The first and the last

We need to pause and put a stop to this.

So, yesterday I completed my first Hash of the year. It was also my last one until I return from Vietnam at the end of the month. And oh, by the way, I did the entire trail without shortcutting. Yes, you read that right. Granted, it was the short version of the trail laid by the Hare (a little over 6K; the long was 8.5K), but I did it all without deviation. I was tempted in places to do things my way, but I overcame that urge and plodded on. In another first (at least in my experience with the Subic Hash), a fellow Hasher was run over by a motor scooter while crossing the road. He and the cyclist escaped with only scrapes and bruises, so in that sense, it was a lucky day.

Here are some photos from the Hash run:

We gathered at the Alta Vista Clubhouse, which made things easy for me (a five-minute walk from home).
The Hare, Anal Receptive, gives last minute guidance on the trail.
And we are On-On!
Leaving Alta Vista behind.
Through the familiar backstreets of San Isidro.
They’ll be comin’ round the mountain when they come. Well, the guy in the blue shirt (a visitor from the US) was about to experience a major Hash crash.
That’s my nightmare every time I cross a busy road here in the PI.
Off-roaders
On-roaders
Splitting the difference. Long goes up and over Black Rock, short goes around through the graveyard.
Some of those long-trailers I mentioned.
Entering the dead zone.
Swan’s mom and brother are buried here, so we paused to pay our respects.
Why did the turkeys cross the road?
My come-to-Jesus moment on the trail.
The view from here.
I don’t blame the doctor; I wouldn’t want to go in there either.
On-Home at Smokes and Bottles, my favorite Hash venue.
It was one of the better trails I’ve hiked in a while.
Gash chilling after the hike.
Enjoying some liquid refreshment.
I joined the Hare on the ice to show appreciation for his efforts in laying a good trail.
The Hash crashers on the ice.

The usual after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter brought another day in paradise to a close. It’s good to be alive!

On to August 2016 in the LTG archives. This post is about hiking (Namsan and Han River), drinking (too much), and getting re-promoted as the Director, Human Resources, after a five-year retirement pause.

Today’s YouTube video talks about “barangay slum girls” in Angeles City—basically, just streetwalkers who ply their trade on Facebook. As I watched, I was feeling grateful that I was never really into the prostitution scene. And then I recalled some of my past “transactional relationships” and realized no matter what you call it, it is still exchanging money for sex.

Now let’s get to the funny business:

Wrinkles will soon be the least of his worries.
Better to be safe than sorry, I suppose.
That ought to do the trick.

That’s all for now.

6 thoughts on “The first and the last

  1. I had the same date “issue” with my Viet visa and it was fine. Ignore the fear mongers and have a good trip, John.

    Pack some mosquito repellent and extra deodorant if you can, and of course an empty and hungry stomach

  2. We need to pause and put a stop to this.

    You could’ve made that into a joke by not including the period at the end of your caption. As for Gen Z thinking the presence of a period is somehow passive-aggressive… that just goes to show what a generation of pussies they are. Affected that much by a period?

    We gathered at the Alta Vista Clubhouse, which made things easy for me (a five-minute walk from home).

    Elevated position makes that look like a drone photo. Cool.

    I hope the cycle-crash guy is okay. Welcome to the PI, right? Was this his first time there? At least he’ll come away with a memory of the place.

    Congrats on doing an orthodox walk… even if it was the short option.

  3. I would assume that the guy crossing the street is the one at fault? Or is the foreigner always at fault regardless?

    Yeah, he was fortunate. Something like that can, while maybe not killing you, put various parts of your body in a cast.

  4. Brian, the two other people he was walking with saw the bike and stopped, but he didn’t. So, in that sense, he is at fault. Those who witnessed the accident said the bike had plenty of room (no one coming in the other direction) to swerve around him, but made no effort to do so. At the hospital, the police asked the Hasher whether he wanted to pursue charges, and he declined. The biker thanked him profusely. So, I’d say both were at fault.

  5. Kevin, well, I’m a boomer, and as you know, I’m commatose. Back in my youth, I’d get distressed about my girlfriend having a monthly period.

    I’m not sure if this is his first trip or not, but I did find out his name is Kevin. What are the odds? He got sorer as the night went on, but at least nothing was broken.

  6. Trapper, thanks for the clarification. The guy I’m traveling with also has no date on his visa, so it seems that it is more of a “fill in the blank” thing for immigration upon arrival.

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