Sometimes life in the Philippines is just as simple as this. At 0400 I was on Face Book joking and chatting with a group from Dorchester Massachusetts, which is within the city limits of Boston. Now for those of you whom have met people from Boston, I’ll explain to you that they really weren’t from Boston, but from other parts of the Commonwealth that no one has ever heard about or would have a hard time pronouncing. We true “Bostonians” understand why they do it and don’t blame them. Sitting in a Bar in San Diego and someone will say; “Hey where are you from?” Answering Boston makes more sense than trying to explain Newburyport or Worchester to a stranger.
Boston’s population is only around 645,966 but the population swells with every “Masshole” you meet. BTW we can refer to ourselves as that, but not others.
But as my brothers and friends are suffering the Blizzard of 2015, I’m sitting in the tropical Philippines posting snow jokes at them. Now at 0600 hours my bride brings me a coffee and bagel smeared with Philly Cream Cheese. Bless her.
Coco the Flying Labrador and I have plans to walk up the road to the Barber Shop and lower my ears. As January is ending within a day and I get it cut every month. For some reason the dog enjoys this outing above all others. We go early in the morning as it’s an open air shop and the hair sticks to old sweaty Americans in the heat of the day. It’s a cultural thing. But at 50 pesos (Or $1.12) I’ll shower again when I get home. Mon-Gil has been cutting my hair for 10 years now and we never say a word to each other, but he seems to like my dog Coco. His wife thinks I should die my hair black, which is surprising since my hair has never been black. I’ll leave my eyes blue too.
My friend Don and his bride Teody flew into town from San Diego this week, and today we are going to step out for lunch and cocktails under the warm tropical Philippine sky. We are going to meet them in town as they have to visit family first thing in the morning and then have a lunch date so they can sneak away. We are having lunch at a place called “Meat Plus” which used to be a meat market, but is now a restaurant, and why change a perfectly good sign. But I do wonder how many tourists walk right by while looking for a good place to eat? I promised myself I’ve never point that out to the owner.
Texas Joe’s has the best burger on the Free Port? I promise you the double meat hamburger at “Meat Plus” will give them a run for the money, but to be fair they both are excellent. Meat Plus also has great Filipino food and is chock-a-block full of people at lunch every day. See the sign does work. So as Don and I destroy hamburgers, the ladies will have something wonderful to eat too. The care and feeding of your bride is important to your enjoyment of the day.
A new hotel was built on the water front but an old Navy tradition had to be torn down for that to happen, tucked under some coconut trees was a small Quonset hut called the Scuba Shack. This was a non-official Navy watering hole manned mostly by Navy Divers and members of “The Teams” but open to all. When the base closed it faded away or into the background but if you knew where to look you could find it. Someone carved out a small section of the hotel and built a beach bar and called it the “Scuba Shack” Being a born sceptic I was thinking that some Philistine had stolen the name and was trying to cash in. But the murals and life rings and Navy plaques were right out of the original building. It’s back. Here is a picture of some friends and I having an afternoon cocktail, just like we would have 30 years ago.
My Dream System of course wasn’t showing the Super Bowl, so it was off to Vasco’s on Subic Bay to see the game at 0730 Monday morning. Breakfast and football is not something to miss. Brian (The owner) could only find one satellite feed for the game but it was out of Taiwan and fully announced in Chinese. Mute the TV, turn up the music and watch the Seahawks snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. We the loyal fans of New England can never thank Seattle enough for that decision to pass the ball.
Not a bad weekend at all here in the Philippines.