Between the Hashes

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The newest item in my Hasherdashery

A quick post with photos from yesterday’s Angeles Hash before I rush out for today’s Subic Hash. It was an easy trail, thankfully, because I didn’t have much going for me. Coughing and hocking up phlegm throughout the duration of the 4K short trail I hiked. The Angeles Hash Circle is very laid back, with no ice and few punishments. Some of the songs were familiar, though. There was an after-Hash gathering, including a dinner, that I opted not to participate in. Instead, I visited a bar named Phillies that I’ve patronized in the past and had some quesadillas. Swan and her girlfriend joined me there later.

I walked past this new bar on my way to the Hash meet-up. Their lineup features some of the ugliest women I’ve ever seen. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but I wasn’t attracted at all!
Over thirty minutes in the Jeepney to get to the start of the trail.
But we are finally On-On!
It was flat most of the way, which suits me just fine.
Where big cocks come from…
Onto a less traveled road.
Grazing livestock
The only climb lies just ahead
A view from the top
That appears to be a volcano, but I’m unaware of its history. I’ll try and find out. (It’s not the famous Mt. Pinatubo that blew its top in 1991.)
What goes up must come down.
A happy group of cookie recipients
Heading back to the On-Home
Can you see that bridge in the distance? That’s where the Hash Circle was held.
Ready for planting. Probably corn.
That bridge is closer now.
At the end of our trek. I was the last of the short trail hikers to arrive. The longer 7K trail group arrived shortly after I did.
Catching my breath and quenching my thirst
The comparatively tame Angeles City Hash Circle commences.
My “easy” trail. The Hare described it as boring because it was basically a walkout and then a deadhead back. Oh well. I’m lame these days and don’t need the excitement.

As I mentioned, I chose not to attend the Octoberfest activities. I took a trike from where the Jeepney dropped us back to my hotel. After depositing my backpack in the room, I walked the block up to the main drag and took a streetside seat at Phillies.

Near the entrance to the notorious Walking Street, lined end to end with girly bars and more options for adult entertainment. I have been many times in the past, but I did not venture that way (at night) on this trip.
I’d never seen a chicken quesadilla prepared quite that thick before. Still tasty, though.
Swan had spent the day with an old girl friend, and she brought her by so we could meet. And yes, Swan didn’t object to my taking a picture.
These gals were hanging around out front, waiting for prey. Swan was there to protect me from their advances…

Made it safely back to my hotel and tried to sleep through the coughing jags. Still coughing, although not as badly, today. We’ll see how things go on today’s Hash. I’m not going to be shy about shortcutting and keeping things as flat as possible.

Back tomorrow with a report on how that worked out.

Best pun I could do on short notice:

And another Neil Young tune:

4 thoughts on “Between the Hashes”

  1. Sorry to hear about the pulmonary issues. I hope that clears up before you undergo surgery. The timing isn’t exactly great.

    I like the new shirt. Is that a carabao done up in German clothing?

    Swan’s friend looks almost as if she could pass for Korean.

    Hope the second Hash went well.

  2. Yes, that is indeed a German carabao.

    I will definitely give the surgeon a heads-up if I am not improving. I’m thinking a coughing jag with a tube down my throat while I’m unconscious might not have a happy ending.

    I did 6.5K my way with the Subic Hash, and it went alright. I’ll call that progress.

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