I joined in with the Wednesday Walkers for yesterday’s hike. My participation was contingent on it being a primarily flat street walk. The other group members were amenable to doing so, and off we went. The route we selected was a little over 8K, but I figured I could bail if my leg started acting up. Almost from the beginning, I was feeling the pain and weakness that have become a sad fact of life for me. Early in the hike, our path passed right by my house, and I had to overcome the temptation to bail out. I’m glad I continued because after about 3K, I stopped thinking about the pain (or it went away) and enjoyed being back out and about. Here’s a slew of pictures of scenes I would have missed if I had given up:
I ended my hike at The Pub hotel where I booked a room for Wednesday and Thursday night.
1300 pesos ($26) per night. That’s an expensive cleaning. Water was hot and wet, so I’m not complaining.
The Wednesday feeding at Hideaway was a little off. One of the gals was celebrating her birthday, and by the time I arrived at 4:30, they were all well on the way to being drunk (they had a bottle and were making their own drinks). The table was already full of food and cake, but I contributed a platter of spaghetti to the mix. I stayed for about an hour then moved on to Cheap Charlies.
I did my nightcap at Wet Spot and called it an early night. Not a bad day all and all.
I have also booked lodging in Pundaquit (San Antonio) for Friday and Saturday. If I’m going to pay for a room to shower, I might as well enjoy a change of scenery while I’m at it.
I’m glad that it appears my walking days aren’t over just yet. I still don’t have the confidence to head for the hills though. The ups and downs put a lot more pressure on the knee weak point of my leg, and falling down out in the wild can have some dire consequences. Hopefully, things will improve over time, but for now I’m a flatlander. Just call me a road warrior!
Over the river
Still can’t believe that’s called a river.
I assume there must be some Korean missionary work involved here.
The blue-font Korean says:
“Let’s get to know Filipino history + culture! Mission(ary) study.”
A sad sight you see way too often here.
Yikes, that is one mangy fleabag.
I ended my hike at The Pub hotel where I booked a room for Wednesday and Thursday night.
In the comment I wrote but failed to publish, I asked why you didn’t just take a vacation for a whole week if you’re going to be water-less for that time. Kinda sucks to move in to a new place and immediately get hit with the water thing. Just a reminder that this ain’t the first world.
When do you plan to see the docs about your leg? Soon, I hope.
The entrance to Alta Vista looks like the entrance to a military installation. I bet they have a nice Officer’s Club.
The house pictured in the photo captioned, “a view from near my house”, looks like the Taj Mahal. Easter Mountain appears to be in the backyard.
That fella on the trike with all his wares for sale reminds me of Mr. Haney from the show Green Acres, if you remember the show. If you run into Eva Gabor at HotZone be sure to buy her a Lady Drink.
Cookies and goat milk. Yummy.
I think those trashy workers are flashing gang signs.
Peace Out!
Soju, yeah, the entrance is guarded, but this “gated subdivision” isn’t fenced. I know at least six other ways in on dirt footpaths. The community center (officer’s club) is okay, but you can’t get a beer or snacks there, so it is useless to me.
Years ago, I looked at that house as a potential rental option. They were only renting one floor–I wanted the top, and they wanted me in the basement. No thanks! Great view, though.
I’m old enough to remember “Green Acres,” but I had forgotten about Mr. Haney and his wares. Thanks for the reminder! I hope I don’t run into Eva Gabor–she died in 1995!
That’s one thing that surprises me about the Philippines. Despite the poverty and lack of law enforcement presence (you never see cops patrolling the streets), there is relatively little crime. I know I feel safer here than I would in just about any American city. They might have some gangs in Manila, but they rarely make the news through acts of violence.
Kev, during the rainy season, that river (the Matain River) has been known to flood. During high tide, the river water is blocked from entering the bay, and it’s got to go somewhere.
Yeah, in retrospect, this would have been a good week to get out of town. A few weeks ago, I considered doing the Puerto Galera Hash this weekend but couldn’t be bothered with the hassle of getting there. If I’d only known then what I know now. Woulda, coulda, shoulda.
It boggles the mind to think it takes a week to repair or replace the pipeline that services an entire subdivision. Welcome to the Philippines, where words like efficiency and competence have no meaning!
Hoping to see Dr. Jo early next week when she returns from her travels.