Well, better than expected anyway. The rain stopped just a few minutes before we started out on a Hash trail designed with potential rain in mind. That meant the back streets of Barretto, a walk on the beach, more Barretto streets, then an exploration of Alta Vista. The hike ended at Da’Kudos on Baloy Beach.
This is what Google saw us doing from above.Shall we gather at the river? Nope, the trail starts at VFW. Let’s meet there!And we are On-On!Some narrow alleyways.And lonely pathways And then some roadwork.Where might this lead?Beach, please!It’s been a while since we’d done a Hash beach walk.The fisherman wasn’t biting.Is that a mermaid?The tallest building in town–Central Park Reef hotel.We ran out of beach and hit the highway.This is my shortcut road to Barretto from Alta Vista. In fact, I walked it on the way to the VFW.Taking the trail alongside Leech My Nuggets’ house. On the slippery streets of Alta Vista. As 18 Kilo Ass discovered the hard way. No sooner had he uttered the words “I’m glad we are not on a muddy trail” Karma stepped in and dropped him on his butt. Algae grows fast on a wet and little-traveled street. I have to be extra careful on my dog walk every morning.It’s not all that exciting walking around my own neighborhood, but it’s still better than walking the highway.We even walked past where I hope to live in the new year.And this will be my view of Easter mountain after I move.Out of Alta Vista and onto Baloy Beach Road.Off the road and onto the beach.We had a quick beer stop at McCoy’s before heading to our On-Home venue.I had to snap a photo of this example of Filipino ingenuity and creativity. The bottom section of an office chair, a kitchen sink, and an oven shelf are the only ingredients you need to make your own barbeque grill.Da’Kudos and the end of the trail.Let the drinking commence!The Gash table.Fucking Old Man and me chillaxin’ on the beach.18 Kilo Ass and Demolition Derby holding court. What’s that shit they’re standing next to?This is typical of what the recent typhoon washed up on the beaches. No surprise, it happens after every storm. Upstream, people throw their garbage in the rivers. The rivers wash it into the bay. And the wind and waves throw it on the beach. It’s a never-ending cycle, which is the wrong kind of recycling. No worries, it will eventually get raked into piles and burned. Not good for the air quality, you say? Shut up!Life goes on, and so does the Hash. We initiated a new virgin yesterday. Does she look familiar? Yep, that’s TinTin, the Queen Victoria dancer whose picture I included in my earlier SOBsequently post. Welcome to the Hash!
And so ended another Hash Monday.
2 thoughts on “Hashtastic”
I don’t mind it when you put up photos of the ladies showing some leg, but some of the pics of the guys wearing their too-loose shorts and exposing a little too much leg… that’s gotta stop, man. I don’t visit your blog for the man-thighs. I realize the PI is hot and humid, and a lot of you guys are past caring, but I guess I’m just a sensitive snowflake. Say no to man-thighs!
Other than that, I’ll congratulate you on another nice walk, even if parts of it were unwontedly slippery.
Hmm, I hadn’t even noticed the guy legs. I guess that’s an example of turning a blind eye!
I don’t mind it when you put up photos of the ladies showing some leg, but some of the pics of the guys wearing their too-loose shorts and exposing a little too much leg… that’s gotta stop, man. I don’t visit your blog for the man-thighs. I realize the PI is hot and humid, and a lot of you guys are past caring, but I guess I’m just a sensitive snowflake. Say no to man-thighs!
Other than that, I’ll congratulate you on another nice walk, even if parts of it were unwontedly slippery.
Hmm, I hadn’t even noticed the guy legs. I guess that’s an example of turning a blind eye!