way back to Barretto
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.
The science is settled on that one.Yeah, I know the reality is so bad made up shit like this is unnecessary. Still, I couldn’t resist.
Enough with politics for now. Let’s stroll down memory lane for a minute.
Seven years ago I reported for duty at the new 8th Army Headquarters building at Camp Humphreys in Pyeongtaek. It was good to have a purpose in life, but those days are behind me.Five years ago, I explored how I might look if I changed my pronouns—probably not a good idea.I posted this on Facebook three years ago. I presume I slapped it up here as well, although I honestly don’t remember. I do appreciate the loyal readers who are subjected to my daily drivel. Blogging gives some meaning to my day, even if there is not much meaning in what I write. Thank you!
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:
Sorry, I’m not drunk enough to get this one.Yeah, that’s more like it!
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!
Or maybe we circled back. Either way, we started and finished our Wednesday Walkers trek at Mad Willie’s in Castillejos. We did the Govic Highway for a bit, then veered off through houses, farms, and fields on the way back. It made for a rather pleasant 7K hike and since we only come out this way a couple of times a year, it had a fresh feel to it.
Only three of us made the trip yesterday (me, Mike, and Scott (the photographer)Heading up the highwayThese guys cheered us on as we passedLitter prisonWe came to a fork in the road and we took it. Turns out I do lean left…Trudging on. Politics in these parts is a family affair. A Kohnghun is a Congressman, Vice-Governor, and Mayor.It’s high time we get Scott in a pictureWe don’t need no edukasyon! Mayor, leave them kids alone!I can’t bear to see a thirsty treeWe are having a gas on this hike so farTurning off the highwaySomeone is living large out hereTrouble ahead!Cookie stop. She remembered Scott taking her picture two years ago.If this “Headquarters” is an example of the Philippine’s military readiness, we are fucked when China invadesThe view from hereI hope that’s recycling…Field workThere must be a sad story here…These gals were kind enough to offer us directionsA street vendor and his wares.My turn to take a picture, ScottBack on the National HighwayArriving at Mad Willie’sA pleasant venuePan-seared tuna and chicken wings were “sorry, sir, not available,” so we all went with the baby back ribs. I’d never seen ribs so cheap (295 pesos).Wasn’t expecting much for five bucks and wasn’t disappointed.The path we took as seen from my Map My Walk appScott’s map puts it all in perspective
Anyway, it was an enjoyable morning jaunt. Swan was busy taking care of some business in Olongapo, so I had some “me” time when beer o’clock rolled around.
I was at BarCelona for almost two hours and was the only customer that entire time. (the guy in the back is the owner)
Nerissa, my old friend from Cheap Charlies, is now working at BarCelona, so at least I had a familiar face for company. BarCelona is for sale, and it is a very nice venue, except for the lack of customers thing. Nerissa said they get busy late at night, so there’s that. I had planned to go to the Green Room, but they were having a wake for an expat who recently passed away. I didn’t know him, and the place was packed, so I moved next door to Wet Spot. Once again, I was the only customer. Had a nice chat with the manager, Brett, and he bought me a beer, so it’s all good. I ordered a chicken burger from Sit-n-Bull and was home by seven. Yeah, I’m not the barfly I once was.
In the memory department, Facebook reminded me of how I used to roll during the 80s in Poteau, Oklahoma:
I guess I haven’t always hated karaoke like I do now.
Eight years ago, I was scouting Samal Island as a possible Philippine retirement destination.
Turns out it wasn’t a good fit.
Things continue to ramp up in the disputed waters off the coast of the Philippines. China has now resorted to violence. The article concludes with this bottom line:
At this point the Philippines has to make a choice about whether it wants to escalate and match China’s belligerence at sea or simply back down and cede the territory. Either way, there will be a price to pay.
Today’s YouTube video also addresses the incident of China boarding a Philippine craft, injuring crewmembers, and stealing weapons. The Philippine government declared it an act of piracy.
Things are going to get uglier I fear.
In the meantime, let’s have a laugh:
My memory lapses are no laughing matter these days. It’s getting scary.What’s done is doneMy dogs can be real brats sometimes.
So, another day, another post. I’m having a date night with Swan, and we are going to make the trip out to Kon Tiki for some quality beach time. Or so we hope. Tell you all about it tomorrow.
When it comes to grammar, I’m not very punctual. My comma tutor has used examples like the above before, but I’d never seen it portrayed quite like this. Anyway, I don’t eat cats, although I’ve had my share of pussy.
A pretty quiet Tuesday around here. The ATM was working, the groceries got bought, and the day proceeded from there. In the afternoon, Swan and I went to the salon, where I had a haircut, and she got a foot spa. I was done before her, so I waited at Snackbar. Two beers later, Swan rejoined me, and we proceeded to Kokomo’s for some beach time.
We were the only customers.Cloudy skies but no rain. The two Navy supply ships are still at anchor in the bay. Waiting for war?
After our Kokomo’s time, we went next door to Foxhole and had some grub. Then we headed back home. A day doesn’t have to be exciting to be good, and I had no complaints about how we filled the hours.
In the Facebook memories department, I was reminded of a “where I stand politically” test I took three years ago:
Where I stood on the compass back then
For shits and giggles, I took the test again this afternoon. I was a bit surprised at the results:
Hard to believe I moved to the left sphere on the spectrum. There ain’t a lefty I know of I’d consider supporting, so they must all be off the charts.