Where cripples tread

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I’m not against descending; it’s the ups I find difficult.

Yesterday’s Hash trail was almost completely flat. Well, to clarify, the “cripples” trail had no hills. I’ve now deemed Leech My Nuggets to be the overall best Hare in the Subic Hash. His trails are always well-marked and easy to follow. And Mr. Leech always offers an option for those Hashers who are no longer up for the challenge of a long, hard climb. I enjoyed the 5K version of the trail very much, as it took me through areas I hadn’t seen before. In fact, I’ll be adding this hike to my repertoire and revisiting it in the future. Our On-Home venue was at a Hasher’s house in Calapadayan, which we’d never been to before. It’s situated right on the edge of the bay and was a very pleasant hangout for our Circle. Overall, it was one of my better Hash experiences.

So, the trail began at Subic High School near Waltermart, a 7K Jeepney ride from Barretto. Here’s some of what I saw during the Hash:

Off we go!
Only a month younger than me. RIP Rodolfo.
The first of several bridges we crossed on our journey. Also, the sturdiest.
The early portion of the trail ran along the banks of the Magnan-Vaca River.
Where the long and short trails diverged. Except Leech My Nuggets doesn’t use the term “short.”
I’d never been this far down the river before.
A new way to go is always nice to find.
And here’s another place to go.
But I’m not ready to go there yet.
The biggest challenge we faced was a series of rickety bridges.
Like this one…
…and that one.
I’m happy to report that they all carried the load.
The path ahead.
A gathering of “cripples.”
Sweets for the sweet.
Riverboats.
I’ve learned to deal with a fork in the road, but what do you do when you encounter two?
That old gal doing her laundry is one of my charity projects.
We don’t run into her that often, but on the occasions when we do, we slip her 500 pesos. She is raising her deceased daughter’s kids, and it’s a struggle, I’m sure.
Now we are on the home stretch.
Arriving at Sully’s place.
The purple “cripple” trail bypassed the hill climb before rejoining the main trail. I enjoyed the riverwalk.
Our host for the evening, Sully.
Hanging out at Sully’s place.
Some Hash Gash.
I enjoyed the trail so much that I voluntarily joined the Hare (Leech is on the right) on the ice.
It’s nice on ice!
And then it was time for the sun to go down…
…and another Hash came to an end.

Some of the usual after-Hash fun (and beer) at It Doesn’t Matter, then we headed home, thankful for another fine day in paradise.

It’s still May 2017 in the LTG archives, and in this post, I share photos from my first week after moving to Pyeongtaek. It was quite an adjustment. As a bonus, here’s a tour of my “Palace,” two stories, four bedrooms, and four baths. It was like an exclamation point on my loneliness.

Today’s YouTube video is one I made thirteen years ago as I prepared to depart Korea for some USA time. It depicts how I filled the months I spent in Korea with the woman I so dearly loved. I didn’t know then what was just around the corner, and that the life I was living and loving would soon come to an end.

Time to cheer myself up:

I never saw such a bad pun.
That stinks.
And why is it a crime?

Another day, another post. Now it’s time to practice my darts in preparation for the tournament this evening. I’m eating before I go this time to take the edge off my grumpiness. I’ll let you know how that works out for me.

3 thoughts on “Where cripples tread”

  1. And here’s another place to go.

    Hey—that’s my posture.

    Well, it looks to have been a good walk. Lots of rickety bridges. Good luck with darts and eating and mood. Don’t be grumpy. That’s what just got you in trouble.

  2. Dont matter who you were. You gotta put one foot in front of the other and keep on steppin. Good job John

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