Riga twice

Riga Twice

Riga put on snake oil liniment. Her left knee was hurting after a hard four peak hike. Ten kilometres of up down left right hiking joy. A wondrous time seeing the dawn mist over the valley. This part of Thailand was cool. The sea of clouds was something. Riga took photos and videos of it for her blog. She emailed Pedro the links. He was in Antarctica as a security detail. I miss his skinny Portuguese butt. I shouldn't of been a bitch with him. I know he never went away due to me. It was career enhancement. Just like my new blog. We both make good money. For this trip alone I'll make ten thousand. I wonder if I'm allowed to visit him? He said there's no direct flights down there. I'll ask him if they need extra staff. I can work there or take a holiday. Pedro you jerk! I miss you. What did you do to me? You should see the view here. I'm on the edge of a limestone plateau. The birds fly by below me into the mist. Lovely. Just think if we could both fly there. Like birds. Do you remember? We hiked thirty miles from here. The scenery is different. It's drier and not limestone peaks. Rolling green hills and forests. We made love by the river. You thought I was pregnant. Those were the days. Hard to think it was four years ago. My knee feels better now. I need to descend and eat at the cafe in town. Thai chicken curry is the best. I'll send you some hehe. Wish you were here babe. Riga on the peak.

10 clicks

10 clicks  

  

Hike the mountains do 4 summits

Start out with a bad knee

Wear your support all is fine

Except it's not fine far from it

Push yourself to the limit

Feel it after the hike

No sleep for days

Maximum strength pain killers

And snake oil linament

Feel the burn you're alive!

What a hike it was

World War 2 battlefield research

See the old bullets live and spent

Pretty green medicine bottles

Used for amphetamines sky high Japs

The big fat brown bottle turd coloured

See the old gun positions stop peak 1

3 more peaks follow all small terrible

Knee acting up now push on

Use up all my water

No worries a moped guys

Gave me a litre for a crystal

Passed half way mark the quarry

Have several rests under the trees

This isn't too bad cept when I move

My crystals back home

Head down the Holy Road

See my old mates talk history

One had war items

Give them me for the museum

History of the dead alive

No city crap stop the peak

Just me and my sore knee

Where's the 5 sexy gals when I need them?

Hike with me let's get it on

Another hike on the peaks

Riga closing

Riga Closing 

Riga closed varied things. From business deals to things with an ex. Business deals were a few as we're exes. Closure was needed to move on. One door closed another opened so the cliche went. It was always this way. Dress it up as you want. This was the way it was. A power structure of all. Do things the right way. How it was to be done. Meet four hot guys on the peak. Riga can do all things with them up there. And in a certain reality she does. But not this time. She declined and went up to the top alone. Not with them. She closed her own deal. Reaching the peak top. A deal closed to herself in her head. It was good to do her own thing when she wanted to. A nice what if with the guys. She would meet them again. Get their details then. Make love to them all. Not today though. There was no rush. Not on this. Riga climbed under the high hot burning sun. You are ill. Can die. A stroke! No. I will be fine. If I feel ill I'll go back down. No way. I'm up there or dead. No closed deal in my head. Even if my ticker stops dead! Riga closing deals. Back in work Riga closed deals. Got sales got money got incentive. Deal maker. One of the things Riga did. Riga the subject of these stories. Where was her ship and thet wayward Pedro? She wanted to tickle his balls. Would he agree? He had no choice. Another deal closed...

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January 2026 Mt Parawagan Trip

 

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I went quite early to hike Mt Parawagan. A peak of intense historical importance at Wawa/Montalban area. The road up is concrete or mud and easy in good sunny weather. It can take well over an hour. This depends on your pace. I know several people up there on the way to the heights. All are aware of the historical significance of that single peak and the surrounding ones. It was insane madness. Yet is was not made by Satan nor was it stopped by God. For Satan was weak that day and God was a bastard. The hand of Man acted with military weapons. Over a few weeks a dizzying battle took place. A catch-me-if-you-can kind of thing. You get caught then you fucking die. As Hiroshi died. How he died does not matter. What happened to his remains does. Along with 5,600 other Japanese combat troops and 106 Americans. It was war and those soldiers signed on the line and paid the price. Did they each have a penny for the ferry man? Where are their souls now? RIP the dead. Nippon and Yankees are equal in death. Enjoy Valahalla! The sadness that often overwhelms me up on Parawagan/Mataba etc is worse than any I ever felt before. Romance heartbreak/the death of a trusted friend/the death of parents, this is not comparable. For they are personal. This was simply beyond words, on a different level. Vangie gets it, Sayuri gets it. Most are not aware or simply do not care. Why? They have Miralco electric bills to pay (how can their price per fucking kilowatt be justified?). Others are more open to the important old events. It forever tied Philippines/Japan/America together. I had a nice meeting with six Filipinas and varied guys on the way to the peak. I was called from above to join them. Jeric's Store was above the road. We talked, chilled out, sang songs (Moscow Enter Sandman 1991 was mine), ate food. A shame of no hard core drinking. At this location where tens of thousands of Japanese/American/Filipinos died their souls needed a final lament. Yes we had fun, yes we made friends, yes my new friends learned of what happened here upon the heights of Mt Pacawagan (C for Charlie, this was the old name, not R for Romeo). Now the peak is viewing decks, holiday homes (the new white one is exceptionally beautiful) and camp sites. Maybe I will build a motorcycle factory up there?! Two separate people offered me to buy land there before. The land belongs to Mother Nature, God, and surely to the dead who were killed up there? Not to humans and a piece of paper. Each time I go there I pray for Hiroshi, for the war dead and for others. Including the small bad tempered one lol. Does it do any good? You tell me. Oh we had fun, I will climb more there. This peak has many untold stories. As do all the others. Each one a military battle site and graveyard of fucking killing. Death of the worst kind. I have the American and Japanese combat reports. Thanks Sayuri. It isn't nice. Like Mt Mataba where Japanese troops were blown up and sealed alive in tunnels. Go visit Mt Parawagan yourself. Enjoy tropical paradise. And remember the war dead. And be humble and pray for them. The Americans burned the dead Japanese soldiers with gasoline, the small was so bad. The bone fragments and teeth will still be there in the ash and soil. As will the unexploded ordnance. This still kills locals. War aint the fucking answer. Respect to my friend Sayuri for giving me all the Japanese war reports and telling me of your grandfather Hiroshi. He was a father already and died age 33 up there. You are his living legacy and have done him proud. Thank you for that. This makes my World War 2 war research worth it. It is for the soldiers. Not myself or any others alive now. It always was. Sayuri. You have an awareness no gal should ever have. Fuck the politicians. RIP the dead. Salute! Let's hike party and drink and more hehe \M/ 666 Rock n roll...