Port of Call by Al McDermid

The former U.S. Naval Station at Subic Bay in the Philippines was separated from its port town by a large drainage canal we called Shit River. On the base side, one found hot water, wide streets, cheeseburgers, bowling, all the comforts of home, a piece of ‘the world’. One the other side, Olongapo City; us and them, divided by a river of shit.

Floating in the river was a fleet of small boats, where young girls dressed as prom queens begged for coins with wide wire scoops; their brothers dove for the coins they missed. In those days, crossing that bridge was like crossing into another reality, and all of your senses were assaulted at once. From the stalls that lined the first block came the smell of who knows what kind of skewered meat roasting on small braziers.

And straight ahead was Magsaysay Avenue, an ignominious strip of bars, nightclubs, live rock, massage parlors, hotels, restaurants every night fermenting with corruption, love, militarism, sex, hustling, drunkenness, everyone looking for a good time, or a short time, or a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or a peso, a ticket to America, a blow job, or drugs to banish the clap.

After the base closed, Magsaysay was not even a ghost of its former self. The clubs that weren’t gutted were boarded up. Gone too were the prom queens, along with the slums on the river where they lived.

All gone, banished to the memories of aging sailors.

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17 responses to “Port of Call by Al McDermid

  1. Well-painted setting that stands still in the transition of time. Nicely done, Al.

  2. Wow, what a world. Great approach to the theme.

  3. So much detail in this. Great story, great way to show the borders between different worlds.

  4. Kelly

    prom queens bobbing on a river of shit – quite a microcosm here, not one I’m likely to forget anytime soon.

  5. I can smell it. That port may be gone, but there are many more like it. Love the image of the prom queens… too many American movies…. “fermenting with… a good time or a short time…” The transitory nature of life lived adjacent to a military base. Doris

    • many more, and I hear it’s still kind of a resort so not entirely gone. I haven’y been back since the mid-90s. If I hadn’t actually lived it, I’d call it surreal, but it only looks so from the distance of time.

  6. What a great use of this week’s them, Al! You are so inventive, creative and you have superb details in this piece.

  7. nice job, al. you painted a really visual feast.

  8. Steve Paschal

    Nice imagery…would no doubt be a great story evolution to a full length book. The paradox of old Asia.

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