A long but satisfying day yesterday. Up and out early in order to lay the trail for the 1,370th running of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. By most accounts those efforts were successful. As a Hare, I hold myself responsible for setting a course that is clearly marked, relatively fun, and does not needlessly place life or limbs in jeopardy. By that standard, I’m satisfied with the afternoon’s results. No one got seriously lost, folks expressed enjoyment at seeing relatively new terrain, and everyone made it back on-home without injury. Woo Hoo! Let’s go to the pictures, shall we?
Our trail had a long 6.2K version, and a 5K for the lazy bastards. The trail featured three ups, two of which were long-ass staircases. The jug I’m lugging up with me holds the powder used to mark the trail. We also use chalk to draw arrows on poles and tree trunks, and some shredded paper which holds up better in the rain. Thankfully, it didn’t rain.Gravity sucks.Here’s a great example of how solar energy and wind power can be utilized to help with household chores.Me and my co-Hare, Pubic Head, discussing what the hell to do next.Fuck it, I’ll go first…We had originally planned to scale Black Rock mountain, but during our reconnaissance we deemed the path too treacherous. So instead we plotted a course around Black Rock.The best way to mark trail in the tall thatch grass is with toilet paper. Luckily, Pubic Head remembered to bring some along.On-Home was at Johan’s on Baloy Beach. The best way to get there from where we were was across the Matain river. So we negotiated a P200 fee ($4.) for this guy to ferry all the Hashers across via his banca boat.Where the river meets the bay…
So, with the trail completed we refreshed ourselves at Johan’s then headed home. I had some lunch and a nap, then made my way out to Johansson’s for the start of the Hash.
Giving some last-minute encouragement to the Hashers prior to departure…And they’re off!
I got a haircut (more on that in a minute) then made my way to Johan’s to await the arrival of the returning Hashers.
Who’s that making his way across the river?Well, I’ll be damned, it’s Leech My Nuggets. He’s one of the runners but I was still amazed that he completed the entire trail in just under an hour. Well done! Most everyone made it back in an hour and a half or so. Some probably thought the trail was too easy but I think it was just about right. And as the Hare, that’s my call! 🙂On-Home.Signs of the times.Baloy Beach.Sunset on the bay…The weather stone…A Hare on ice.
It was a good Hash if I do say so myself.
As I mentioned above, I got a haircut yesterday. That’s something I do once a month or so. I normally just tell my barber to “clean it up” and he gives me a nice trim. Well, my regular barber wasn’t there and his replacement gave my head a good going over. A Filipino-style cut if you will.
It’s been quite some time since I’ve worn my hair this short.And that tan line reveals that I’m not the brown-skinned native I purport to be.
Anyway, it’s all good. The haircut was P60 ($1.20) and I tipped my barber P40 for all his hard work. Hell, maybe I can even go two months between cuts this way.
Maybe my life isn’t paradise, but it’s close enough for me.
UPDATE: Well, I see I used the “a close shave” title for a post I wrote five years ago on the occasion of shaving off my beard.
The more things change, the more they remain the same…
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Great pics. Looks to have been a fun hike.
When I lived in Daegu, there was a barber who was known among the expats for her incredibly fast buzz cuts. She spoke Korean in a brisk, nearly incomprehensible southern accent, and she used electric clippers almost exclusively. A session with her never lasted longer than five minutes, and when she was done, your scalp was ready to join the Marines.
HaHa! Gives a whole new meaning to “wham, bam, thank you ma’am”!
Great pics. Looks to have been a fun hike.
When I lived in Daegu, there was a barber who was known among the expats for her incredibly fast buzz cuts. She spoke Korean in a brisk, nearly incomprehensible southern accent, and she used electric clippers almost exclusively. A session with her never lasted longer than five minutes, and when she was done, your scalp was ready to join the Marines.
HaHa! Gives a whole new meaning to “wham, bam, thank you ma’am”!