There was a typhoon scheduled by the Pag-Asa (Weather Dept.) Supposed to hit on Saturday or within a day or two last week, here on Luzon (It’s not an exact science), what do you do? You could panic, and run in circles with your arms in the air shouting, Aye, Aye Aye trying to figure the three names that have been assigned to it by six different Countries, or just stock up on gas for the generator, or beer for yourself or better yet call some friends and go out for lunch!
Lunch will win every time with me, Randy Weis (AKA PapaDuck) and his loverly bride Anne, plus Anne’s Brother and Sister-in-law Rod and Pie are coming in from Manila Area (Cavite) to spend the day. Early morning phone calls informed me that they were on the way; I planned to meet them and bring them to our mountain retreat. Which began a comedy of errors that was no one’s fault except the highway system, it went like this; Phone rings, Hi Paul we’re in Lubao, I’m thinking oh, you took the National Road vice the Expressway, that’s fine. I’ll meet you in this location. Second call, we’re in Dinalupihan but what I didn’t know was they had now entered the expressway, heading toward the Subic Free Port. Third call we are at the Total Gas Station! Mmmm where the heck is that? Why it’s on the Subic Free Port, I explained to leave the Free Port and I’ll meet them on the outside under the expressway fly over. (In the Shade as the sun was still shining)
Off to Casa Mayang. The road was blocked to my street as they were working on it. This was not happening when I left 20 minutes ago. But no fear, we’ll take the long cut, which is 1.5 kilometers of bad road that will eventually bring you to Casa Mayang.
Short visit, meeting and greeting old friend plus Rod and Pie, our new friends and now off to the Loren Arms Deluxe apartments to meet up with Loren (AKA BigP) and Mercer Pogue, and have a tour of Pogue Mountain, the house they are building on the roof of their apartment complex.
Now it’s off to the Sit-N’-Bull restaurant in the Barrio, for great food and social interaction. The eight of us ate and joked and a good time seemed to be had by all. Next we as a group decided that we should drive over to Baloy Beach to the Wild Orchard Resort and have cocktails by the pool. Now Rod whose last name is Baloy had a fun time with the people thinking he was a member of the Baloy family who had owned the entire area in the distant past. Great fun with a driver’s license on a now rainy day.
The subject of our never ending search for the Blue Rock Girl came up, who is famous at the Blue Rock Resort on the water, so we moved to there. As on many-many other occasions she was not in attendance. But the bartenders were hard at work, so time and the trip had not been in vain. The ladies were well fed, and as most men married to a Filipina will know, that is the first requirement for a pleasant afternoon of shooting the breeze and male bonding. So along with our cocktails and beers, the ladies had their coffee or Mango Shakes.
By now the rain was coming down hard, but an important rule in the Philippines is to never go anyplace that the roof leaks. This rule is not carved in stone, but is learned through experience. The four ladies then informed the four guys that it was time to put this parade to bed. Wisely we quickly agreed.
The following day, all members of our group are where they should be, and now the fringe of that multi-named Typhoon decided to visit our area. We didn’t receive much wind, but the rain never stopped for the next two days. I love mountains and gravity as I watched torrents of water spill out of out oversized storm drains onto the new road and down the hill.
So one more time; when an impending calamity threatens you, call some friends and go to lunch. I did that in Puerto Rico and when I returned my house and bar were gone. Now I love height not beach front.
The Blue Rock Floating Bar, is taken ashore during the Typhoon season, that kinda’ makes sense!