Ten for us? Roger that.

The highlight of my yesterday was a 10K hike from the Waltermart in Subic town back to Barretto on the highways and byways and backroads between there and here. I’ve got the pictures to prove it which I’ll get to in a minute.

The other thing that happened is I met the owners of the newest bar in town. Actually, it’s an old bar known to most as T-Rose. T-Rose closed several months ago and a new bar opened in that location called McCoy’s. That venture only lasted a couple of months. In fact, it is the place I was singing in just a couple of days before they closed. Not that one event has anything to do with the other.

Anyway, I was walking by last night and noticed that the lights were on, so I popped in. I met Bob and Cliff, the new proprietors, who informed me the bar was not technically open yet, they had unlocked the doors so the dart league team (from the McCoy’s days) could play their scheduled match. Still, they invited me to have a seat and a beer and that’s what I did. It’s Bob’s first time in the bar business, but something he’s dreamed about for years. He said the deal they got on taking over the lease was too good to let pass. Bob says profit isn’t his motive, he just bored with being retired and the bar will be more of a hobby project. We did share stories of our customer experiences in other places and I think his philosophy will be consistent with what I like in a bar. I also like that he will emphasize good service. One way he will do that is by motivating the waitresses by allowing them to keep the tips they receive. This shared tip jar thing most bars use has long been a pet peeve of mine. If I can’t tip the gal who serves me, I’m less likely to tip. I think this is a good strategy which will benefit the staff and the customers. We’ll see.

I asked Bob the name of the place and he responded “it doesn’t matter”. I’m thinking that of course, it matters. When he saw my look of confusion he clarified that the name of the bar is It Doesn’t Matter. Ha! I like his sense of humor and wish him well. I’m looking forward to becoming a regular there. And anytime someone asks me where I’m going to be drinking, I will enjoy matter-of-factly answering “it doesn’t matter.”

To the hike, then:

Our mostly paved and relatively flat stroll.
Gathering up at our meeting point outside Alta Vista. Six of us altogether yesterday.
We had planned to travel out to Subic town via Jeepney. This one pulled over but didn’t have room for all of us. A few minutes later a commuter bus came by and we flagged it down. Much more comfortable for just a few pesos more.
It turned out to be an expensive ride for me though, and this picture captures that story, You can see the bus pulling away in the distance. And that’s me with my hands in my pockets realizing that one of my new vape pens must have fallen out of my pocket and onto the bus seat I was occupying. That’s $20. down the drain.
Nothing to do but march on…
Passing by Fiesta Homes, a large subdivision of relatively inexpensive homes catering to the working class Filipino.
A jampacked trike stand.
On the open road, that road being the GOVIC highway...
The turn-off for Naugsol. Seeing as how I’m a slow fuck, the other guys are waiting my arrival at the junction...
A rare sight indeed–trash in bags! Actually, those were recyclables and this is a way to scratch out a living.
This may be my favorite picture of Easter mountain.
Another junction, another group shot of impatient hikers…
Look at those smiles!
Baby says “I can open these!”
A riverside stroll…
The last time I crossed this bridge I swore “never again!”. I kept that vow yesterday.
Yes, this is much more to my liking…
Speaking of bridges, this one is a bridge to nowhere. They were in the process of building a bypass highway to Tibag. Then someone in the Transportation Department determined that such a route was “unfeasible” Hey, that’s the kind of government efficiency that makes the Philippines the Philippines.
You can bank on it…
And I ain’t last no more!
Another perspective on Easter mountain.
Riverside living,,,
I never saw a purple carabao, I never hope to see one…But lots of these black ones around.
The old dirt road…
Time to harvest those mangoes. Biggest damn ladder I think I’ve seen…
Hurry up, guys! I’m thirsty…
Cheap Charlies at last!
Ah, the pause that refreshes!

So, that’s the way it went down. As usual, thanks to Scott for most of these photos.

This afternoon I’ll be attending a birthday party out on Baloy Beach. Should be a good time.

Later, gators!

3 thoughts on “Ten for us? Roger that.

  1. Nice walk—very much in the style of the Four Rivers walk here, albeit with a bit more road and a bit less paved trail. Enjoy the party!

  2. I am sure the same saying holds true in the Philippines as it does in Thailand – “If you want to make a million dollars owning a bar, start with two million……….”

    Good luck to them however. Hope that they are at least able to break even, as that sounds like it would be a “win” for them.

  3. Brian, yeah, I’ve heard that saying many times here. If I understood correctly, their rent is only $300. a month. With low-overhead and a good business plan, I’d have to think breaking even is an achievable goal. They have an outside/streetside bar area which is where I’ll be hanging out when I visit.

    Kev, I never did the Four Rivers, but yeah, sometimes it’s nice to change it up and do a pleasant and comparatively easy hike that doesn’t involve climbing hills and then slipping and sliding back down them!

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