The bus ride from Barretto to Cabangan wasn’t as bad as anticipated, only about an hour and 15 minutes.
Yesterday’s SBH3 outstation run in Cabangan is now Hash history. As promised, the Hares did in fact set a flat trail. I was frankly surprised because it was so out of character for Leech My Nuggets. I asked him about that later and he said it was because they were unable to find any paths leading up into the surrounding mountains. Pity that!
Anyway, I opted for the medium hike of 8 kilometers. That was about right because it was a pretty hot day with no breeze and little shade. I was a little surprised that I made it back on-home to Samantha’s Resort before the runners who did the 12K hike, but I do make decent time when I’m walking on flat ground.
About that flat ground. It was mostly through farm country and frankly it was a little boring. Not much of interest to see and not all that challenging. Until the surprise the Hares had in store near the end of the trail. Not one, but two of the most rickety bridges over the river that I ever did see. I was so relieved after successfully crossing the first one. I hadn’t even finished congratulating myself for not falling into the water when the second bridge appeared. I made it across that one as well, no thanks to the punk ass kids who got on behind me and bounced around making it all the more difficult to keep my balance. The water wasn’t deep and the bridge wasn’t very high, so probably the worst that would have happened was getting wet and ruining my phone. Honestly, had the bridge been higher I wouldn’t have been able to do it given my fear of heights. It was tough enough as it was. I guess it was instant Karma for my boring trail thoughts. Ah well.
I’ve got pictures, lots of pictures, so let’s relive the journey, shall we?
The trail…The bus what brought us and deposited us at the trail head. (I said “what” on purpose because I thought it was kinda cute. But given my propensity for typos I feared my intentional misusage would be misinterpreted.)And we are “on-on”. Always nice to walk behind a sweet ass!We began on the banks of a mostly dry river bed.And then out into the open fields. The goats thought we were nuts I suppose. They might be right about that!This bridge was no challenge.A question of balance.Are you lonesome tonight?Those wide open spaces…Hash Gash on the trail (Gash is what female Hashers are called. I can’t imagine why…)“Green Acres is the place to be….”“…farm living is the life for me…”“…land stretching out so far and wide, keep Manhattan just give me that countryside…”Man and beast working the fields…And then there was this motherfucker…Not as easy to cross as it may appear…Just got to take it one careful step at a time…Once across you breathe that sigh of relief and then look up to see this…and even longer so-called bridge.One false step and you are going to regret it.Looking back after a second successful crossing. As far as I know no one fucked up. Wouldn’t want to try and cross after a few beers though…Speaking of beers, it’s always great to make it “on-home” for some much needed re-hydration!Samantha’s Resort is owned by an old-time Hasher and is situated on a pretty nice beach…I chilled out and sipped my beer in the shade of this beach side Nipa hut.While these lovely sea Filipinas frolicked in the ocean.And then it was time for the Hash circle. We did not have our customary blocks of ice, so we improvised with a bag of ice. We also did the deflowering ritual for the three Hash virgins in attendance…And then the sun set on another fine day of Hashing.Oh, and here are the Hares, Anal Receptive and Leech My Nuggets, posing on their instrument of torture.
I do enjoy my Hash life.
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Looks to have been an awesome day. Congrats on a good finish!
Looks to have been an awesome day. Congrats on a good finish!