Such as they are. Greetings from the Haggis Hash! The event is being held at the farm of our Hasher host here in Pozzorubio, and day one was very nicely done. A full day of Hashing and drinking (but I repeat myself) lies ahead, so I’m going to just slap up some photos from yesterday as I need to hurry and prepare myself for today’s adventure.
Back for the second timeWe completed our registration and received the gift bags, including a new Hash shirt.Camping out is an option I have no interest in, but quite a few folks took advantage of the opportunity.My dad always said we were Scotch-Irish. We even have our own clan. My branch added an “e” somewhere along the wayHe hopes to be a man again.The Subic Bay Hash House Harriers contingentThe Hare providing last minute guidance before the hiking commencesAnd we are On-On!Yesterday’s trail was only 5K and mostly flat, just what I like! Longer options are in store for todayInto the unknown. There is an element of excitement in being in a new environment.Some wide open spacesA tree I likedThe first cookie delivery of the dayA walk on the not-so-wild sideWalk towards the light!Lollipops for these twoThe only dicey bridge crossing of the dayReminded me of my Arizona daysBringing some sweetness to their daySwan was feeling a little cornyThe back wayA Thai outpost?Turns out this is a resort where some Hashers are staying. Strangely, I didn’t see any signage.There were three or four drink stops along the way. I took a pass–I try to keep my walkaholic life separate from my alcoholic one.Falling behindThrough the fields we goNo hill climbs yesterday. We’ll see what happens today.Rural beautyThe trail ended here.Beer and an empanada snack awaited our arrival.Cloud coverI *think* this is a mango groveThe trail we walked.
Then it was back to the farmstead for the Haggis Hash circle.
You can’t have a farm without a windmill, right?Circle up!Bagpipes to kick off the eventThey don’t do ice here, but they do have punishmentsThese gals didn’t wear Hash attire, so they were paraded around the circle, and we voted for the hottest one.I found her to have the best ASSets.A fire to light the circleAnd then dinner was served—a pork stew. I had mine without the rice.The Haggis will be served tonight.
San Miguel Zero beer was not available, so I had to go with the stronger and more caloric San Mig Light. I drank my money’s worth again, and then we found a trike to take us back to our hotel.
Oops! Well, I am on vacation after all.
Okay, I got to get ready, so no memories, YouTube, or bad jokes today. Sorry!
2 thoughts on “Back to my Scottish roots”
What exactly is wrong with camping?
There is nothing at all wrong with camping. I was an avid camper in my younger years. These days, I have no desire to sleep on the ground and wake up to no toilet or shower. I’ve become addicted to creature comforts! Now, give me an RV, and I’ll happily go glamping!
What exactly is wrong with camping?
There is nothing at all wrong with camping. I was an avid camper in my younger years. These days, I have no desire to sleep on the ground and wake up to no toilet or shower. I’ve become addicted to creature comforts! Now, give me an RV, and I’ll happily go glamping!