The Subic Bay Hash House Harriers have been marching for thirty-one years now, and I’ve been honored to be involved in six of them. In a typical week, we have between thirty and forty participants. Yesterday, 133 Hashers, including a large contingent from Pattaya, Thailand, joined the fun. Thanks for sharing in the celebration!
There were three options yesterday: long, medium, and short trails. Long and medium hikers took Jeepneys to Olongapo City and started from there. The short trail (5.5K) involved a harder-than-I-remembered climb, but it wasn’t bad after that. And no, I did not shortcut, even though the thought crossed my mind. The gathering for the Hash circle at Subiza seemed to go well, so that was a relief. The party continued at It Doesn’t Matter following the Hash. There’s a reason we are known as a “drinking club with a running problem.” Good times!
It’s great to still be living the good life after all these years.
The day was not free, of course:
- Charity: 11,500 pesos (donation for cancer treatment)
- Prescription Meds: 1500 pesos
- Tips: 100 pesos
- Alcohol: 850 pesos
- Dinner: 750 pesos
- Lady Drinks: 400 pesos
- Trike: 200 pesos
- Hash Fees: 1300 pesos
- Snacks: 100 pesos
- Total for October 21: 16,700 pesos
Ten more days to go before I do my monthly reckoning.
You may have noticed an influx of spam comments. I turned off my blockers to see if that would improve access for those using VPNs. It might have helped some, but deleting all that spam was a chore, so the blockers are back in operation. Sorry for whatever inconvenience that may cause.
In other news, there’s a storm a-brewin’.
Today’s memory is from seven years ago when I made a four-hour roundtrip bike ride from Pyeongtaek to Asan and back.
Election day is approaching, and the voting shenanigans have already begun.
Today’s YouTube video might be my all-time favorite from The Filipina Pea. In it, she takes on a white woman who is critical of men moving to Asia for the women. Pea decimates her in a must-see takedown. The white gal is the perfect example of what Western men are running away from. Have a look and judge for yourself:
Ready for some humor?
I’m halfway through my Tuesday now and unsure what lies ahead. I’ll consult with Swan for her preferences, but I’m thinking Baloy might be a good option. Come back for more of my drivel tomorrow if you dare!
Looks to have been a big, enjoyable event. Congrats to the Subic Bay chapter on keeping it real for over three decades. Long may you walk or run!
It looked a beautiful day for rambling. Most appear very flushed and exuberant. Did the bars and restaurants make a roaring trade with the Thailand kennel (is kennel the correct parlance?) visiting your little town? I hope nobody shocked or offended anyone’s sensibilities and that the only rubbing down witnessed was with Tiger Balm on aching limbs and joints.
The lady with beer bottle in hand, caressing the shoulder of the young man in the photo taken in what appears to be a bar named It Doesn’t Matter, certainly looks like the cat that caught the cream. Not sure if he is of a similar mind judging by his expression.
Digory, Yep, Kennel is the appropriate name for a Hash group. I’m not sure where the Pattaya Hashers hung out (I suspect Hot Zone) but I’m sure they were mindful of maintaining high standards and good conduct.
The woman you mention is the manager and wife of the IDM owner. She is friendly and kind to all customers, whether they like it or not. I’ve never heard any complaints.
I assume you Hashers just let loose and pee wherever when you’re out in the wild like that, John. At my last job I used to hide out in the toilets quite a bit just to kill time. Maybe drink a shooter or three in there, eat some snacks, watch some Internet porn. I used to spend so long in there the motion sensor lights would cut out and I’d have to do this dance on the throne, thrashing my arms and legs around to try and catch one of the sensors. Sometimes it just didn’t work so I gave up and sat there in the dark. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence that the lights would only come on again when someone else came into the bathroom. 95% of the time I detected a minute pause; a falter in footsteps, a sharp intake of breath. They must have seen my feet under the stall door and thought wtf was he just sat here in the darkness? Yes, yes I was. Now do your business and go.
If anyone questioned me about my bathroom breaks I know my anxiety would be through the roof, as I’d clearly established a pattern and was visibly going to the toilet at a questionable rate. I’m always paranoid about that because years earlier I was working a retail job and passed out in the bathroom, woke up like 20 seconds before my supervisor – who was heading into the men’s room specifically to bust me – caught me asleep on the toilet.
Thompson, well, the guy Hashers pee wherever they want on trail, but the gals are a bit more discreet.
I never had a job that provided the luxury of hiding out in the toilet. I guess I just got lucky in that regard. Now, when I was a mailman sometimes I’d hang out in a patrons bedroom, but that’s a different story. Still, your job must have sucked if sitting on a toilet with the lights out was more fun than working. Glad you made it through those dark days!
It seems to me that you may be best suited to be a writer. You could even work on the toilet if you wanted. Have you ever considered that line of work?
Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living WITHIN that way of life.
Hunter S. Thompson