Doc, you meant it?

The long-awaited follow-up meeting with the pulmonary specialist, Dr. DeLeon, finally took place yesterday morning. Granted, she was forty-five minutes late, but that’s just the way “Filipino time” works. Surprisingly, despite my notorious lack of patience, I accepted the reality of how things are done here and didn’t get upset. That’s quite a milestone for me.

So, we started out with the chest x-ray:

Doc said she saw no issues worthy of concern
It’s not everyday that I’m referred to as “normal”

Dr. DeLeon then reviewed the blood test results. She said everything was in the normal range except the glucose/fasting blood sugar level.

That 120 FBS puts me in the “pre-diabetic” category. My mother suffered from diabetes, and that is something I don’t want to deal with in my old age. So, I’ve got some adjustments to make, primarily in my diet choices. This article discusses some methods I’ll need to consider.

So, all in all, I’m happy with the results. Dr. DeLeon suggested I increase my dose of metformin to twice daily. I’m not entirely comfortable with that, but I will do so pending a meeting with Dr. Jo for a second opinion.

After finishing the consult, I took Swan and my helper (technically caregiver) Teri to lunch. I planned to eat at Jewel Cafe but forgot they are closed on Wednesday. So, we walked another block to Myleen’s. I had missed the Wednesday Walkers group hike due to my appointment and was surprised to see this when I entered Myleen’s:

The group was having an after-hike lunch. Sounds like I missed a nice walk this week. I’ll miss tomorrow as well due to my San Narciso trip.

When the evening hours rolled around, we caught a break in the rain and hurried out to Bar Celona to do some socializing.

The rainy-day view
The indoor view
The couple view

When we were ready to change the scenery, we headed downstairs to The Green Room, a venue that is increasingly becoming our favorite place to hang out. Swan and our regular waitress, Chu, are becoming good buddies and enjoy chatting together. I’m on hand to keep the lady drinks flowing. Works for me. We bought a pizza for the working gals to share, then later ordered another pizza to bring home with us. On the Sit-n-Bull menu, one of the daily specials was a “Big Ass Meatball Sandwich.” I’ve never seen meat on a bun advertised that way, so I decided to give it a try.

The sandwich came in a big-ass box.
I know Subway featured foot-long sandwiches back in the USA, but this fucker was the biggest I ever remember eating. I had less than half of it last night.
The pizza. Yes, that’s pineapple on top. Hey, we are in the Philippines!
Pecan pie for dessert. Hey, man does not live by blood sugar alone!

And so ended another day. Enjoy them while you got them.

Who’s counting?

Some other excitement in my day came via the Facebook Gestapo. Seems they took issue with something I shared a couple of weeks ago. At the time, I was just passing it along as food for thought, but it turns out I’m guilty of a FB crime:

Okay, Mark. You’re the boss

This is what got the Facebook Nazi’s in a tizzy:

Questions without answers are false information, don’t you know?

And as long as we are in the political realm, how about this:

Maybe Nancy was right
Assuming you have a lick of sense. Oh, wait.
Honestly, that’s one of the benefits of living here. I can ignore most of the bullshit going on back home. I fear for the future of my country, but we’ll know in November if it truly is the end of days.

Today’s stroll down memory lane took me back to my sophomore year in high school, where a simulator just like this one was part of the driver’s training requirement to be licensed at sixteen.

I passed. But I don’t remember any girls as cute as her in my class.

Eight years ago, I was repromoted to the position I had retired from five years earlier: Director of Human Resource Management, 8th US Army/United States Forces Korea.

It was probably the best two years of my career, accomplishment-wise.

I’m in a rush this morning so I haven’t had time to watch today’s YouTube video. I’m sharing this one from George with street scenes from Olongapo City. I saw George last night during his brief stop at Green Room. He wasn’t recording then, though.

And now for your daily dose of humor:

I’m no master, so I’m not taking the bait
With the neighbor?
I’m funny when you’re drunk
I get that a lot!

This morning I was greeted with this rare treat:

Hopefully, that’s a good omen for today’s travel

Okay, I’ve got to shower up and finish packing for my trip. Look for something a tad more interesting here tomorrow—or at least less familiar. See you then!

It matters not

Another mostly empty Tuesday, but why should I care? You do what you gotta do and be done with it. That’s fine and dandy with me. Here’s what I’m talking about:

Driver Danny picked us up (me, Swan, and helper Teri) as usual at 0830. Drove to SBMA (the old Navy base) and made my regular stop at the Harbor Point Mall BPI ATM where I do my weekly cash withdrawal. I inserted my card and entered my PIN, and a message appeared saying the machine could not dispense cash. Would I like to proceed? Nope. So, we moved to the other side of SBMA and another BPI branch. This one has three ATMs, so I figured my odds for a successful withdrawal were good. I usually make two separate 20,000 peso withdrawals (20,000 is the maximum allowed). The first machine dispensed my cash in 500 peso notes, and forty makes for a thick wallet. I tried the next machine, and it spit out twenty 1000 peso bills, so all was good.

Given that this BPI branch is very near the old Royal supermarket, I decided to do my weekly shopping there. This Royal is housed in the former base commissary building and isn’t as modern and nice as the new store. Still, I can sometimes find things here that, for some inexplicable reason, the new Royal doesn’t carry. The downside is that the older Royal is laid out completely differently, and I have to search for the items I desire. I found most of everything I needed, so it turned out fine. And here was a surprise:

Keto ice cream! I’ve never seen that before. Those nut-covered bars were tempting, but ten bucks seemed a bit over the top, even at “buy one, get one” pricing, especially because I’d never tasted keto ice cream and may not like it. I’m kinda regretting not trying it now.

My helper wanted some cabinet shelves under the sink, so we had some made Filipino-style. She had a worker friend buy a wooden pallet from a nearby scrapyard, tear it apart, and build these from the scraps:

Cabinet one...
…and cabinet two.

Three hundred pesos for the materials, and seven hundred for the carpenter. Not bad!

I mentioned in yesterday’s post that Swan was meeting a friend at It Doesn’t Matter. I joined her there around four thirty but didn’t want to intrude on the girl talk, so I sat at another table with IDM owner Cliff. Another of Swan’s pals came by, and Cliff’s wife joined the party.

Judging by the laughter, I’d say they had a good time at the girl party. They shared a sizzling plate of pork sisig and washed it down with their favorite alcoholic beverages.

Swan asked me several times if there was somewhere else I wanted to go, but I told her just to relax and enjoy her time with friends. I was enjoying my beer at IDM as much as I would anywhere else. And when it was my turn to eat, guess what? I didn’t order Filipino food.

I went with the tacos and they were outstanding

IDM recently hired my old dart league friend, Rica, to run their kitchen. She has had a great reputation since her time as the chef at Thumbstar and Oasis. I congratulated the owner on the excellent addition to his team. Bar food is usually okay for a drunken snack, but I’d be glad to have a meal at IDM now and then with Rica cooking.

We wound up spending the entire evening at IDM and passed on our normal nightcap, grabbing a trike home in the rain. And so ended a productive, if boring, day in the life. There is a change of pace on the horizon–I’ll be taking Swan to the beach town of San Narcisco tomorrow for an overnight stay at the Mope Resort.

The way-back memory machine carried me to1978 just after my recent move to Prescott, Arizona. I made the decision to leave California because even back then I knew I didn’t want to raise my kids there.

The family man. Now my kids have kids and are all living in South Carolina.

Here’s the latest illustration of the gender revolution:

It must be so hard on you.

I still haven’t gotten a clear answer to the simple question of whether these male-chromosome boxers were born with pussies or dicks. This is the best explanation I’ve found so far.

Today’s YouTube video from the Filipina Pea is quite different for her—she tells the heart-wrenching story of her life. As I’ve said before, she is probably my favorite vlogger, and hearing her talk about her personal journey makes me all the more impressed.

On to the humor:

And shits on a porcelain throne
It wasn’t me! I swear!
FAFO

I’ll do a morning post tomorrow before we hit the road. I finally got in to see Dr. DeLeon today, and it was mostly good news. More details on that to come. Not sure what’s on tap for the evening hours, but odds are good it will involve beer.

Nothing stops me

Well, nothing stopped me from Hashing yesterday anyway. The lunchtime downpour let up, so I headed out to the highway to catch my ride to the trailhead at the end of Rizal Extension. My “sane” cadre of Hashers opted to do the second half of the trail, and that worked out just fine. Oh sure, there was a very steep and slippery climb involved, and it was slick going back down, but otherwise, it was a pleasant enough hike despite a brief rain shower. The views up top were amazing and worth the effort of getting there. Here, see for yourself:

Last minute guidance from one of the Hares. I’m already thinking, “where’s the shortcut?”
You go your way, we’ll go ours. Doing the last half first.
As rickety bridges go, this one wasn’t too bad.
Although those handrails were so wobbly as to be useless.
Moving upward
The climb wasn’t so bad in the beginning
Getting back to my roots
It got a little jungle-like in places
The worst of the climb is just ahead. I couldn’t get any pics, it was all I could do to keep my feet.
And yes, some people live up here. The way we went down would be a much easier up than we took. I’m sure that’s the route the hardy souls residing here take.
My first and only cookie delivery on this hike. I can’t imagine what your life with three kids is like up here, mama, but I admire your fortitude.
What is everyone looking at?
Oh, nice!
Easter Mountain had her head in the clouds
Time to head back down
Back on flat ground with muddy feet
The Hares were fucking with us with messages like these.
Our On-Home venue was at the residence of Hasher Always Wet.
Our gracious hostess (in orange shirt) even prepared food for the hungry Hashers
The trail as the Hares intended. I liked it in bits and pieces…

Like last week, I opted to skip the Hash circle and hoof it back down Rizal Extension to town.

A Rizal Extension view. You can almost make out the bay in the distance. This trek added another 3K to my day and made up for some of the Hash trail I skipped.
I saw this poster on a wall during my Rizal walk. That eleventh commandment was funny enough, but the DO NOT LITTER admonishment was hilarious. Most Filipinos are going to hell, I fear!

As usual, I finished my journey at It Doesn’t Matter, the after-Hash hangout.

I was pleasantly surprised to see my old pal Chris and his lovely lady there. Nice to share some beverages with you both again!

I brought home some apple pie from Myleen’s and satisfied my sweet tooth cravings before bedtime. And so ended another day.

Some memories weren’t sad at the time, but make you blue later in life.

Eight years ago, Sohee and I celebrated a dart tourney victory. Two years later, she killed herself. She was a special woman, and her loss was a shock to all who remember her laughing nature.
Three years ago, I provided the funds for Marissa to open a small eatery. She told that had always been her dream. A few months later it was closed and gone. Last I heard, Marissa is living in Manila. She unfriended me on Facebook when she left.

More and more it seems the Land of the Free is becoming a new version of the Soviet Union.

And Orwell’s “1984” was meant to be a warning, not a how-to guide.

Today’s YouTube video comes from a Filipina vlogger I’d never watched before. She adds some context and perspective for those “Philippines is great” vloggers who don’t tell the whole story. The photography is especially well done. I was impressed enough to subscribe to her channel. Have a look for yourself:

To the humor we must go:

No reason to squawk, but that sounds like birdshit to me.
Who let the cat out of the bag?

Alrighty, then. This is my lazy Tuesday and I’ve got the shopping out of the way. Swan went to meet a friend at It Doesn’t Matter and I’ll be joining her a bit later when they finish their girl talk. We’ll see where we go from there.

Just another day

And glad to have it! Filled the hours with the usual Sunday routines, although there are always little quirks to change things up some. I’m talking about stuff like this:

When I woke up and plopped down at my desk to do my usual morning internet surf, this gecko-like creature was camped out on my window.
A bit later, after the sun came up, I noticed the clouds were hanging lower than I’d ever seen them.  

Then it came time for the weekly Candy Walk on the streets of San Isidro. Swan counted how many got candy, and we sweetened the day for 189 children. A good morning’s work!

Heading out
Still standing
First delivery
A regular stop
The Easter Mountain shot
Here you go
Marian Hills handouts
Another regular stop
The way ahead
Hands full
The mama here says she rations the candy handout so the kids have some for their school lunch bag.
These kids photobombed my finger shot
The girl in red got candy and God’s blessing.
First refill of the candy bag
Onesie
Moresie
What’s that smell?
He seems happy
Our busy street
Taking care of the stragglers
Last stop. Refilled our candy bag three times and gave it all away.
A new footbridge across the river.
A sweet 5K stroll

Come later in the afternoon, it was time to feed the hungry girls at Hideaway Bar. My weekly visits there are increasingly becoming almost depressing. As much as I enjoy bars, an empty one feels soulless. Joy said I was the day’s first customer (they opened at eleven, and I arrived a little after four). I asked about owner Griff, who was in his room out back, sleeping off his morning rounds to other bars. So, it seems my hopes that things might change with his return will not come to fruition. Hell, I don’t know what the answer for attracting customers might be. I have a reason to be there every Sunday, but if I didn’t feel obligated to continue the weekly feeding, I wouldn’t come. The hour I spend there is nothing I enjoy, and it is a relief to be on my way again.

Enjoy it while you can, Joy. I fear you will be looking for a new job before long.

Next up was my Sunday dinner with Swan at John’s place. A pleasant surprise this week was seeing Em Jae, our old favorite waitress, back at work. Well, back for Sunday anyway. She is still working at a call center in Pampanga and came home for the weekend to see her kids. They needed a waitress to fill-in yesterday and she was happy to oblige. She’s heading back to Angeles today for her real job.

A happy reunion
The usual view from our seats
Now, what do I want to eat? Philly Cheese sounds good…
…but so does the beef bulgogi. Decisions, decisions.
Bulgogi it is! No regrets about my selection.
Swan did prawns.
Watching the sun go down as we finished our meal.

After dinner, we walked a few blocks up the highway and did our nightcap at It Doesn’t Matter.

They seem to be doing things right, it was fairly busy inside and out.

And then it was time to head for home and bring another day to a close.

Commenter Ted mentioned an old Subic blogger named Warren. I vaguely recall reading his blog back in the days when I was first considering the Philippines as a retirement destination. Reader Scott said Warren also had a Facebook group called Warren’s Subic Bay. So, the blog has been gone for many years, and the Facebook group hasn’t been active since 2021. And Warren disappeared without a trace four years ago—one of those unexplained mysteries.

Scott sent me this old photo. That’s Warren on the left. People who knew him say he was a nice guy. I wonder what happened to him.

Interesting memes I ran across on the internet today:

As seen at the Paris Olympics…
And don’t even think about thinking for yourself.

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay talks about what help you can expect from your embassy should your life go to shit in the Philippines. Man, I’d hate to rely on them for anything! I have heard of cases where the embassy would arrange a flight home in a dire emergency, but your passport would be held hostage until you had reimbursed the cost of the flight. I have money in the bank, and a credit card available should things go wrong. Hopefully, I’ll never need to use them.

Some weak humor to share:

I guess this is a blonde joke
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way…

Another Hash Monday is upon me. Once again, the trail starts and finishes at the end of Rizal Extension, my least favorite location for a Hash. And the icing on the cake is there is currently a downpour going on outside. I’ve already arranged a ride to the start, but I’m keeping open the option to bail altogether or do my own trail. Today is a fine day for a bar hop! We’ll see what happens.

From the hills to the sea

Just another day in the Barrio.

Casting shadows on the dog walk to kick off the day.

Bruce, my new friend visiting from Taiwan, was up for joining us on a Saturday morning romp. I usually do a boring solo street stroll, but with Bruce and Swan along, I needed to up my game. So, we headed for the hills. We met Bruce at Sit-n-Bull and then climbed the steps up from La Union Street. From there, our journey was through the tall grass, and I had difficulty finding the trail in places. It went better after we reached the top and then rendezvoused with the familiar My Bitch trail. Then we circled around through the backstreets of Barretto and finished the hike at Sit-n-Bull after a 6K jaunt.

The hillside neighborhood off La Union Street
It’s Greek to me
Glad you could join us, Swan
Looking back down on Barretto
The grass was high, but we’re holding on…
Taking in the view
Barretto from on high
The Kalaklan Ridge. I told Bruce we’d do that climb next time he is in town.
The Subic side of things
A tree I fancied
Pausing to pose with Easter Mountain in the background
Fixin’ to head back down to town
Some friendly hillside dwellers we encountered
Some flowers I didn’t pause to smell
Steppin’ on down
Just passin’ through
The path we took

Thanks for joining us, Bruce. Safe travels home, and we’ll look forward to more hikes when you return.

Swan had mentioned craving the grilled pork chops at Mangos, so when it was dinner time, that’s where I took her. We got a table right next to the beach and enjoyed the views while our meal was being prepared.

The low-tide view from our table
A rarely seen beached whale, I mean, white woman. That swimsuit was a t-back, but the view was too gross to photograph.
Happy with what I have
Dinner is served. We were not disappointed.

After our meal, we popped in to The Green Room for our night cap. I had some SOB coupons to expend.

One coupon was for a lady drink blowjob shooter. Our waitress, Chu, gladly accepted the drink but was shy about being photographed downing it.

We had the Sit-n-Bull waitress deliver some pecan pie for us to bring home for our bedtime snack. And that’s how we ended our day in the Barrio.

Facebook carried me back seven years ago to remind me of the day I did a three-and-a-half-hour walk in Seoul.

Most of the walk was on the Han riverside path. I still miss those days.

This year’s Olympics may earn the Gold Medal for provoking memes like this:

Today’s YouTube video discusses some cultural aspects of the Philippines that folks in the West could learn from. I am happy with my decision to live here and have absolutely no desire to return to the USA for anything more than a brief visit. If I needed to move, I’d stay in Asia, most likely Cambodia.

It’s a short one (less than five minutes) so give it a watch

Today’s attempt at humor:

More and more, this is me.
Everything changes
It’s a little late for that advice now.

It’s Sunday and the Candy Walk is completed. Next up, a feeding at Hideaway bar and a dinner date with Swan at John’s. Stay tuned for more tomorrow.

Bruce in Barretto

I’ve been blogging here at LTG for going on twenty years now. During that time, there were several occasions where I had chance encounters with readers. It is always a shock to meet a stranger who tells me they read my blog. Most of the time, it’s a friendly meeting, but I’ve had a couple of unpleasant episodes. Once, during the scamdemic, I was confronted by a reader who criticized me for continuing to hike in defiance of lockdown rules. According to him, I was giving foreigners “a bad name.” In another instance, a guy I didn’t know stopped me on the street to say he didn’t appreciate my criticism of his girlfriend (she ran a bar and mistreated her employees, so I called her out for it). Otherwise, it’s always been nice to run into people who read my poorly punctuated drivel.

The circumstances for meeting a reader named Bruce yesterday were somewhat different. Bruce is from Taiwan and found my blog on some random Google search. I guess he liked what he saw because he planned his first trip to Barretto to see some of the views I post here at LTG. Bruce emailed me that he would be here for the weekend and wanted to participate in the Friday hike. He also asked about the SOB dance competition. It’s always nice to welcome someone new to the group and to meet someone who has followed my adventures from afar.

Nice to meet you, Bruce! That’s from the SOB last night. I might have had a few beers by then.

So, for the Friday hike, we planned a route that would provide Bruce with some of the views he’s been craving- the Black Rock climb and a beach walk on the bay. Here’s how that looked:

Gathering up at the Baloy 7/11
And heading down the highway
A larger group of Friday hikers this week
Through the backstreets barangay Matain
A brief return to the highway, then we headed for the hills.
Pumping iron
It’s always nice to have Swan along
The three stragglers
Up and at ’em!
I’m a little slow on the uptake
You waiting for me?
Movin’ out
Bruce seems to be enjoying the hike so far
It wouldn’t be a hike if Swan wasn’t handing out candy
The view from here
The final push up to Black Rock
Objective achieved!
This was Swan’s virgin trip to Black Rock
The view we climbed for
We’ll save the Black Rock ridge for another day
What goes up must come down. Yesterday’s downward trek was even more challenging than usual because it was slippery in places.
Slow and steady wins the race
Everyone made it down alive!
No can do!
Movin’ on!
Swan handed out candy, and Bruce gave the kids a pen and paper set. Lots of smiles in the neighborhood!
On the Calapacuan market street
Beach access
Bayside
Another recipient of goodies
What the high tide left behind
Hello cuties!
One version of life on the bay
And now for a river crossing
Front riders
And those in back
Time to disembark
Back on solid ground
A treehouse on the beach
Hikers on the beach
Bruce on Baloy
We ended our hike with lunch at Treasure Island
Just shy of 7K. Not a bad day’s walk for the new guy. He said he enjoyed it.

My planned visit to Dr. DeLeon didn’t happen because she cancelled her Friday clinic hours. I’ll try again on Wednesday.

The SOB was a good one at La Oficina, a bar that I almost never frequent. Bruce seemed to enjoy the show.

The La Oficina dancers were the champions last night.

The Aftermath was at Alaska Club downstairs, so we dropped in for a nightcap before saying our goodnight to Bruce. It wasn’t goodbye because he joined Swan and me for a Saturday morning hike today. I’ll post about that tomorrow.

The memes have been more intense than usual these past couple of days.

This fiasco at the Paris Olympics is nothing short of shameful.
Maybe these two “girls” can duke it out
Mindless hypocrits
Seriously, what the duck is going on? Duck off, you cunts!

Ah, the memories.

This was my last commute on the VRE from DC to Stafford, VA, before I moved to Korea in January 2005.

Today’s YouTube video is from George’s All About The Philippines. George is one of the only Vloggers I have met in person. On Wednesday, I saw George recording this video when I was up on the roof at BarCelona.

There he is

I don’t know how to post an advanced-time video, but the Barretto portion starts at around six minutes. I checked, and he didn’t capture me capturing him from the roof. Oh well.

Maybe these will put a smile on your face:

Something doesn’t add up
I sent this to my dentist (we are Facebook friends), and he said he actually has patients like this. I told him, “I know.”
Looks like mama is horsing around.

Time to get on with my Saturday evening. Swan is joining me for dinner at Mangos. We’ll see what happens after that. Back tomorrow with more of this goodness.

Looking for the worm

I’m posting like an early bird today because my plate is full, and I may be in “it’s now or never” territory. On tap are the Friday group hike, my visit to Dr. DeLeon, and the SOB dance competition. I’ll try to find time for a nap in there as well. It’s just one of those rare days where I have too much to do.

Swan joined me on my morning hike yesterday, which is always nice. We took a Jeepney out to Subic-town and did a walkaround to Philseco. Only 5K, but still good to see the sights we rarely visit. Let me show you what we saw:

Our trek begins in downtown Subic
Off the highway and down this street
Then through the graveyard
Speaking of dead people, this guy passed when he was two years younger than me.
A stroll by this pond
Not anywhere I’d want to swim
Doesn’t that get your goat?
A right turn and a change in direction
Through this barangay Asinan Proper neighborhood
Beauty abounds
On the road again
Over the bridge
A view from the bridge
No options but the path
A wide-open road
When does a pond become a lake?
My kind of trail
A tree I liked
Taking the left turn
Into the ‘hood
Another narrow passage
And a narrow escape
Arriving on Philseco Road
School is back in session, so we didn’t see many kids to share sweets with. These children in uniforms were on their way to school and had some treats to enjoy on the way.
When we hit the National Highway, the first two Jeepneys to pass were full. Then this Victory Liner came by, and we climbed aboard. 50 pesos each to Barretto.
Back in Barretto, safe and sound

Wasn’t that fun?

When beer o’clock arrived, we decided the slower pace of Baloy Beach was what we wanted.

Low tide, and someone cleaned the beach since our last visit.
Our first stop was Kokomo’s
Time was passing, and we moved on.
Next stop, Treasure Island
The view from our perch
Beauty and the beast
Swan enjoyed the enchiladas. I’ll have her leftovers for breakfast as soon as I finish this post.
I snacked on chicken wings.

The night ended on a sour note because of some miscommunication issues, but I’m sure we’ll find our way back to happiness.

Seven years ago, my favorite Itaewon bartender finished her tenure at Shenanigans. It wasn’t goodbye, though. She got married and moved to Pyeongtaek, where I spent time with the happy couple before I retired and moved away.

One lifetime, many lives.

Today’s YouTube video is the latest from Reekay. I’m in a hurry this morning, but I’m looking forward to see how this guy fucked up.

And now let’s try for some humor:

Maybe he should change his name to Richard
I’m glad she bounced back

Alright, time to get on with my day. Thanks for stopping by.

My kinda day

Yesterday was pretty much the model for how I fill my hours. And the best part is that I really enjoyed it. I kicked things off with the Wednesday Walkers group hike and closed it out with beers, dinner, and beers. That’s how I roll!

The hike wasn’t long (around 5K) but had its challenges. I’m one of the Hares in a couple of weeks, along with Scott and Jim, so we did some scouting. Our path to the top of Kalaklan Ridge will work fine with a couple of tweaks. The down path we chose (appropriately nicknamed Motherfucker) was a tad too steep, rocky, and slick for a rainy season trek. We’ve got a Plan B we’ll implement for the Hash trail.

We took a Jeepney to our starting point on Coral street, about 3K from Barretto.
This week’s iteration of the Wednesday Walkers
Off we go up Coral Street
There’s Kale in them hills. Who knew?
Let the climbing begin. My tracker says it was exactly 1.6 kilometers to the ridgeline.
Sturdier than the usual bridges we encounter
During rainy season, algae grows on the rocks making them extra slippery.
Someone crafted a handrail, although I’m not sure how useful it is.
On up! I appreciate how those tree roots make natural stairsteps.
I guess someone got tired of the commute up the mountain
Onward and upward
Green Acres
Bamboo-zeld
Scott clawing his way up
My favorite viewpoint. I just wish there was an easier way to get here.
A beautiful day
That’s the old Hanjin shipyard across the bay, soon to reopen under a Hyundai partnership.
The mountain we call Easter. That’s Columban College in the foreground.
Starting down the Motherfucker trail
Slow and steady is the order of the day
Looking back at the ridgeline from whence we came
What did you see? I saw dust.
Damn, now someone doesn’t have a pot to piss in
The steepest part came at the end.
But we all made it down and lived to tell about it.
We celebrated our success with lunch at John’s place
I had the steak lunch special for only 595 pesos.
A sunshiny hike, but an hour later it was pouring down rain. It didn’t last long, thankfully.

I got home a little later than normal and woke up from my afternoon nap off schedule as well. I rushed through my daily post here on LTG, showered, and then headed out for my beer time over an hour late. That’s okay. Swan joined me for the excursion, and we kicked things off at BarCelona.

A cold beer and the memory of having climbed that ridge earlier in the day.
Another BarCelona view. What a difference a week makes.
Remember this? When it rains it pours and that blows

After our fill at BarCelona, we headed to Myleen’s for dinner.

Swan says the lasagna is great
And I enjoyed my enchilada platter

Two slices of freshly baked pumpkin pie to go for dessert. A rare find in the Philippines.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. Owner Dave stopped by my table and informed me that the price of my beer was now 450 pesos. Ah, the fame that comes with living in a small town. It’s all good. Aine walked by and said hello, but kept walking. We didn’t call her back. Funny how that works.

Another fine day in paradise came to an end with pumpkin pie a la mode in my belly and my sweetheart beside me. Life is good.

Facebook reminds me of the good life I had in South Carolina eleven years ago.

Ah, the life of a darter. All things must pass, I suppose.

I’ve never been shy about questioning authority. Especially when the folks in authority are almost always wrong.

Precisely. Wake up, sheeple!

Tomorrow’s SOB is at La Oficina, and I’m planning to attend. So, today’s YouTube video is a taste of what most of my readers will be missing:

Let’s take a crack at being funny:

As hard as it may be to believe, I am worse at math than English.
That’s okay, as long as the beer is cold
Got to fill that void!

Alright, another day, another post. I’ll be back with another one tomorrow.

A Tuesday whine

Made it through another day with only one complaint. I’ll get to that in a minute, but let’s get the boring stuff out of the way first.

On the way to Royal for groceries, I stopped at the Ulticare Hospital to pick up my bloodwork results and x-ray. With those in hand, it is now just a matter of getting some face time with Dr. DeLeon for her interpretation. My breathing issues have all resolved, but I’ll try for a consult on Friday afternoon to see if there is anything going on inside of me I need to know about.

No issues with the ATM cash infusion or shopping to report.

Back home, I boxed up my portable nebulizer. One of the benefits of my recent return to healthy breathing is not needing to nebulize. I still have my home version should I need it in the future, but I promised to gift the other to a peanut vendor in town who has had some health issues recently. Emanuel messaged me on Monday, reminding me of our agreement, but I was already at the Hash, so I couldn’t meet up. I know he lives in Calapacuan and walks into Barretto daily to sell his wares. So, I sent him a message that I’d be at the 7/11 on Baloy at 4:30. I didn’t hear back from him, but I carried the nebulizer with me anyway.

I’ve helped Emanuel out in the past with some medical expenses. He’s a good guy, and I respect that he works hard to scratch out a living.

As me and Swan began our walk to the Snackbar (next door to the 7/11) we heard some noise coming from the weeds near the road.

This little kitten was mewing loudly. No other cats around, so presumably he got lost or was abandoned.

Swan went back to the house and fetched some dry dog food, a leftover chicken wing, and some water. When she tried to place it in front of the kitten, it scurried further back into the weeds. So, we just left the food there and continued on our way. I’m not a cat person and already have a house full of dogs, so adoption wasn’t really an option. Sad, though.

We arrived at Snackbar and ordered our usual beverages: Zero for me and wine for Swan. This used to be one of my regular hangouts, but times and circumstances change. I still recognized a couple of the waitresses and bought the one serving me a lady drink. I also had the waitress go to the 7/11 to get her and her workmates each an ice cream cone. I had two more beers while waiting to hear from Emanuel, but still no word. Welp, it was time for us to move on, so I asked to bill out.

Here’s the part where I whine. The bill came to over 800 pesos, about double what it should have been. Looking closer, I saw Swan’s single glass of wine billed at 450 pesos. Excuse me? I had just bought a whole bottle of wine at Royal for 300 pesos. The most expensive bar in town for wine (Sloppy Joe’s) is 200 pesos; the other bars we frequent are 150 a glass or less. I was more than a little pissed and let it be known I wouldn’t be back. Again, I’m not blaming the waitresses; they have no control over the pricing. However, Snackbar is a discount venue and advertises having the least expensive beers in town. It seems reasonable that they could have warned me of their expensive wine, but then, I should have asked. Swan asked to see the wine bottle and took a picture, and then we left, me still being in a huff.

The wine that made me whine. Swan checked on the Internet and said a bottle sells for 2000 pesos. That means the pricing at Snackbar wasn’t gouging, but it’s still surprising they would serve this at a hole-in-the-wall joint next to a 7/11.

We made Outback our next stop and sat at the pool bar.

I’ve become a bit of a litter connoisseur. On the way to Outback, I spotted this gem on the side of the highway. I’m not sure when I last saw a Monopoly board, but seeing a piece of one as litter was a first.
Our beach view from Outback

So, while I’m enjoying my beer and view at Outback, I made a Facebook post:

Tell me you don’t want me as a customer without telling me you don’t want me as customer. Charge me 450 pesos for a glass of wine. Goodbye!

I did not name Snackbar in my post or respond to comments asking where it happened. Again, I was as much to blame as anyone, and I wasn’t going to trash the bar for my mistake. The owner messaged me later, apologizing for the misunderstanding. I suggested she warn customers of the price in the future, or better yet, buy a cheap bottle of wine at Royal like I do.

Okay, end of whine. I promise.

I also messaged Emanuel from Outback just to let him know where we were if he was in town. To my surprise, he showed up less than a minute later. It turns out he was inside the Outback bar selling his wares. Was that a coincidence or divine intervention? Either way, I handed off the nebulizer, and Emanuel was happy with his new tool. I also bought some peanuts for the girls at the inside bar (he’s not allowed to sell at the pool bar for some reason).

We did our nightcap at The Green Room. When we arrived, Jim, the manager, came to our table immediately to advise his wine was only 120 pesos a glass. Yep, he’d already seen my Facebook post. That made me laugh. We had a nice time with our regulars there (Swan enjoys chatting with Chu and Lea). Next we grabbed some takeout at Sit-n-Bull and headed for home.

And that was the end of Tuesday for me.

I’m loving the political memes these days:

It’s what this wannabe is famous for.

Oh, and the audacity of lefties calling JD Vance “weird” has really backfired:

Let’s have a vote. The least weird wins.
Every picture tells a story

Ah, to the memories for a moment or two:

From the Westminster Facebook page. I worked here for a while when I was in high school. Some of the stories I could tell from the kitchen would make you glad you never ate here.
There was a family reunion at the Kern River in California around the turn of the century. I believe this is the last time we were all together at the same time. Mom and Dad are long gone, but me and the bros are still in the game.

I’m in a hurry today, but here’s the latest YouTube from one of my favorites, The Filipina Pea. I haven’t had a chance to watch this one, but I will. The topic looks too good to miss!

And some down and dirty humor:

Whatever makes her happy
Very punny!

I’m late for beer o’clock and haven’t even showered yet. Damn. More to come tomorrow.

Every which way but loose

I took a hybrid approach to yesterday’s Hash, taking the My Bitch trail from my house to the On-Home at the end of Rizal Extension, a tad over 3K. Pubic Head and Buddy Fucker also left from their houses, and we met up along the way at mountain mama Onelia’s place. In an unheard-of precedent, Vienna Sausage laid a trail that was only 2K in length, although it did feature a couple of hill climbs. We encountered several of the hard-core Hashers who had hiked the trail and then walked it again in reverse to get some more distance in. The last portion of my hike was the beginning of the “official” Hash trail, so technically, I did part of it at least. And my trail was longer, so there!

But I wasn’t done yet. I had a few beers at Tiny Cunt’s house (the On-Home venue) but departed just before the Hash circle began. I walked the 3K back into town and had dinner and some more beers at our traditional after-Hash hangout, It Doesn’t Matter. The other Hashers rolled in about an hour after my arrival. After drinking my fill, I popped into Myleen’s and grabbed a couple of slices of apple pie to share with Swan at home.

And that’s the way I rolled yesterday.

My house to the On-Home via the Bitch
This cutie and her mama were on the way to the creek to do laundry and fill the water jugs. I was glad to sweeten her day with cookies and lollipops.
The view from here
Waiting for the other alternative Hashers at Onelia’s place
Here come Buddy Fucker and Pubic Head
And here come the Gash
Doing it our way
The Kalaklan Ridge I sometimes climb
Kinda sorta a bay view
And there’s that mountain I like
Proof that we did, in fact, do some of the Hare’s trail. In reverse, but still…
We also passed MJ’s place (the widow with kids I’ve been helping these past few years). As you can see, she experienced a landslide during last week’s storm. She was pretty upset about it, but I pointed out that her house was still intact. At least until the next storm.
And On-On we go to the On-Home
The pre-Circle beer drinking portion of the Hash.
No Circle for me, though. I headed for IDM and enjoyed a tasty chicken burger when I arrived
I saw this Jeep Grand Cherokee on the way to IDM. That’s what I drove when I lived in Virginia. One of my favorite vehicles ever.

And speaking of memories, the Westminster Facebook group I belong to posted this old photo of our high school swimming pool.

In summertime, the pool was open for the community. I took a few plunges from that high dive back in the day.

A more recent memory was from seven years ago, when I took my nephews on a bar crawl in Anjeong-ri.

Shooter’s Bar was one of my favorites in those days

Today’s YouTube video recounts the vlogger’s experiences as a newbie in the Philippines. Some good advice is to bring in fresh hundred-dollar bills. Most exchanges will not accept old versions or any writing or other damage. I made that mistake the last time I brought in dollars, and I have several hundred that no one will take. You can also enjoy the street scenes of downtown Cebu during the narration.

Maybe these will make you smile:

Funny how that works
The dog is Lucky to have a Buddy like that.
That’s a logical question

For some reason, I thought of the Eddie Rabbitt song, Every Which Way But Loose, today. I enjoyed Rabbitt’s music back in the day, but I don’t think I ever purchased an album. I’d also forgotten that he died back in 1998. But he lives on through his music. Thanks for that, Eddie!  

A Sunday funday

No drama, just a few intermittent rain showers, and lots of quality time with Swan. I’ll call that a win. As to what actually did take place, there was the regular Sunday Candy Walk, the Hideaway feeding, dinner for two at John’s place, and hanging out at It Doesn’t Matter with some friends I hadn’t seen for a while. I’ve got pictures to share, so let’s get to it!

The Candy Walk is getting to be pretty much the same old same old, but not in a bad way. I decided to document the route we walked along with some views I found of interest. Here’s how that came out:

Leaving home on Bryce Street
To the end of Roosevelt
Up Grand Canyon
And onto Alta Vista
Taking the back path out of Alta Vista subdivision
As far as I can tell, none of the dirt roads and paved streets in San Isidro have names. So, for purposes of this post, I’ll number them. This is NN #1 (no-name #1)
NN #1 got a tad muddy in places
A stroll down NN #2
And our first candy delivery at the end of the road
NN #3
Then NN #4 to Marian Hills
NN #5 in Marian Hills. I have no idea why that chicken was crossing the road.
Still in Marian Hills on NN #6
Out of Marian Hills on NN #7
These are our regulars and they were standing there waiting when we arrived. I still haven’t figured out how they know we are coming. Radar love?
The tree-lined NN #8
Speaking of trees, I was saddened to see one of my favorites was downed in the recent storm.
That’s how it looked last month. I was impressed with how it grew sideways out of the embankment, then stood up tall and proud. RIP!
Despite its appearance, NN #9 is one of our busy streets for kids
Working the rice field
Another muddy passage
NN #10. A mama came out to say a couple of our favorites were still in church. We left their candy with her.
NN #11 was also quieter than usual
NN #12. An old man in obvious distress (I was shy to take his photo) asked Swan if she could help with the purchase of medicine. We gave him 500 pesos.
NN #13 is by far our busiest street for satiating the sweet cravings of children
Several groups like this along NN #13. They are always polite and thankful, unlike those brats we encountered on Saturday.
A stroll on NN #14
This guy was cutting branches. Glad he missed me!
NN #15. The candy held out this week so our regulars were not disappointed.
NN #16 is usually our last street of the day
Heading back to Barretto on Sawmill Road
Back to the National Highway. We caught a trike at the 7/11 on Baloy Road for the ride home.
And that’s what a Candy Walk looks like

The usual afternoon at home enjoying watching the rain showers from inside the house. And my lazy boys:

Buddy boy
And Lucky boy

The Hideaway feeding went according to plan. Still only four gals working, so fewer mouths to feed. Only one other customer during my visit. I’m not sure how they are paying the rent.

Two of the feedies. One doesn’t look all that happy.
But she was full of Joy. Off to the left, you can see the brownies I baked for the occasion. With only four to be fed, I’ve just been bringing a box of Choco Pies for dessert lately.

I only spend about an hour at Hideaway once a week, and that’s more than enough for me. The music is good, so there’s that. Otherwise, the place is a bore—at least when I’m there.

With my Hideaway duty completed, I crossed the highway and headed up to John’s place. John was relaxing in his recliner on the second floor, and I asked if the open-air area upstairs was available. He called the waitress over, and she said it wasn’t set up for customers. To his credit, John told her to set it up then. Turns out I was the first person to use the third floor in six days.

An open-air venue doesn’t fare well in a typhoon, but the waitress had things back in place quick enough. Good thing, because another couple came up to dine while Swan and i were eating.
I enjoyed watching the clouds dance with the mountain from my usual perch at John’s.
Swan raved about how good her roast chicken salad tasted
I briefly considered ordering a steak, but opted instead for the best pulled pork sandwich in town. And yes, I dumped that coleslaw on top of the pork where it belongs.

After our dinner, we walked to IDM for our nightcap. We weren’t there long before Chris and Shie made a surprise appearance. I used to see them out and about two or three times a week, but since moving to Santa Monica, they stay home most of the time. It was nice to catch up with them again.

Good times!

We stopped at Myleen’s after IDM and grabbed some pecan pie to bring home with us. A sweet ending to our Sunday, for sure!

Facebook memories provided this reminder from nine years ago of that special kind of Seoul summer:

Of course, the Philippines says: “hold my beer, I’ll show you humidity!”

Seven years ago, I was crushing on Mi Young, the only gal I met in Pyeongtaek that really tripped my triggers. Alas, the feelings weren’t mutual. Although we have maintained a friendship on Facebook.

A good-hearted woman I met in a bar. She was a trained dental hygienist, and I was happy to give her a recommendation for a job at the dental clinic on base. The year after I left, she was awarded the Camp Humphries Volunteer of the Year for her work with animal rescue.  

If you enjoy watching province folk fishing, today’s YouTube video is for you. (Sorry, just didn’t see much else of interest today).

On to the humor we go:

I’m not a gynecologist, but I’ll have a look
Bet you didn’t see that one coming

It’s Hash Monday, and I’m on the fence. The trail starts and ends at the end of Rizal Extension. A pain in the ass to get to, and worse, to get back from, especially after drinking. Vienna Sausage (Guenter) is the Hare, and his trails are nothing I look forward to. So, one option is just to skip the Hash today altogether. Another option is to hike the My Bitch trial, which ends at Rizal Extension, hang out at the On-Home (Tiny Cunt’s house) for a bit, skip the circle, and walk back to Barretto before it gets dark. At least it’s not raining. Yet. Check back tomorrow to see what I decide.

Deflation on the beach

A day without storms does not mean a day without rain. And that’s okay. The best part of this time of year is that the skies are overcast, and it ain’t so damn hot. If you get hit with a few raindrops along the way, so be it.

Swan joined me for my Saturday walk, so it wasn’t standard or solo. She brought some candy along, and we headed out in search of children to sweeten their day. The mission was mostly accomplished, although we did encounter a large group of unruly kids who were rude and grabby. Swan eventually had enough of their selfishness, and we walked away, never to return. That’s a thankfully rare occurrence, but it did kill the joy of our candy walk.

We began our trek in the little village right outside the gates of Alta Vista
The day’s first chocolate delivery
Smiles are like sunshine
It was good to see the floodwaters in Santa Monica subdivision had receded
That’s how it looked 24-hours earlier
That’s as close as we got to Easter Mountain on this walk
Here comes the rain again
A bay view from Matain
Life’s a beach sometimes
In the maze of those narrow Matain residential passageways
I took Swan to see the old abandoned Paradise Resort, which had been shut down since the 80s.
The Paradise beach
A Swan amongst the boats
Heading for trouble
I had a bad feeling this wasn’t going to go well
Under siege. It got worse, more and more kids came. Then the older ones started pushing the younger ones out of the way and trying to get seconds. Poor Swan finally gave up, shouted “Enough!” and retreated back up the alley.
Back on the highway in a heavy rain shower
Another funeral banner. She made it to 86! My hero!
A new cafe. At first I thought it was an awful spelling of coffee table. Then I got what they were trying to convey–coffee and tea. Not sure how you’d pronounce it, but it must sound terrible…
A 5K stroll when it was all said and done.

That took care of those morning hours. When beer o’clock rolled around, we headed for the highway. The first Jeepney to come by was full, so I splurged for a trike ride out to Kon-Tiki (150 pesos). I was very curious to see how my favorite beach bar did in the storm. I wasn’t even sure they would be open. It turns out that the water never breached the premises, but there had been no customers at all during the week until just before we arrived.

Yes, the name is indeed hyphenated. My bad.
A ship making its way to sea. Wait a minute, something is missing…
Where is the inflatable island? (I took that photo last week)
Oh, there it is. Our waitress said the structures were deflated and brought ashore prior to the storm.
I’m glad our venue came through unscathed. I’m hearing there is another storm brewing and heading our way this weekend.
There were four foreigner customers dining in the back
But we came for the beach
Such as it is
Let’s eat!
Mac and cheese for Swan
I did the chicken fajitas with a side of tortillas again.
This is the room at Samba Resort we want to rent for a beach getaway. One of these days.

When it was time to head out, we crossed the highway and caught a trike back to Barretto. In an odd coincidence, we had the same driver as last week. Still, he knew we were going to Wet Spot for our nightcap, so that was easy. Another happy ending to a Saturday in paradise.

When I took my shoes off yesterday, I couldn’t help but notice just how much I’ve changed.

I identify as multi-colored. Don’t be a hater!

Facebook reminds me that nine years ago, I purchased my last car.

Drove it for three years, and other than replacing the transmission, it got me everywhere I wanted to go without a problem. I sold it $500. just before I moved to the Philippines.

Today’s political viewpoint:

Will the powers behind the throne really allow Trump to win?

English is my first language, but I’m still learning it.

Just the kind of mistake I’m prone to make, whether it be through ignorance or apathy.

Which ten countries like the Philippines the best? Watch today’s YouTube video to find out.

Humor me this:

I’ll take a putt on this one
The nice thing about losing your memory is everything seems new again. Sorry if I’ve posted this one before.
He’s got a point. Not driving in the PI was one of my better decisions.

Alright, it’s Sunday afternoon now. Next up is the Hideaway feeding, then dinner at John’s place with Swan. More to come tomorrow.

Yes, more morning and afternoon rain showers. That’s okay, as long as they keep coming in small doses.

Fun on a dirty beach

A break in the rain and a dash to Baloy in search of some Friday night goodness.

We encountered another downed tree in Alta Vista
We made it to McCoy’s just before the rain started again
A rainy-day view from McCoy’s.
I met this guy and his wife a few months ago. They met when he was a sailor; she worked on the Navy base. They are still married after all these years. We had a nice chat about the state of politics in the USA. He’s heading back next month to sell everything he owns and move here permanently.
A break in the rain and a walk on the beach. All that crap in the flooded rivers runs into the bay, and high tide leaves it on the beach.
See what I mean?
The stormy waters of Subic Bay
Our next stop was Kokomo’s. We hadn’t been for three weeks or so, and they were happy to see us again. We were pleasantly surprised that they had finally stocked some San Mig Zero beer and the brand of red wine that Swan prefers. I bought drinks for everyone to celebrate the occasion.
It had been a long time since my list visit to the Lagoon Resort. I used to play darts here back in the day, but since I quit the game I haven’t had much reason to come here.
Swan likes live music, and I saw on Facebook that this duet was playing last night. Hence, the surprise visit. Swan was pleased.
Swan dropped a hundred pesos in the tip box. They were good singers, and almost every song was one I liked. There were no live instruments (unless you count the tiny snare drum), but the music was appropriate for the venue.
I ordered the Irish beef stew for dinner. The beef chunks were tender and tasty.
Swan had chicken cordon bleu. She said it was good.
And that was our night out on Baloy Beach

The major storm has now passed, but we still got rained on during the morning walk. The flooding has all receded, and life is getting back to normal—at least until the next typhoon gives us a blow job.

Places I’ve lived: Garden Grove. Westminster. Huntington Beach. Midway City. Prescott. Monroe. Fort Smith. Van Buren. Poteau. Columbia. Lexington. Stafford. Arlington. Seoul. Pyeongtaek. Olongapo. Facebook Memories had a post from seven years ago where I posted photos of all my old hometowns.

Garden Grove, California, where I spent the first five years of my life.

Today’s YouTube video has Reekay dispensing four pieces of advice for a happy retired life. I’ve adhered to them all more or less: I’ve left my working life behind, I have my hobbies, I have an active (walkaholic) lifestyle, and I’ve finally managed to escape the toxic people in my life. Now, let’s see how long I can stay alive to enjoy it all.

Humor time:

I’m a dick.
It only hurts until the pain goes away

Okay, I’m running a little late today. I’m thinking about doing a Kon Tiki visit this evening to see how they weathered the storm. Back with more tomorrow.

Elegy for a rainy-day

The old adage is true that when it rains, it pours
Even here in our little town of whores
But for the hardy among us, it's onward we march
Through the mud and the puddles and weather harsh

For we know what's coming soon enough
And the scorching heat will be just as tough
The misery that comes with being drenched in sweat
Will make us miss the rain and mourn its death

During a downpour, we may bitch and moan
But we'll look ahead and adjust our tone
For it won't be long until we again regret
Losing the comfort that rain begets

Be careful what you ask for, Mr. Kim!

Anyway, yesterday wasn’t as totally empty as I anticipated it would be. When I presented Swan with the option of staying in or going out, she said she wanted pizza. Hmm. I guess I could have ordered one for delivery, but then came an unexpected break in the rain, so I took that as a sign that Jesus wanted me to head into town and spend some money in the empty bars. And that’s just what I did.

We started out at BarCelona, and we were the only customers. Some beers, some wine, and a lady drink for our waitress, then we headed downstairs to Alaska Club. Once again, we were the only customers present. Greeted owner Jerry and enjoyed more beer and wine. The dancers on stage were actually making an effort to perform in unison, so I tipped them each 50 pesos for putting the moves on. Next up was Wet Spot, and no other customers were there except for us. Weird, but I guess the rain and flooding kept sane people at home. Waitress Irene got a lady drink, and thankfully, there was no sign of Aine. When the Sit-n-Bull waitress came around, we ordered our take-out food (pizza, lumpia, and a burrito). We also treated Irene to some chicken fingers. When our order arrived, we headed home.

On our walk into town, we encountered another downed tree in Alta Vista.
As often as they fall over, the trees split like this in the monsoon winds.
This is the rainy day view from BarCelona. The wind and rain resumed shortly after our arrival. The fronds on that palm tree give an idea of how windy it was.
Another view from BarCelona
Who’s the lucky guy?
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder. It’s an honor to have achieved “regular” status at Wet Spot.
Swan got her pizza
Naturally, she shared it with the downstairs crew
I enjoyed my beef El Padre burrito very much.

And so ended another day. Honestly, I think I would have been just as happy staying home. What the hell is wrong with me!?

It’s raining again today, but not constantly, and not as hard as the past few days. Perhaps this storm has finally died. I had planned on attending the SOB dance competition this evening, but it has been canceled for weather-related reasons. I’m not sure what my alternative plan will be, but I’m thinking we might head out to Baloy Beach and see if it is still there.

Facebook took me back nine years to the going away party for my pal Lonnie.

He was the President of the Seoul International Dart League and a very popular guy. He’s been teaching in Arizona since the move.

Then there was this memory from four years ago:

I don’t even remember her name. One of the few freelancers I’ve ever brought home from the street. At least I made her a smoothie before bed.

Ah, her name is Mary. I’d actually forgotten that brief period of drama she brought into my life. And then looking up the post I linked above, I came across this picture of the initiation of a virgin Hasher in July 2020:

She sure does look familiar! She never came back to Hash after that until we got together last year. Swan still rarely attends, but that’s okay. The Hash isn’t to everyone’s liking.

Maybe I should post this next to my laptop, but I doubt it would help much. I mean, I know what punctuation is; I just don’t always remember to use it properly.

Today’s YouTube video is about life in the Philippines from this particular vlogger’s perspective. Everyone is different, of course, and not everyone is suited to live happily here. There are all kinds of options, from city life to province life and everything in between. I’ve found my niche, and I’m happy with it for the most part.

And now for today’s dose of humor, such as it is:

That’s another of my old standard joke repertoire brought to life as a meme
Disney, I’m not sure this is the cum back you are looking for…
Caring is sharing

And that’s all for now, folks.

F the rain!

To hell with the flooding! Damn the wind! It was full speed ahead for four hardy Wednesday Walkers yesterday morning. We thought it would be a pleasant umbrella walk, but Mother Nature unleashed Typhoon Carina to make things a tad more challenging. We did a lot of wading through puddles, and the umbrellas were of little help in defending against the wind-blown downpours that never relented during the course of our journey.

In our defense, we did expect that the forecasted easing of the rain would occur early in our hike. So, we loaded up for the Jeepney ride to WalterMart in Subic town and walked back to Barretto from there, a wet trek of nearly eight kilometers. Swan surprised me by asking to join in, saying she liked walking in the rain. Be careful what you ask for, although, to her credit, she never complained. Taking photos in the rain is a pain in the ass, but between Scott and myself, we managed to snap these:

Ready to rumble!
Open up those umbrellas; we gotta cross the highway to catch our Jeepney
Waiting for a ride
The road ahead
In the Jeepney
A view from the Jeepney
Another view from the back of the Jeepney
Exiting the Jeepney at Waltermart
Shall we gather at the river?
Don’t want to trip and fall in!
Rollin’ on the river
Back up to the road we go
Walking the Govic Highway
A rainy Easter Mountain view
Every picture tells a story, but I’m not sure what this one is all about
That girl that lives in my house
He crossed the raging creek for some chocolates from Swan
We did a lot of zigzags to avoid the puddles
Looks like someone flushed the toilet
Now there is some serious flooding.
Too bad it is not a rice farm
That water must be very scared–look at it runoff!
We are not taking the steps today
Scott’s turn to bring up the rear
The Santa Monica subdivision is notorious for flooding. Yesterday was no exception.
They are excavating the crap from the riverbed so the water flows under instead of over the bridge.
Good luck with that
Just a few more inches and it’s on the highway
The mighty Matain River at flood stage
Ed is such a poser
There is nowhere for the runoff to go on streets like this one.
We had planned to lunch at Johansson’s but it was closed due to flooding
So we went to Mango’s instead. They were dealing with the impact of a typhoon high tide.
Cleaning up the mess
Big waves on the normally placid bay
This alert popped up on my phone during lunch.
But I enjoyed my Caesar salad anyway

I took a trike home and was thrilled to exit my soaked clothes.

I was on the fence about what to do with my Wednesday evening, but when there was a break in the rain around 4:30, I took it as a sign. Swan joined me on the walk into town, and only sprinkles fell on our heads. We had intended to visit BarCelona to start things off, but it was closed, so we settled for seats at Sloppy Joe’s. A couple of the other bars were also closed. There was a power outage earlier in the afternoon, and some venues just decided it wasn’t worth opening. Also, for staff living in flooded areas, getting to work would have been a nightmare (Olongapo City was hit especially hard, with some bridges closing and vehicles being stranded). Then the rain came back in full force, so we moved inside at Green Room next door.

Shortly into our visit to Green Room, the power went out again. Green Room does have a generator, so we weren’t in the dark for long. As usual, we shared some drinks with our regular waitresses. I was prepared to treat them to some food as well, but I was surprised to learn that Sit-n-Bull was closed. Apparently, their kitchen had flooded earlier in the day. I tried to call Shamboli’s to order a pizza but got a message asking me to try again later. I assume they were in the dark without power. I gave up the effort to have a good time around 7 p.m., and we headed home. Swan provided me with a plate of baby back ribs to quench my appetite. And so another day came to an end.

The Matain River as seen from my patio. Glad to see it is still within those concrete banks.

It’s been raining hard all day today as well, and despite my heroism yesterday, I haven’t left the house as yet. And I’ve pretty much decided to keep it that way. I’ve got cold beer in the fridge for emergencies like this. Tomorrow’s another day; we’ll see what it brings weather-wise.

The dead tree on the corner finally gave up the ghost.

I’ve not been tracking much news about the assassination attempt, but these questions do warrant an investigation IMHO.

The news cycle has moved on to the Dems anointment of Kamala as their unvoted for savior candidate. Hmm, maybe that explains it.
Eleven years ago, the LT Dan band, featuring Gary Sinise, visited Yongsan Garrison to entertain the troops. He put on a great show.

Today’s YouTube video shows some storm scenes from Manila. The impact was worse there, but then, everything is worse in Manila.

And now there’s this lame BS:

Yeah, I’ve been ghosted and it sucks
This is also increasingly true for me. I’m not sure how that works.
Let me grab a beer and think about this one.

Anyway, looks like it’s going to be a quiet day at home. Not sure what I’ll have to blog about tomorrow, but then again, that’s never stopped me before. See you then.

Rainy-day elegy

On and on it goes; when it ends, nobody knows. Everything has now reached saturation level, so let the flooding begin. Here’s how I spent my rainy Tuesday:

I was scheduled for the blood work and x-ray at UltiCare Hospital first thing in the morning. That meant a ten-hour fast the night before. No problem, really, because I’d spend most of those hours sleeping. I woke up during the night feeling hungry but reminded myself eating was off the menu. I tried to go back to sleep but later was tempted by a plate of snacks. It was only after I’d eaten a few that I remembered the fast. Damn, I was pissed at myself and the temptress. So pissed, in fact, that it woke me from the dream I was having about cheating during the fast. I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to extend those hours of denying myself all forms of food and beverage.

The actual blood withdrawal and chest x-ray went fine. I’ll make an appointment with Dr. DeLeon later this week to share the results. I was hungry when I finished the lab work, so I had my driver stop at the Maple restaurant on SBMA before heading to Royal for groceries.

My literal break fast meal was this sweet rendition of French toast.

Refilled my wallet at the ATM and brought home another week’s worth of groceries. Yeah, exciting stuff, but that’s how I roll on Tuesdays.

The usual filling-in hours back home, and then beer o’clock rolled around. Tuesday is the day I try and get Swan her beach fix, but where to go when it’s pissing down rain? I knew Baloy would be a flooded mess after two days of non-stop precipitation, and the limited options in Barretto weren’t appealing in inclement weather either. Hell, even The Rite Spot was a no-go in the wind-blown wetness. So, I made the command decision to stay home and plopped myself down on the patio.

It’s good to have options, especially when they include ice-cold San Mig Zero

I also took advantage of the rare evening at home and fired up the television. Tuned into Netflix and opened up the movie about the life of our future Vice-President–J.D. Vance. I had never considered watching Hillbilly Elegy until Trump made Vance his running mate. I rather enjoyed it, both from the historical perspective and as an inspirational tale of overcoming the hurdles that come with growing up poor in a somewhat dysfunctional family and still achieving your goals in life. And it seems Mr. Vance is just getting started. Give it a watch if you are so inclined.

I didn’t realize Glenn Close was in Hillbilly Elegy until I saw the credits at the end. I’m far from a movie buff, but I vaguely recalled her performance in Fatal Attraction back in the 80s.

I’d hit that
And that’s Ms. Close on the left in her role as Vance’s Mamaw.

Everybody’s so different, I haven’t changed.

Not a bad stay-at-home night. And the rain is still coming down today. We’ll see what I come up with this time.

She’ll blow it
Brain dead
So, it turns out Biden is still alive after all. Kinda sorta, anyway.

Today’s YouTube video is from the Filipina Pea. Apparently, there is a large outbreak of HIV here in the Philippines. Looks like maybe I found a steady girlfriend just in time. One less thing to worry about dying from.

A little something to smile about before I go:

I’m melting, I’m melting
Fill ‘er up!

I’m seeing a lot of Olongapo is flooded. I imagine the streets of Barretto won’t be holding up well, either. Should I stay or should I go? I’ll let you know what I decide tomorrow.

A rainy Hash day

No surprise that the weather was wet for yesterday’s Hash. And our Hash calendar dictates that we are “On-On” every Monday rain or shine. Yesterday was no exception to that rule. So, us Hares headed out to mark a rainy day trail at 11 a.m. We had two climbs. The first was mostly steps and paved. The second was up a dirt trail. I opted not to take that route; instead, I marked a street trail back to the On-Home venue at the One Three Resort. Both versions were just shy of five kilometers.

The rain varied in intensity throughout the day. I used shredded paper to mark the path and tried to find places to drop it where it wouldn’t wash away. Feedback from the Hashers was positive—the trail was easy to follow and a good one for a rainy day. That’s what this Hare wants to hear. I asked around and didn’t find anyone who said they had done the easy version I marked, but at least there was that option. Mission accomplished!

Our trail looked like this from heaven. The black line is the easy version.
My fellow Hares have a come to Jesus moment
Lots of the paved streets were flooded like this, so wading was the order of the day.
A rainy day vista
This down was more than a little slippery when wet
Puddle me this
I may have said this a time or two during the adventure
When push came to shove, the bay beat the river
The bay view from our On-Home venue
Finding some shelter from the storm
On the ice
I watched this boat taking on water during the heavy rains and wondered if it would flounder
This guy came to the rescue before that happened.

And that’s what our rainy day Hash looked like. We finished marking the trail just before one. The Hashers gathered at the starting location at two. The other Hares went to send them off, but I elected to just stay at the One Three Resort and wait for the group to arrive. The first of the runners appeared around three. So, I had a couple of extra hours to spend drinking beers. By the end of the Hash festivities, I was soaked in more ways than one. Coincidentally, Swan was visiting relatives a couple of doors away from the resort, and she joined me while I waited for the Hash to begin. Then, she returned afterward, and we rode home together in a trike—a nice finish to the day.

It rained all night and is still raining today. ‘Tis the season and all that. I’m still not longing for those scorching days of heat, but it is early yet. I might feel different come September.

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay offers three mistakes that will alienate you from the expat community. I don’t believe I’m guilty of any of them, and really, they don’t seem all that common or bothersome. I mean, it is pretty natural to be asked, “Where do you live?” I just give a generic “Alta Vista” response, and that’s no big deal. No one has ever tried to find me or just drop by without an invite. I’ve never dated anyone’s recent ex, and no one has dated one of mine that I know of. Again, I’m not sure why I should care. The borrowing money thing is situational. I think the expat community needs to stick together and help one another out in an emergency. But there’s a difference between asking for a medical treatment or paying a bar tab. Like I said, none of these have been a real issue during my six years as an expat in the PI.

The jokes are on me:

What a cut up
Short and sweet
Fuck this

Come on back tomorrow!

I don’t rue teens…

…but I don’t date them anymore, either. Now that I’m in a relationship, I take comfort in my daily routines. On Sundays, that means the candy walk with Swan, the feeding at Hideaway, and our weekly dinner date at John’s place.

The morning began with this rainbow view as seen from my patio

The candy walk was our regular (routine?) route through the streets of San Isidro. Once again, the kids were out in force awaiting our arrival—so many, in fact, that we ran out of candy two streets early. We felt bad for the ones we missed, but we’ll try to stock up more for next week.

Lucky says don’t let the door hit you on the way out
Let’s roll!
First customers of the day
Our regulars await
Pull up a chair and stay awhile
Looking to the East. Er…
One and done
The Marian Hills contingent
Hello, beautiful
Two of our favorites patiently await their weekly sweets ration
A girl on a mission
Come on down, we’ll wait
Mother and child
A newly opened sari-sari store and food stand
On a lonely street
And a busy one.

Another sweet Sunday morning.

The afternoon was also sweet and stormy. Used my umbrella on the walk to Hideaway, but took care of business. Speaking of business, the bar was surprisingly full yesterday. This was partly because of the pool league match but also because owner Griff was in attendance, and that brought his drinking buddies in. I got some suckers for the girls and told Griff I’d help attract more customers by posting on Facebook that the girls at Hideaway are happy to suck your lollipop. That earned me a laugh and a free beer!

Joy’s chicken breast from Jewel Cafe
Hand to mouth

Three (or was it four?) beers later, I crossed the highway to meet my sweetie for dinner at John’s place.

A John’s-eye view
Cheers, dear!
I came for the steak promo. My favorite cut is the ribeye, but damn, 500 grams at 4 peso a gram (over $35.) was more than I was hungry for. I did the USDA Oyster Blade (whatever the hell that is) instead.
While we awaited our food, the rain returned with a fury
Swan did a bacon wrapped sausage thing
Steak on a plate. Tender and tasty it was!
Here’s my review

We did our nightcap at Green Room, grabbed some pumpkin pie from Myleen’s, then headed home to end our sweet day. Crazy heavy rain throughout the night, and there is more on the way.

Just now as seen from the patio

This doesn’t bode well for today’s Hash. I’m one of the Hares today and marking a trail during a rainstorm is even more challenging than hiking the trail. Depending on how bad it gets, we may have to revert to a street walk. We’ll see how that goes.

The big news politically is that Biden has bailed from his failing re-election campaign, as I predicted he would. How he can remain President in his condition is a question his puppet-masters haven’t answered yet.

Let’s hope the American people have grown wiser this time. Kamala? I don’t think so.

For any of my readers who happen to be foodies, this post and photos from Kevin Kim’s meal prep for a work luncheon are not to be missed. I wish he offered delivery to the PI.

Kevin puts pulled pork AND cheese on his burger!

Facebook memories showing history repeats itself? Turns out, I was one of the Hares five years ago, too.

It was sunny when we marked the trail
But then turned into this. We wound up doing a bar crawl Hash instead of the trail.

Speaking of rain, it has arrived now. And today’s YouTube video doesn’t bode well for the pleasantness of today’s Hash adventure:

When it rains, it pours. Oh, well. We’ll figure something out.

You can either laugh or cry:

I’m more worried about slipping than tripping
I wish I’d thought of that!
I hope this doesn’t rub anyone the wrong way

One more to cleanse the palate of that nastiness above.

Is the Pope still Catholic?

Okay then, gotta prepare for whatever the immediate future might bring. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.

Adding an “S” to my Saturday

Another Saturday, another Standard Saturday Solo Street Stroll on the backroads of Barretto. Normalcy may not be all that exciting, but I’ll take it over feeling abnormal, that’s for sure.

The construction on the corner of my cul-de-sac continues to rise, albeit slowly.
Most of the walk was on paved residential streets, so this was a brief change of pace—also, a place to take a leak.
I wasn’t ready to rest, but it is nice to know there is a sofa available should the need arise.
Up the alley
And back down into Alta Vista
I made it back home just before the rain began
And Buddy and Lucky were there to welcome me back
I picked up the pace a bit, too. I do alright speed-wise on flat ground.
That old familiar path

That extra “S” I mentioned came about in the afternoon when Swan and I enjoyed an overdue foot spa/pedicure. I used to have this done once a month or so when I lived in Korea. These days, maybe twice a year.

A new spa called “Reflections” opened recently, so we gave it a try
The chairs were comfortable
Some kind of flower petals were added to the foot soak
Chillaxin’

The foot spa/pedicure was only 400 pesos for each of us, and the techs did a nice job, warranting a 100 peso tip to both. Maybe I’ll get back on a monthly schedule.

After putting my shoes back on, I took Swan to dinner at Myleen’s.

Swan had something called a samosa taco. I’d never heard of it before. Looks more like a Brit meat pie than a taco, but Swan said they were very tasty.
I did the enchiladas. I ordered beef, and the waitress returned and said only one beef was available. So, I had a combo plate with a chicken enchilada in the mix. Good, but spicy. I needed an extra beer to finish.

We finished our evening out at Sloppy Joe’s. While there, we saw Mike, my high school alumnus, walking by on the way to his car. Turns out he had gotten take-out from Myleen’s for dinner. I invited him to join us for a beer, and he agreed. We had a nice chat about the old days growing up in Southern Cal and some of our adventures at WHS. Mike’s life has been infinitely more interesting than mine. He was involved in the music business and managed several well-known bands. He also owned a couple of clubs in Orange County later in his career. He spent time living in South America before making the Philippines his home. One of the more interesting people I’ve met since moving here. And after the beers, we got a free ride home.

All in all, it was a pretty darn Sensational Saturday Spa, Supper, Sloppy-Sudsing, Sharing Stories kind of night. That other “S” word I experienced with Swan is just between us.

Ah, the memories.

Happy Birthday in heaven, mama. You’ve been gone for over thirteen years now, but you will always be loved and missed.

Seven years ago, we closed down our building on Yongsan Garrison, and the remaining members of the DHRM team moved to our new home at Camp Humphries in Pyeongtaek.

It was nice while it lasted and changed my life forever.

We’ll keep the mood light with today’s YouTube video. Enjoy the Wet Spot SOB (hey, another “S”) dance team doing their thing:

Maybe these will make you smile:

Beer before bed helps shut down that kind of thinking.
That used to be number #1 on my preferred ways to die. But after experiencing some post-sex breathing attacks, I don’t think it’s the way I want to go after all.
And you avoided sloppy seconds!

I’ve got the Hideaway feeding coming up, then dinner with Swan at John’s place. He’s featuring a steak special this weekend, and I’m feeling like a plate with an “S” on it tonight. I’ll show you what it looked like and tell you how it tasted tomorrow.

Upward and onward to higher steaks

It was a pretty darn special Friday featuring my return to the hills and a dinner gathering with my next-door neighbors.

The Friday group accepted my suggestion that we take the little-used path at the end of La Union Street to the top of the hill, then do a loop around on the My Bitch trail before coming back down in San Isidro. They also accepted my invitation for after-hike refreshments at The Rite Spot On The Roof.

The Friday group this week
Another dead person banner. This guy didn’t make it to fifty. Helps me appreciate the blessing of being old.
Let the climbing commence!
A view of Alta Vista from part-way up
A little steeper and longer than I remembered it being
The view from here
And the climb wasn’t over yet
On up! I was breathing hard, but not breathless. No way I could have done this climb a week ago. I was also coughing a lot during the climb and hocking out wads of phlegm. So, I think that was a good thing clearing that shit out of my lungs.
A view of Baloy from near the top
Checking out the Kalaklan Ridge. We weren’t up quite that high, but we had some altitude.
Ah, that’s more like it. Giving those tired lungs a rest.
The view towards Subic
A woodsy change of pace
There’s that mountain again
Rainy season brings the tall grass fields
Waiting for the slow guy at Four Corners on the My Bitch trail
A tree I fancied
Michael is one of the newer members of our group.
Onelia’s place on the mountain
What’s everyone looking at?
Oh, this
Marching onward
Another mountain dwelling
One more short uphill
And the down we go
A village on the hill
Post-hike R&R at the Rite Spot. My helper served up some chicken nuggets and squid rings to snack on.
Only five and a half kilometers, but both challenging and pleasant for an old fart like me. It really felt good to get high again.

When my hiking guests departed, I got busy in the kitchen.

Cornbread muffins and brownies were my contribution to the dinner party
Our gracious hosts for the evening, Jeff (a retired Marine Colonel) and his lovely wife Davina
A view from Jeff’s place next door to mine
Rain on the horizon. Will we escape it’s wrath?
Other guests included Alta Vista resident Maxil and his date, Gemma. Maxil is a Filipino-American. He used to live in Guam. Not sure what he did, but he built a mansion-like house in Alta Vista for retirement
My fellow Westminster High School grad Mike (on the left) re-introduced me to my old friend Fireball last night. Under Swan’s watchful (and disapproving) eyes, I limited myself to three shots.
Meat on the grill.
The rain did arrive, so we moved inside from the patio
Some of the fixin’s
Dinner on the plate. The meat was excellent and that twice-baked potato was also fantastic.
The female party goers
And us menfolk
Hey, it’s the Philippines, so you know karaoke was gonna take place
And yes, I serenaded my fellow guests
Jeff’s son challenged Matt to a game of chess. I haven’t played for years, but I know the rules and some of the strategies. That kid had Matt bleeding pieces and trying to escape checkmate.

Had a great time next door!

Today’s YouTube video has the Filipina Pea interviewing an immigration expert regarding how easy it is to be kicked out of the country and be “blacklisted” so you can never return. Piss off the wrong government official or even an ex-girlfriend, and you can be screwed. So, the advice is always to be respectful, so no one loses “face.” I’m reminded of what Loraine taught me when she was my “tour guide” all those years ago whenever I’d lose patience and get angry as a tourist: “Take a deep breath. Relax. Accept the Filipino way.” Advice I still implement on occasion.

Today’s attempts at humor:

I’m sure it happens all the mime.
I’m sensing a pattern here
Great show. I’ll leave it at that.

That’s all I’ve got for today. Let’s see what happens next.