A relatively typical day around here yesterday. These are the highlights:
In the morning I was looking at photos on Date in Asia and I noticed the mole on this one girls face was in a different place on different photos. Took me WAY to long to figure out I had a speck of dirt on my monitor…
Later on I had an in-house massage. When I thought she was finished I said thanks. She said “you want head?” I got pretty excited and said hell yeah! Then she started massaging my head.
Both of those are true stories.
I also cooked out.
Steaks and garlic bread on the grill…
Another solitary meal and the meat was as tough as my bitter heart. Well, no. Not THAT tough. And the jokes in the book I won at the Hash raffle aren’t all that funny either!
After my meal I did my usual bar crawl. More of the same-same. I leave tomorrow night for my two weeks in the USA. The break might do me some good.
This afternoon I’ll be doing the official 25th Anniversary SH-3 run. I understand we are going to be using a bus again. This time to Gordon Heights in Olongapo. That will be a pretty good hike back to Barretto even with going over the mountain, which I’m pretty sure will be the case. Should be interesting.
Speaking of the Hash, here’s some more photos from Saturday’s Pundaquit adventure. I pulled them off the SH-3 Facebook page so some different views than I captured.
This shows how we traversed the mountain.
That’s me on the bus…
Road construction in Subic town has created some pretty tough traffic jams…
A river runs through it….
I’m looking graceful after exiting the bus…
Getting my marching orders…
And I’m off!
It’s a nice enough area but way to rural for me to ever live there. I’m told there is a large Aussie expat community so different strokes and all that…
There’s that rainbow I couldn’t capture from atop the mountain…
And a nice view from “on-home” at Monty’s Riverside resort…
We had a virgin Hasher with us so she assumed the position for the initiation ritual…
Oops! She is no longer a Hash virgin…
And the final step in the welcome to the Hash ritual: “Just like a blow job–what doesn’t goes in you, goes on you!”
She wasn’t much of a beer guzzler I’m afraid….most of it went on her…
And finally, hot and cold illustrated:
That would be hot ass, cold ice…