A six-pack Hash

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Yesterday’s Hash trail came in right at 6K and traveled through territory I’ve hiked frequently enough that almost everything was familiar. Except for the long-ass uphill stretch. And even there, once we started going down some rough and uneven steps, I realized that I’d climbed up those steps a couple of times, and the long up had actually been a down back then. Direction surely does change everything. It was a pleasant enough hike overall, and we finished at our On-Home venue, the One-Three Resort. I hadn’t been there for a while, and it seemed a little shabbier than usual. As I was leaving after sundown, I walked through an almost pitch-black lobby and asked why the lights were out. The gal behind the counter said, “Sorry, sir, not available.” I can only assume someone didn’t pay the electric bill. Oh well, not my problem.

Here are some photos from Run #1632 of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers:

We gathered for the start at the Subic Marketplace
And we are On-On!
Swan doing her sweet thing
Where the river meets the bay
Over that bridge with the damaged pilings
Another river view
On the backstreets of barangay Asinan Proper
Strolling past a scenic pond
Most of the trail was marked adequately, but there were a couple of places where we missed a turn and had to retreat and look for the right way to go.
Passing through the first of three different graveyards on our route.
After we crossed the highway, we entered the second graveyard. Swan was surprised to see the grave of a former classmate who died from leukemia at thirty-six. (To clarify, Swan knew her classmate had died; she just didn’t know her tomb was here.)
And this stranger who also died younger than me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was old.
On the road in barangay Ilwas
Then a brief riverside walk
The beginning of the long uphill stretch
Not so steep, but still a slog upward
Keep on keepin’ on
The road ended, but not the climb
Onward and upward!
And then it was back down via some fucked up stairsteps
Some nice neighborhood decorations
Another water crossing
That’s my Alta Vista neighbor, Leech My Nuggets. He walked the 6K to the marketplace start, then did the 6K trail. I envy his stamina.
And here comes the fat guy. Until I saw this photo, I hadn’t even noticed the e-cart. It’s the same make and model as Swan’s. I might have accused her of shortcutting if she hadn’t been with me on trail.
One more bridge crossing
Then a tricky path beside the fish pond
A view of the pond
Swan in the wild
Through the field we go
And then across the highway to our On-Home venue.
I enjoy the views from the One-Three Resort
Bite My Titties is hanging around, waiting for the Hash Circle to start
Since this is the only place I know that serves a Monte Cristo sandwich, I could not resist the urge to have one. Well, I gave Swan half to reduce the calorie overload.
It’s nice on ice
We celebrated three birthdays…Demolition Derby
Pubic Head
And Tiny Cunt Fucker. Ignore that fat guy in the background
We made them all cake, and when we were done, they went down to bay…
…and washed away all that hard work!
And another Hash came to a close.

We joined the after-Hash at It Doesn’t Matter for a bit before heading home. The party girls didn’t want Swan to leave so early, so I promised that Swan could stay late next week. She’s becoming such a Hasher!

So, blame it on the half sandwich, several chicken nuggets, or ten San Mig Zeros, but I went a tad over the limit yesterday.
Still, I burned double the calories I consumed, so I should be okay.

In today’s episode of The Story of My Life, I recount reaching what I thought was the end of the road career-wise fourteen years ago as I said farewell to my Uncle Sam. Of course, nothing lasts forever.

Coincidentally, Facebook memories reminds that a mere four years later, I went back to work.

My Korean wife did not want to join me back in the USA, so I got a part-time job as a contractor for the Army Education Center. I manned this computer center, where soldiers could have free access to the Internet and software programs to meet their needs. My job was much like that of a Wal-Mart greeter—I’d welcome them, sign them in, and assist as needed. I took the job mainly for the SOFA visa and access to the base amenities like the commissary. Within a year, I received a job offer from my former organization, the Directorate of Human Resources Management, and I was back in the big time!

Eight years ago, I was in the GS-15 Director’s Chair again.

Some of my Korean team members. I was blessed to have a highly skilled and hardworking staff.

Also, eight years ago, my marriage had failed (again), and I was taking my first tentative steps back into the dating game.

My first and last Chinese woman. She was a strange one. Of course, the Korean gal I dated next was just as crazy. I reckon I’m better suited to Filipinas. Well, just the one these days, but you know what I mean.

Changing things up a tad content-wise, today’s YouTube video is a 1977 TV commercial for the first portable computer. We really have come a long way.

And that brings us to the daily dose of humor:

That’s actually one of my old jokes (by “my,” I mean I stole it first.)
Porn can be painful at times
So, that makes them different shades of gray. Or should I say grey?

Halfway through a busier-than-usual Tuesday. Immigration, cell phone repair, candy purchases at two different markets in Olongapo City, and then the regular gig at the Royal supermarket. Next up is a visit to Dr. Jo for this week’s chelation treatment. After that, we’ll do our Tuesday visit to the Kokomo’s floating bar and then dinner afterward. It’s a good thing I’m retired; I don’t have any time to work!

4 thoughts on “A six-pack Hash”

  1. Bite My Titties is hanging around

    What a Hash name, eh?

    It’s nice on ice

    I know you took that shot for the tight little butt and the butt floss, you perv.

    …and washed away all that hard work!

    Must be nice to have the beach life all year long.

    I hope the chelation is working. Are you noticing anything yet? It’s been only two or three sessions, ja?

  2. I’m going to have to go with what CobraTate says on the matter, mate:

    “Sleeping soundly is for overtly homosexual men. The world is at war, people are dying and BTC breaks a new ATH everyday. Money moving in every single direction, elections are over thrown in “democratic” nations…. And you have ZERO innate anxiety? You close your eyes and become absolutely killable for a full 9 hours, without tossing, without turning, without any input from the outside world at all? You dont wake up in a sweat and instantly check the news? Youre not even rich, youre poor, and youre snoring? What you dreaming of you fucking loser YOU HAVE NO MONEY. Where is your warrior instinct? Where is your PTSD and your fear? Where is the adrenaline in your blood? “Well why would I have PTSD” says the nobody. Because if you were a somebody you would take risks and the outcome of those risks would weigh heavy on your mind. Your soul would be burnt with the stories of battles lost and the hope for battles you can win. What kind of full grown man DOESNT have mental issues? You feel no stress? None? Youre napping? Like a kitten? Like a little cute kitty kat? Are you comfy? awww youre so comfy? Do you have a blanket? You are gay. “I had a nap” = Gay “I was sleeping” = Gay “He didnt wake up yet” = Gay. I close my eyes but i never truly sleep. Im tired but thats fine. Life as a man is wanting food you dont eat. And wanting sleep you CANT get. Because your mind and soul is plagued by battles past present and future. You think Putin sleeps well? Lol Trump? NO. WINNERS OPERATE IN WAR MODE. Nightmares are masculine. You should shoot awake with sweat multiple times a night. Maybe then your woman would finally love you. Instead she wakes up to see you snoring and drooling, her movement didnt even rattle you. She fully got out of bed and youre out cold because youre scum. She could stab you in the neck and she considers it because you deserve it. Killed by a girl because you were sleepy. Awwww. The second I see a man who enjoys his sleep and acquires it with ease… I know hes bitch made. Sleep is what you give up once you become a hero. Peace of mind is for lifes losers. There is no debate.”

  3. Aaron, I worked hard all my life so I could be gay someday.

    I’m so out of touch with reality that I had to Google CobraTate to see who was spewing that BS. I’m glad I’m not living the way he suggests.

  4. “I know you took that shot for the tight little butt and the butt floss, you perv.”

    Well, you noticed it, too. So, what does that make you? 🙂

    Yes, the beach life is a big part of what I love about living here. And even after all these years, the view of the mountains and the water is still awesome and inspiring.

    Yes, three sessions so far. The first two were actual chelation; yesterday was an IV to restore the good stuff chelation removes. Next month, we will do round two. I haven’t noticed any changes externally, but the goal is to clear those arteries. Dr. Jo says chelation can reduce blood sugar as well, but that’s something I don’t check, so I don’t know if it is working in that regard.

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