Still going

The look on my face when the current me travels back to 1976 and tells the me at 21 about all the shit that’s to come over the next 50 years.

What a long, strange trip it’s been that brought me to this moment in time. Despite the scars, it is good to be here. I may not be making the most of it, but I’m doing the best I can, while I can. I’m not the man I used to be, but the man I am can still find pleasure in the simple things. That’s enough.

Here are a few pics I took on the Sunday Sweets Stroll:

Some ups and downs, but mostly flat.

Actually, it was flatter than usual. I’m still not feeling 100% right, and my lightheadedness and laziness lack of energy convinced me to forgo the stair climb near the end of the hike.

Caught this guy shamelessly stroking his cock.
Giving unto others is candy at its best.

It’s not about changing the world, just making it a little sweeter.

The Sunday routine still involves a trip to the Arizona floating bar.

A busy afternoon on Barretto Beach.
Waiting for my raft transport to arrive.
And unlike the previous two weeks, there were quite a few customers on board.
Surprise, surprise! They even had San Mig Zero. I asked the bartender where she got it, and she said, “The storage room.” Will that be the last Zero I enjoy in this lifetime? (besides the three others I had last night).
Oh, and this girl followed me there.
The sun, the clouds, the mountains, and the water.
Looking out at the Kalaklan Ridge.
I was curious about that group in the corner. Lots of younger Filipinos drinking large and expensive (frozen margaritas), a demographic you don’t normally see on the floating bars.

And then the big spender funding all that fun came over and introduced himself. Joe is a fellow retired American who has lived in the Philippines for several years, but moves around every few months. He said he came to Barretto four months ago because his wife is from this area. All those young Filipinos were the wife’s nieces and nephews.

Nice to meet you, Joe! We are now friends on Facebook, so we might have another meet-up one of these days.
The sun went down behind the clouds. Oh well.
The banana boats were out in full force.
Back on the beach.

Without our John’s place routine, Sunday dinner is hit-or-miss. I thought we’d do our Red Bar stop, then order something from Jewel Cafe for delivery there. But Red Bar uses the Foodies menu, so that was fine with us, too. Swan had kare-kare, and I had quesadillas and chicken wings. I didn’t think about taking a photo.

I’ve only had four of these so far. I’m such an American!

Then we moved on to Jumpin’ Jacks for our usual Sunday nightcap.

And as usual, we enjoyed the music and friendly vibes during our visit. We should really come here more often.

And so another day in paradise came to an end.

From the April 2018 LTG archives, I write about my goodbye weekend in Seoul in a post called “Letting Go.” Lots of good times and memories, including a final climb up to the Seoul Tower on Namsan with Kevin Kim, partying with the Shenanigans crowd, a dart tourney, recognition from the Seoul International Dart League, and a stroll along the Han River. Damn, I miss those days. But when one life ends, another begins. And here I am still living it almost eight years later.

In today’s YouTube video, Reekay discusses world events and their potential impact on the Philippines. Gas prices are up significantly, the dollar is worth over 60 pesos now, and China might be dissuaded from invading Taiwan (with the Philippines being collateral damage). Time will tell what happens next.

Please humor me:

Hard to argue with that logic.
You don’t have to shout about it, pussy!
I don’t get lit, either.

Another day, another post. When will it end? You never know.

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