Disillusioned. Disappointed. Drenched.
Yeah, shortly before the Hash I got the distressing news that my new potential sweetheart would not be joining me as promised. Cherry’s reasoning for ending our budding romance was particularly disappointing–some utter bullshit about me having a supposed relationship with my domestic helper. Although it is good that she revealed this unacceptable aspect of her character before I invested much time and effort with her, I’m left feeling somewhat disillusioned about the jealous nature of the Filipina heart (you may recall that Marissa had made similar accusations). Anyway, this all left me in a foul mood at the Hash but it was time to move on-on without her. And so I did.
Yesterday’s trail was not too difficult but alas, it was abbreviated. Mother nature interceded with some heavy rain and lightning. It didn’t seem prudent to be walking along the ridge of the mountains, so I headed back down to the On Home venue. Got soaked to the skin along the way. Drenched.
The obligatory “on-on” shot…
A good portion of the trail was on the streets…
….and in the alleys about town.
But soon enough it was time to climb the stairs and head up into the mountains.
These little girls looked at me as if to say “don’t be such a wuss, we climb these damn stairs ten times a day!” Or maybe that was just my imagination….
Someone was apparently eking out a living growing some unidentified plants in a hillside patch. I tried to be careful and not step on any along the way.
At the summit I was rewarded with views like this….
…and this…
…and this.
And then we started heading back down through a dry creek bed. We had gotten close to the bottom when the guy in front of me lost his footing and fell on his ass. He slid a ways before stopping. Stood up bleeding from a nasty cut on his hand. Apparently there was some broken glass on the trail.
We left the trail and went down to Columban College which was nearby. Cleaned it up the best we could. The injured guy went home to clean it up. Me and the other guy I was with went back up to restart the trail and then the rain came down in buckets. We were “fuck this” and headed back to Johannsons….
As I sat there in my foul mood, one of my fellow (female) Hashers came up to chat. She saw me sitting off by myself and wondered what was up with that. It was nice of her to draw me out that way. Thanks Tinkerbell!
Anyway, I’ll figure it out. In the meantime I’ll leave you with this photo from the neighborhood:
Mother’s shouldn’t let their kids sleep in the street….
And this one of my Buddy:
He’s a good boy. Loyal and loving. Unlike the women in my life!