Still ain’t done

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The truth will set you free.

I’m not going to waste a lot of your time today telling you about my yesterday. That’s what the pictures are for.

The Friday hikers took a Jeepney ride to Subic town and then walked the back streets home.
Off we go through the Earth Homes subdivision.
Getting off the pavement and onto a rickety bridge.
Through the fields we go.
Whoopie tie yi yo, get along little girlys
That “house” is a special stop for me.

Here’s the story behind the shack. Now, we only walk this way once a month or so. Kids are living there, so we’d do our cookie delivery thing. One day, we noticed the young mother wasn’t around, and the lola (grandmother) told us the mom had died and she was now taking care of the kids. She was very grateful for the cookies and didn’t ask for anything else, but it somehow didn’t seem like enough. I had a 500 peso note in my wallet, so I gave it to her. She almost burst into tears expressing her gratitude. Now, whenever we pass by and she is home, we make her day with a 500 peso gift.

A small thing for me means a lot to her. It’s my pleasure.
Walking by the dead.
That’s the top of Easter Mountain off in the distance.
Over the river.
Here comes that old fat guy.
Sweetness is goodness.
The last time we passed this way, we had to walk the wall because the path was two feet deep in water.
Local yokels.
The beginning of the only climb on our hike.
The view from the top. (Yeah, it wasn’t much of a climb.)
Nearing the end of our trek, we took a stroll through the Santa Monica subdivision.
Our 6.5-kilometer journey.

It was nice to have Scott along with us once again, helping me take these photos. (That’s a nice way of saying I stole some of these from his post.)

Our abbreviated Friday evening on the town looked like this:

A visit to the poolside bar at the Outback Resort. Busiest I’ve seen them in quite a while.
The view from our perch.
This sailboat cruised by, then dropped anchor. I assume they went ashore at Harley’s.
It must be dinner time, so we headed to Mango’s.
The view from our table at Mango’s. We did the pork chops again.

Swan has a friend visiting from Baguio, and they wanted to meet up with us in Barretto. The arrangement was to gather at Queen Victoria.

The Queen Vic lineup.

A busy night in the bar. Maybe the low season is finally coming to an end. Swan’s friend messaged that they had decided to go out to dinner instead of joining us. No big deal, I’m an early bird anyway, so we headed home a bit before eight.

I trust that recap wasn’t too painful for y’all.

Back to the August 2014 LTG archives, when some days were a little more interesting, like that time JR Pub in Itaewon banned “Africans” to stop the spread of the Ebola virus. As you might expect, all hell broke loose. It wasn’t one of my regular hangouts, but I weighed in on the controversy. I just checked out their Facebook page, and they are still in business.

Today’s YouTube video talks about what happens when you die. It doesn’t sound all that bad the way they tell it, but I’m in no hurry to find out if they are right.

And now for the cringe:

I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.
Might be time to get a newer model.
I see, the blind man said, as he picked up the hammer and saw.

Oh, well. It is what it is. And more is on the way.

4 thoughts on “Still ain’t done”

  1. Heard a new one the other day at Sloppy’s – a fleeder, aka a flip freeloader (a Filipina who is with a man just for his money). I could only chuckle and let out a little sigh while shaking my head and holding my beer. I mean, that describes them all so why have a term for it? What next, calling them brown?

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