As wet as it gets

And it ain’t done yet!

We are fixing to get screwed. (The translation reads: “Be aware of the size of the storm.”)

After another day full of heavy rains, the repercussions are being felt.

This is Gordon Heights in Olongapo City.
And closer to home, here is Rizal Avenue in Barretto.
The Matain River is raging…
And getting close to overflowing the National Highway bridge.
The government has sent non-essential employees home and closed the schools.

Meanwhile, life goes on, and by golly, I got in a 6K walk at yesterday’s Hash. Granted, it wasn’t the Hash trail laid by the Hares (or Harriettes in this case). Given the downpour conditions, I wasn’t about to climb a muddy and steep trail up into the hills. And based on the feedback I heard from those who did, I made the right choice. Instead, I crafted a street walk from the start to the On-Home. Cums Alone (Swan) and BF’s Wet Spot (Beth) accompanied me. Here’s how my trail looked:

The hardy souls gathered at the VFW to kick things off.
Our wet On-On up Del Pilar Street.
An umbrella stroll on Jolo Street.
On to Lacambra Street.
Time for a cookie delivery.
I decided it was a good idea to avoid Abad Street.
Rizal Avenue. The flooding in the photo I posted earlier had not yet occurred, thankfully.
Down Jasmine Street.
Through Columban College. That raging creek is usually just a trickle, if that.
Puddle jumpers.
On Rizal Extension.
Then the lovely Abra Street.
Gonzales Street was in slightly better condition than its sign.
A short-lived break in the rain.
That’s the same creek that runs past Columban College.
Burgos Street.
Onto Dagupan.
Then came Elane. (Hmm, my dirty mind just thought “Elane came?”
The National Highway in Barretto.
The downpour resumed as we neared Subic.
Crossing the wild Matain River.
Almost done.
On Home at Smokes and Bottles.
My rainy day Hash trail.

The rain didn’t let up after we arrived, but Smokes and Bottles had us covered.

More or less.
Into each life some rain must fall. I feel almost rich!
Grand Master Buddy Fucker treated the Hashers with some food, including his famous chili (he regularly competes in chili cookoffs).
My chili was a tad spicy, but still tasty.
Cums Alone was recognized for her 44th Run with the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers.
We made Hash cakes for this month’s birthday celebrants.
Hashy Birthday! My turn is coming next month.

As usual, we convened for the after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter.

Does that make me a chick magnet?
A larger and wilder crowd than usual (we had visiting Hashers from Angeles and La Union).
Let the good times roll!

And another wet day came to a close. And when I awoke this morning, it was still raining.

Another happy memory in the LTG archives from my Seoul life in April 2010. This time, a bike ride on the Han River. Those were the days!

And nine years ago, I was enjoying this pleasant hike. Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone? (That’s a song lyric, not a grammatical error.)
Seven years ago, the flooding on Rizal Avenue was even worse. Then girlfriend Marissa took this photo from her front door at her flooded apartment.

Who’s up for some Smart Girl Philippines speaking out on the seven unspoken rules for dating a Filipina? Well, here you go then:

Now let me rain down some smiles upon you:

That stinks.
It’s good to keep things in perspective.
I don’t believe any of this shit.

Let’s see what happens next.

4 thoughts on “As wet as it gets

  1. You’re on top of a hill, right? Good place to be during a monsoon. Geography is destiny.

  2. Re: chili
    How does yours compare to Buddy fuckers? What makes his (or yours) better?

    Re: Swan on ice
    What is special about finishing a 44th hash? Why is it more momentous than a 43rd or a 45th? LOL

  3. Welcome back, Brian! Well, my chili is like fastfood…canned ingredients and seasoning from McCormick. BF’s is the real deal. I’m not that keen on spicy, but he makes his the way most people prefer.

    It’s just a Hash thing, every time you reach double digits, you get recognized. And part of that recognition is the way it ends…”…and what does she get? Not a fuckin’ thing.” We do give headbands for special occasions, like 50 and 100 hundreds. Oh, and a fun thing is done for 69 runs… 🙂

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