We wish you a Hashy Christmas!

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Another fun-filled day doing the things I enjoy the most–hiking and drinking!

Only five came out for our pre-party hike
Kept it simple with a stroll on the My Bitch trail.
Grassy
Not so grassy
The Easter Mountain view
Chicken on a stick
Thanksgiving survivor
A cookie delivery
The view from here

And then things took a turn. The females (mom and daughter) took the route down Rizal Extension because that’s where they live. Us menfolk continued on to the trail that used to lead down to Marian Hills. Except the trail is no longer there. Someone has fenced it off. We tried to find a way around unsuccessfully, so we retreated and looked for a different route down. I tried to find a path I had taken in the past, but things were overgrown and unfamiliar. We did our best, including some bushwhacking, and eventually found a route back down to our intended destination.

It’s all downhill from here, boys
I’ve thought that marking a trail with these ribbons is tantamount to littering because they don’t wash away like other markings. Yesterday, it was a relief to see that we had found an actual Hash trail from the past.
Back on flat ground at last
A tad over 6K all told

Back home for some rest and a shower, then Swan and I departed for the Hash Christmas party at Rowena’s Beach Resort in Barretto. The party (and drinking) started at 1:00, which is way too early for me, but Christmas parties only happen once a year, so I got into the spirits.

That would be us
Our compadres in crime
Hanging with the boys
And the gals did their thing
Yogini manned the grill, firing up some sausages and pork chops
Everything came out tasty
Chillaxin’ with my gal
And then the games commenced. This one involved feeding a banana to a teammate while blindfolded
And this was a contest to see which guy sucked the best
Time was passing
Clothes were dispensed with
And bikini dancing commenced
By nightfall, I was feeling no pain. And Swan was drunker than I was, a rare event.

We triked on home before we had anything to regret in the morning.

My pudding was delivered in my absence. I’m glad I had the foresight to leave the money on the counter—seventeen boxes for 3500 pesos.
But last night’s dessert was gelatin

Is there any shame in admitting I went to bed at 7:30?

Twelve San Mig Zeros and still managed to come in under the calorie cap. Unless I counted wrong.

Today, I have a post from the travel chapter in The Story of My Life. Twenty years ago, my then-wife and I took a trip to Istanbul, Turkey. It was unlike any place I’d ever been, and I really enjoyed the adventure.

Eight years ago, I was supervising the Christmas decoration installation in our office on Yongsan Garrison.

Today’s YouTube video is about another expat loser in the Philippines. I can’t imagine allowing myself to suffer the consequences that are for the most part self-inflicted.

And on to the humor:

Makes me wonder where that dinner came from…
Must have been a tight squeeze
Seeing that made them hard as stone

I had a surprise to start the day. Swan asked me to join her at an RSL charity event in the Cawag area. I’d been in the vicinity before, but never that far out. I’ll have pictures of that experience to share here tomorrow. And now, Baloy Beach is in my immediate future. More on that tomorrow as well.

2 thoughts on “We wish you a Hashy Christmas!”

  1. You’d think a doctor would figure out pretty quickly that the woman was a grandma. Maybe she was one of those really young or young-looking grandmas.

    A “yogini” is a female yoga practitioner (male = yogin). How’d he acquire such a label? Is everything not what it seems?

  2. Well, here in the PI grannies can be in their 30s…

    I’m not sure where John got his Hash name; he’s been Hashing all over the world. It was pretty funny to learn what Yogini means.

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