Yesterday’s Hash began and traveled through the hillside cemetery in the Kalaklan barangay near the old Navy base. It’s a big place filled with crypts and tombs of the dearly departed.
We climbed the steps and crawled up and over some of the crypts in our journey to the top. Of course, reaching the top was only the beginning of our hot and hard Hash trail, courtesy of an Angeles Hasher named Two Bottles. For the folks who did the entire trail, it came in at over 12K. My version was a still tough 7K.
After exiting the cemetery and hiking the Kalaklan ridge road, I shortcut back down the mountain and through the streets of Barretto before making my way to our On-Home at the Viking Resort on Baloy Beach. It was a tough trail, but at least it didn’t kill me.
And so it goes and so it went. Today’s another day, let’s see what happens next.
re: your other post about Canadians
I had an email exchange with Jenn some years back, but she seemed mentally frazzled and not all together in the head, as if she were working some life-problems out. Since then, I’ve heard nothing from her despite her promise to write again. I hope she’s okay, but whatever she’s up to, these days, seems to have no connection with her previous existence. Strange and a little sad. You heard from her?
A walk among the dead is a good memento mori. We are dust particles that gain temporary coherence and dance a while before sloughing back shapelessly into the greater Whirl. Whatever meaning is to be found in all that activity is the meaning we create, I think.
Kev, I haven’t heard from Jenn in years either. Honestly, I hadn’t even thought of her in quite a while until I came across that post, Her blog is still up, but inactive. I had left a comment there back in 2013 asking if she was okay. No response. Left a new comment yesterday but I doubt she’ll see it. I do hope life has been good to her. It is weird how people you valued just disappear. I’m sure I’m guilty of that as well. Life takes you in a different direction and sometimes there is just no looking back.
One thing I was doing as I walked through the cemetery was looking at the dates on the headstones. Wanted to find a soulmate born on the same day as me. Found one who died on my birthday but that’s as close as I got. I did notice that more people had shorter lifespans than me than lived to be older. Not sure what to make of that.