Yesterday, I experienced my first time doing a Hash with the Bangkok Angkaan Horny Hares Hash House Harriers.
It was certainly a different experience, combining a Hash trail with a bar crawl. And the event was by invitation only. Apparently, in Bangkok, the Hares select a limited number of participants and exclude assholes or others who don’t fit well with the group. It’s a unique concept, although I still prefer our “everyone is welcome” ethos. I’m not normally one to mix my walkaholic and alcoholic lifestyles, so last evening was an exception to that rule. But I had a good time, and it was nice to do something new for a change.
There was a 1,000-peso participation fee, and I kept track of my beer consumption along the way just to see whether I got my money’s worth. I think I did. The group met at Snackbar to kick things off.
The early arrivals. Sign-up were scheduled from 4:30 to 5 p.m. I arrived at around 4:15.
I bought three beers (San Miguel Extra Lights) waiting for the start, and the Hash provided two more before we began our trek. So, that makes 5 beers at Snackbar.
Fourteen Hashers (we had one no-show) in attendance for the event.
The Hares, Leech My Nuggets and Auto Fellatio, got a five-minute head start, marking the trail with powder and chalk. Then the chase was on.
I was surprised to see Barretto will be getting a KFC. It’s being built next door to our McDonald’s. Our first stop was less than a kilometer away, Smokes and Bottles.Hanging out an Smokes and Bottles. I’ve got to admire the legless guy in the wheelchair, nothing stops him from living life on his terms.
One beer for me at Smokes and Bottles (a San Miguel Light, no XL available).
A sign of the times at Smokes and Bottles.Highway walking at dusk.But the Hares did a good job marking the trail.
We walked through the back streets of Matain, the got in a small banca boat for the river crossing to take us to Baloy Beach.
My balance ain’t so good on the best of days. Climbing into that rocking boat after a few beers was more challenging than usual. I successfully boarded without falling. Good thing this was relatively early in our trek.
I knew the wheelchair guy wasn’t going to be able make the river crossing. Luckily, he was escorted to our next stop via Baloy Road.
The bay view from the river.Second stop, Tropical Zone Resort on Baloy Beach.
Two beers (XLs) for me at Tropical Zone.
Then we hoofed it down Baloy Road back to the National Highway, and headed into Barretto.
Our third stop was my old darts venue, Alley Hideout.
One beer for me at Alley Hideout.
Then we moved on to Cyclone Bar.
A totally different vibe than I’ve ever seen at this bar. One of the girls played pool topless. Definitely the wildest stop on our journey. I had 3 more beers here.
Leaving Cyclone for wherever it is the Hares are leading us.Turns out it was Voodoo Bar.
Two more beers for me at Voodoo. Then on to our final stop:
Hot Zone.
It had been a LONG time since I’ve last visited Hot Zone. It felt nice to be back again. The pole dancer put on an amazing show, then the Hash Circle was conducted while we munched on some pizza. Enjoyed my last two beers of the night, and I said my goodbyes.
What a night, eh? Sixteen beers from beginning to end, and I was still standing when we finished. I’d call that a successful Hash, especially for a virgin like me.
I got home well past my bedtime, but no worse for the wear.
In the January 2023 LTG archives, there’s a post in which I mention that drinking is in my genes. Some of my earliest memories are of sitting in beer joints with my father. The bar scene wasn’t a big part of my adult life until I moved to Korea and spent my nights on the mean streets of Itaewon. And now I’m finishing my golden years living the Barretto bar life.
Today’s YouTube video answers a question I’ve often wondered about: Why isn’t Spanish a thing here in the Philippines, as it is in other former colonies of Spain? And now I know.
Hold on to your sanity and we’ll get through these:
Ah, the grumpiness that comes with old age. The noise here can be more than a little irratationg.I’m not sure what a “dchool” is, but Johnny seems to know his stuff.Dude, it’s called bartering.
For what it is worth, I suffered no repercussions from overindulgence last night. And now I’ll get on with today and see what happens next.
Well, it is 1964 and we are in the midst of the British invasion. Here’s the number one song of the year:
And yesterday there was a Hasher from Thailand who didn’t have a leg to stand on.
The 33rd anniversary of the founding of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers is in the books. By all accounts, it was a good one. We had 121 Hashers in attendance, including folks from Hash Houses in La Union, Angeles City, Puerto Galera, and Manila. We also welcomed international Hashers from Pattaya and Bangkok in Thailand, and one from Cambodia. Thanks for joining us in our celebration.
The hares, Anal Receptive, Leech My Nuggets, and Fast and Loose, worked hard on three trails of varying difficulty: a 10.5K ass-kicker with a long, hard climb to Kalaklan Ridge; an 8K trek with a somewhat easier climb to the ridgeline; and a short 4K jaunt that still had a healthy climb. Me being me, I opted for a 6K, mostly flat valley walk.
The chosen paths of the Hares.And the Sinatra trail.(I did it my way)
The downside to staying flat was missing views like this one from the top:
Maybe next time.
So, here’s some of what I did see:
The bus that carried us from the VFW in Barretto out to the trail head in Naugsol.Waiting to board the bus. The legless Hasher from Thailand seemed genuinely disappointed that none of the trail options were suitable for his wheelchair. On the bus and ready to roll.
Here’s nine minutes of views from the bus ride:
And here are the last two minutes of the journey:
And now some photographs from the hike:
Anal Receptive giving last-minute guidance to the Hashers.And off we go! The folks walking down the road in the background are the ones who opted for the long trail.I followed the medium trail folks for the first portion of my trail.A view of the valley I’ll be walking soon.That’s me and Cums Alone bringing up the rear.Just up ahead is where my group, Pubic Head, BF’s Wet Spot. and Cums Alone veered to the right to avoid climbing that mountain.Pubic Head leading the way on our “sane” trail.Country living.A horny carabao.The Naugsol Falls.Stepping into Alta Vista with Easter Mountain in the background.
We stopped in at The Rite Spot for some lunch, then continued to the On-Home venue at Bella Monte hotel.
And the beers commenced to flowing.More Hashers than available chairs. A lot bigger turnout than anticipated.It’s nice on ice!Time to Circle up.I’m over 70, so I’m allowed to sit during the Hash Circle.Hashers, Hashers, everywhere!Time on the ice for Hash violations. Cums Alone (Swan) broke a bottle of beer. Shame on you!No ifs, ands, or butts about it!
At the conclusion of the Hash, we headed to It Doesn’t Matter for the after-Hash gathering.
That’s the largest crowd I ever did see at It Doesn’t Matter.
And that’s how this year’s version of the Anniversary Hash went down. Oh, I also have a new Hash shirt to comemerate the event.
The front side……and the back side. Do any of those Hashers look familiar?
We recreated the image on the shirt at the Hash yesterday:
Pubic Face, Cums Alone, Get Your Rocks Off, Cum Together, and Pubic Head.
And life goes On-On at the Hash!
A reminder of how much things have changed since we learned to fly:
I Musk say, it just ain’t Wright by Elon way you look at it.
Today’s YouTube provides the reasons you want to avoid these five places in the Philippines. Well, I think the Angeles City concerns are overblown. You won’t get scammed if you ain’t stupid. It also seems like common sense to avoid the overcrowded, poverty-stricken areas of Manila, especially at night. And anyone who would voluntarily go to the terrorist infested Muslim areas in the southern Philippines must have a death wish.
Get the mouthwash ready:
But it grows on you.I hear you knockin’, but you can’t come in. I’m no grammar Nazi, but that apostrophe is not needed in this context.At least it wasn’t a Hash run!
With that, I’ll bring this post to a close. I’m joining the Bangkok Hashers for a bar crawl this evening. I’m not sure what I’m getting myself into, but I’ll bail if it gets too wild. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.
It’s 1963, so let’s go surfin’! I was only eight years old when this song came out, but as I grew up, the Beach Boys became one of my favorite groups.
Sad to learn this morning that a popular member of our expat community, Kerry Quinn, has passed away. At least he made it to his 80s. RIP, sir.
Kerry’s death is a timely reminder that our days are numbered, and when your number comes up, it’s all over. I’m not in a “live every day like it’s your last” mode, but I do try to appreciate that I can still do the things I enjoy, mundane as they may be. One of those things I enjoy is the Hash, and I survived another one yesterday.
The trail itself was familiar. In fact, the majority of it was a trail I had done three weeks ago, just in the opposite direction. So that downhill jaunt of mine became a moderately hard climb this go-round. The good news is that my lungs appear to have recovered from the phlegm infestation, and I didn’t experience any breathing problems during the Hash. I took the short-trail option, which came in at right around 5K, so I had no need to shortcut. All in all, it was a good day to be out with the Hash group.
Here are some photos from the event:
Hashers gathering at the VFW starting point for yesterday’s trail.And we are On-On!The climb began with some stair steps.It was a lot easier coming down the steps than it was going up them.Why would a bitch care about your vibe?A view from the top of the stairs.The stairs ended, but not the climb.Nearing the top.At the four corners junction on the My Bitch trail.The Easter Mountain view from here.Nice to see you again, Mountain Mama Onelia.Making our way back down.Slow and steady, and don’t take a fenceSorry, I’ve already found my Queen of Hearts.The proverbial fork in the road, but I didn’t take it.Arriving On-Home at Johansson’s.The way we walked.Holding court (and drinking beers) prior to the Hash Circle.Some of the Hash Gash in attendance.Time to Circle up.It’s nice on ice!Fireman squirting on a Tiny Cunt.Almoranus got the Hashshit.
As usual, we did an after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter.
A view of the evening sky in Barretto.
And that’s how I rolled through another Hash Monday. Keep ’em coming!
From the November 2022 LTG archives, I had a “first date” with Lydell, the first first date I’d had in a long time. It seemed to go okay, but for whatever reason things didn’t go much further with her.
Today’s YouTube video is from Reekay, who talks about the tourism crisis in Panglao, Bohol. I very much enjoyed my stay there earlier this year, but it does appear that things might be going to shit lately. The guy I met there wants out and is now scouting around Barretto.
Yeah, I’m still posting this crap:
In all seriousness, despite my love of beer, I am vehemently opposed to driving under the influence.And Tiger Woods is rich enough to hire a driver, even if he is just puttering around. (Sorry!)And then she flew away.Damn, why didn’t I think of that?
Life goes on for me, so I reckon I’ll get on with living it. More to come tomorrow.
I did it again—hashed and lived to tell about it. My version of yesterday’s trail wasn’t all that challenging. I headed out with every intention of doing the whole thing, but then an easy paved incline left me huffing and puffing, so prudence dictated that I skip the trail’s big hill climb near the end. Talking to others who did the hill, I realized I’d made a wise choice. It was rife with lots of root trip hazards and difficult overgrown limbs and bushes to duck under. No, thank you!
We gathered at the junction of the Govic and National Highway for the start of the Hash.And we are On-On!Most of the early part of the trail was on pavement, so moments like this were enjoyable.When the day’s big climb began, I parted ways with the other Hashers and walked the highway to the On-Home.The On-Home was at Sully’s house in Calapandayan.Leech My Nuggets was the first of the runners to finish the trail.Enjoying the nice bay views at Sully’s.Enjoying some cold beers before the Circle commenced.Circle up!The Hares, Derby’s Bitch and Lick and Spit, on ice.Time is passing.Tiny Cunt got the Hashit this week.My trail was a mostly flat 5K.The beauty of the bay.Where the mountains meet the water.A sky full of color.The after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter.
It’s good to be alive and Hashing!
From Facebook Memories: nine years ago, I took Loraine—the woman who was supposed to share my upcoming life in the Philippines—to Boracay Island to celebrate her 50th birthday.
Two weeks later she broke my heart by leaving me for another man. Looking back on it now, I’d say I dodged a bullet. Thank you, Jesus!
Now it’s September 2022 in the LTG archives, and I attended a memorial gathering for a recently deceased friend, Don Bullock. This triggered the usual thoughts about the uncertainty of what—if any—future lies ahead for us. It also made me wonder whether I’d be missed when I’m gone. I guess it won’t matter one way or the other to me.
It’s been a while since we’ve checked in with Reekay, and in today’s YouTube video, he talks about the pitfalls of looking for a good woman in a local church. Well, I’m not a churchgoer anyway, but the idea of going to church to find a girlfriend seems more than a little weird to me. Yeah, I know—I worship beer and used to meet the women in my life in bars. That didn’t work out so well for me either. I got lucky finding Swan. Thanks again, Jesus!
More of that funny business:
I guess Spock didn’t get the point.Man, your wife appears to have male genes.Something doesn’t add up here, but then, I was never good at math.
And on that note, we’ll bring this post to an end. I’m already working on what I’ll be posting tomorrow—something a reader suggested. I’m not promising it will be better than my usual drivel, but at least it will be a little different. See you then!
This being a Hash post and all, I thought I’d share the lyrics to a Hash song I crafted a few years ago:
Well, you can rock it you can roll it
You can stop and you can stroll it at the Hash
When its muddy and you're spinnin'
You keep on movin' when you're feelin' chicken at the Hash
Doing the trail the way you like it all throughout the nation at the Hash
Ah, let's go to the Hash
Let's go to the Hash, (oh baby)
Let's go to the Hash, (oh baby)
Let's go to the Hash
Come on, let's go to the Hash
Well, you can swing it you can groove it
You can really start to move it at the Hash
Where the paths are the smoothest
And the hiking is the coolest at the Hash
All the dudes and the gashes get their kicks at the Hash
Let's go!
Let's go to the Hash
Let's go to the Hash, (oh baby)
Let's go to the Hash, (oh baby)
Let's go to the Hash
Come on, let's go to the Hash
Let's go!
Well, my dad used his belt and mom would yank my hair. Both were painful but effective.
Here’s the lowdown on yesterday’s Hash. Bottom line, I survived, but maybe that was just luck. My cough and phlegm-filled lungs came into play as we made a climb that was more difficult than I anticipated. For the first time in a long time, I experienced some breathing discomfort. Swan was worried about me, saying my face was very red, but I stubbornly pushed on. My heart rate hit the low 130s, which made me a little nervous, but I figured that once we reached the top, there would be less stress to deal with. That proved to be the case, for the most part. I used my nebulizer for the first time in over a year before bed last night. I’m still hocking up the gunk today, but somewhat less frequently. Hopefully, I’m on the road back to normalcy.
There were two additional climbs that I managed to avoid, reducing a 7K trail to just under 5K. It wasn’t easy, but I got it done. Other than the physical issues, I enjoyed the trail. Here are a few pictures from Run #1725 of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers.
The Hashers gathered for the start of the Hash in Alta Vista. That was convenient for me.And we are On-On!Leaving Alta Vista behind.The easy part of the trail.Up next, a wet walk through a rice paddy. We gave this horny carabao a wide berth.Let the climbing commence!On the way up.A view on the way up.Steeper than it looks.Even Fast and Loose needed to take a pause.A generally well-marked trail.Sweets for the sweet.Passing through Mountain Mama Onelia’s place.That would be her.The worst is over.A Hash poser.The view from here.Looking down on Barretto.Here she Cums Alone.Time to step it on down.Arriving On-Home at It Doesn’t Matter.Yesterday’s trail. Those blue lines show where I shortcut, eliminating two downs and ups.53 Hashers in attendance yesterday, including a large contingent from the Angeles City Corona Hash.Some of the Corona Gash.Circle up!Hares on the ice.Recognition time.Pubic Head celebrated 1,100 runs with the Subic Bay Hash, and Cums Alone was recognized for her 100th run.Always Wet got the Hashit.Three Hashers were celebrating birthday and we honored with a Hash cakeIncluding our Grand Master, Buddy Fucker.
We partied a little harder than usual after the Hash (the gals were drinking soju), and then stumbled to the trike stand for a ride back home. And so ended another Hash day in the life.
Today’s entry from the May 2022 LTG archives features a journey to Three Crosses in Olongapo, one of the most unique and difficult hikes I’ve ever taken. I doubt I have the strength and stamina to undertake it again in the future. The post also mentions the death of one of Barretto’s more unique characters, JR Welch. There is still some controversy over whether it truly was suicide or murder. Slashing your own throat seems like a difficult way to go, but I wasn’t there. The post also talks about how I triggered some Karens on Quora when I shared what Filipina bargirls call Korean men. It was intended to be funny, but I guess a “white supremacist” isn’t allowed to make jokes.
Today’s YouTube video talks about the death of an American tourist in Panglao, Bohol, who got into a drunken bar fight. I heard elsewhere that it occurred at Escape Bar, one of my favorite hangouts when I visited Alona Beach earlier this year. You know, I’ve spent a significant portion of my time in bars over the last 20 years and have never once engaged in fisticuffs. That’s just not my style. I either ignore the assholes or get up and leave. Nothing good is going to come from engaging in violence.
Maybe there’s some humor in here somewhere:
Just make the breast of it.Brown and out and feeling a little saggy.That’s okay, I’ve been posting my dirt here since 2005.
And now I’m done for today. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
Mission accomplished! It had been way too long since I’d found the willpower to do the climb up to the Kalaklan Ridge. Yesterday’s Hash trail provided it. As I’ve said before, there is no easy way to get there, but yesterday’s route wasn’t too bad. I did deviate from the Hare’s trail, not as a shortcut, but to take me to the viewpoints I’ve been longing to see again. All in all, it was a very good hike and well worth the effort.
Leech My Nuggets was one of the Hares……and Fast And Loose was the other.A rickety bridge crossing early on.Someone’s dream collapsed.It’s hard to imagine what life must be like up here with no conveniences.Nearing the end of the climb, Anal Intruder and Anal Receptive caught up with us (we’d started 15 minutes early).Walking the ridgeline road.This place was vacant and available. Hmm, life on the ridge… I’d enjoy waking up to this view every morning. Walking back home from the bars at night, not so much.Hello down there, Barretto!And that would be Easter Mountain off in the distance.It’s been months and months since we last dispatched cookies and lollipops to the Rolly family. I was surprised when the grandmother remembered my name.Back on the streets of Barretto, a sad reminder that life is fleeting. Enjoy it while you’ve got it!The route of our 6K ridgeline hike.Time to Circle up at our On-Home venue, the Bella Monte Hotel.It’s nice on ice, right Always Wet?Buddy Fucker got the Hashit.
A nice after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter brought another good day to a close. Keep ’em coming!
Back to the January 2022 LTG archives, and once again I’m raging about the scamdemic bullshit. This time, only the vaccinated were allowed access to indoor establishments. I’m actually proud of the fact that I was calling out the nonsense of government dictates from the beginning.
In today’s YouTube video, the vlogger shares the results of his exploration of eight cities as possible retirement destinations in the Philippines. He didn’t come to the Subic Bay area, which I think might have ranked pretty well using his criteria. Of the eight he did rank, I could see myself living in Panglao, Bohol, should I ever desire to relocate.
Let’s do some humor:
It’s the breast time of the day!Richards is always so stoned; he keeps rolling along.What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
And that’s all I’ve got for today. Planning to spend a couple of days in Pundaquit this week, so that will change my point of view for a while. We shall see.
I liked those joints during my first trip through the 70s better than the aching joints I have now.
Well, it only hurts until the pain goes away. And when the pain goes away, I’ll be dead. So, given the option, I can live with the hurt.
Let’s talk about yesterday’s Hash. It was a wet one. The rain never let up all day. The poor Hare couldn’t mark the trail in advance because the marking tools- powder, paper, and chalk couldn’t withstand the constant exposure to water. So instead, the Hare, Demolition Derby, led the pack of Hashers on a “follow me” trail through the streets of Matain and Calapacuan. I don’t recall having done a trail in that manner previously, but it worked out okay. Until it didn’t. After an hour or so, I discerned that Derby was going to lead us back to the On-Home at Smokes and Bottles via a long walk on the Govic Highway. That wasn’t appealing to me, so Swan and I had the bright idea of shortcutting through the neighborhood backstreets. Oops, that was a major fuck up. Turns out most of those streets were underwater. I’m talking knee-deep wading that went on for a kilometer or so. Not fun!
Here are some photos from the Hash adventure.
The brave souls who didn’t let the rain stop themfrom Hashing.Heading out on the National Highway.Bayside in the rain.At least it was low tide.Over the seawallwe go.Street strollin’Exciting shit, eh?Holding court.That’s Snake Island out there in the rain haze.Passing by the beached boats.And back in the ‘hood.Retreating from a dead end, I suddenly found myself in front.This should have given me a clue, but I didn’t heed it.The path I chose wound up looking like this, but I opted not to retreat.A Swan taking to the water. And so it goes.
Still, better to be just passing through than having to deal with this 24/7 like the locals.
We went thataway.Back safe and sound at Smokes and Bottles.They look so dry because they didn’t walk the trailGangster Bitch and Cums Alone sharing a hug.Time to Circle up.Hares on the ice.Always Wet looks like a girl with something extra.A virgin Hasher preparing to be deflowered.We made Stewed Rat a cake for his birthday.Demented Dickhead got the Hashit this week.And as usual, the day ended with the after-Hash at It Doesn’t Matter.
Wet and wild is the way we rolled through another day in the life.
The Facebook AI Gods offered to alter that old photo I posted yesterday of me and my daughter at her high school homecoming queen event:
She got a kick out of it.
Now it is November 2021 in the LTG archives, and it seems God is calling my bluff about giving up on love. Paula, the gal I had been crushing on from a distance, invited me to a gathering for her birthday and told me she was interested in giving me a try. Wow! I responded by inviting her to hike with me, and she accepted. Where do I go from here? Well, I know where I went, but that’s a story for another day.
Today’s YouTube video is about tipping in the Philippines. Unlike in the USA, tipping is not expected here, and tips of any amount are appreciated. I’ve altered my tipping philosophy since moving here, but I will usually tip at least 10%, especially when I can tip my server directly (the group tip boxes don’t resonate with me). I know many of my fellow expats don’t come from a tipping culture and think it is a stupid American habit. You do you, and I’ll do me. It’s my money to spend as I see fit.
Now let’s head for the humor zone:
Whatever you do, don’t have kids with her!Death might be a blessing for this guy.It’s been a long time since I’ve unwrapped a peanut butter cup.
And yes, it is STILL fucking raining today. Someone posted that this makes 39 straight days. I guess that makes this situation to be of Biblical proportions. Hmm, how long can I tread water?
Welcome to the BER months…may your bells be jingled!
Jesus must love Hashers, because when it was time for the Hash to begin yesterday, the rain miraculously stopped and didn’t begin again until all the Hashers were safely back to the On-Home venue at It Doesn’t Matter. I was also surprised that we had a larger turnout than I expected given the foul weather we have been experiencing. Fifteen or so brave souls did the trail, and over thirty showed up for the Hash Circle. I was happy that all the feedback I received about the trail was positive. Even those die-hard Hashers like Leech My Nuggets said they enjoyed the hike. Several others said they were pleasantly surprised that a notorious shortcutter like me had laid such a challenging course (two hill climbs). The ribbon markings proved easy to follow and no one got lost. So, I felt good about doing my part for a successful Hash run.
Providing some guidance before sending the Hashers on their way (another group had left earlier).
We had checked into a room for our overnight stay at the Anbon Hotel. It’s pretty much a shithole, but it facilitated our need to shower, plus it is right across the street from It Doesn’t Matter, so it was a convenient venue to stumble back to after the Hash (we stayed overnight knowing we’d want to shower again this morning). After the Hashers departed, we walked around the corner to Sit-n-Bull and shared a roast beef dip sandwich. Swan went back to the room for a nap, and I went to IDM to welcome the returning Hashers. I was not surprised to see Fast And Loose (a marathoner) finish the 6K trail in just under an hour.
There be a God’s-eye view of yesterday’s Hash trail.Leech My Nuggets finished third and set about his duties as the Hash Cash guru.After the trail liquid refreshment time.A gathering of Hash Gash.The ice delivery.Hares on the ice.It’s nice on ice!Deflowering a virgin Hasher.Fat Bastard was this week’s Hashit recipient.The AI rendering in recognition of achieving the Hashit. Good work, Pubic Head!A larger-than-usual gathering for the after-Hash at It Doesn’t Matter.Ain’t they sweet?
It was quite a party at the after-Hash. A couple of Hashers bought rounds of shots for everyone, and then the bar owner reciprocated. Since we were sleeping across the street, we stayed later than usual. Hold onto your hats, I didn’t crawl into bed until a little after 10 p.m. It’s nice to go a little wild sometimes.
From the Facebook memories:
The view from my Gireum-dong apartment fifteen years ago. One life ends, another begins.
It’s September 11 in the 2021 LTG archives, and I pay tribute to the heroes on the 20th anniversary of that horrific terrorist attack. I was working in downtown D.C. that morning, and obviously, it’s a day I’ll never forget. It changed me and my outlook on the world (I’d always voted for Democrats before then). It also put me on the road that eventually led to my employment with the US Army in Korea. Another life-changing event.
Today’s YouTube video explores the reasons the Philippines remains a poor country. I’m not sure you can really fault the Spanish and the Americans. Graft and corruption seem to come naturally to the powerful elite here. I can attest from personal observation that the common folk here may be poor, but they are far from lazy.
Time for a humor break:
Practice, practice, practice!I’m sure they’ll arrive before this conversation ends.A crowning moment of futility.
And that’s the way the day went down. It’s been raining off and on today, but nothing like the shit storms we’ve been through these past few weeks. Of course, there’s a typhoon projected to arrive here on Thursday, so hang onto your hats.
(L-R) Gangster Bitch, Dripping Pussy, BF’s Wet Spot, Cums Alone, and Cum Together.
It’s still getting wetter outside, and I suspect only the ribbons remain on the trail we marked yesterday. Probably only the hardcore group will want to Hash in this weather, and they will no doubt be able to find their way on the familiar paths we’ve laid out. I’ll brief them at the start and leave the rest up to them. If anyone wants to shortcut, I’ll lead them on an easier route. That’s the best I can do.
Here are some photos I took as we laid the trail yesterday:
Halfway up the first hill.Hares hard at work.A rainy day month in Barretto.I have no doubt that all the powder we poured yesterday is long gone now.What goes up, must come down.Tying the ribbon that will likely be the only surviving trail marker.Taking a powder was a waste of time and effort. Oh well.A cow and a mountain.Oh shit.No way around it, wet feet it is.A quick hello to mountain mama Onelia.Through the tall grass.More ships are anchored in the bay than I’ve seen for a while. I assume they are taking shelter from the storm.The final stretch.Steppin’ on down those slimy steps.Our trail came out right at 6 kilometers in length.
So, it was a wet day for the Hares, but we made it through the two climbs and two descents without anyone falling down despite the muddy conditions. Hopefully, the Hashers today will have similar good fortune.
Enjoying some post-trail lunch at the On-Home venue, It Doesn’t Matter.The forecast isn’t cause for optimism.
So, after losing our water access, we went into town to book a room. Anbon Hotel had rooms with water heaters for 1500 pesos a night. They also had rooms available on an hourly basis. Hmm, why would a hotel in the middle of the whore bar district offer short-time rooms? Oh, never mind. We paid 400 pesos for two hours, showered up, and headed out for our Sunday routine destinations.
Red Bar was the first stop, and we enjoyed our usual good time on the patio. Had some grub delivered from Foodies, bought some lady drinks, chatted with managers Cliff and Ashley, and I connected to the Bluetooth and played some of my favorite tunes.
Our Sunday nightcap is traditionally at Jumpin’ Jacks.
Except it ain’t Jumpin’ Jacks no more.
More than the name has changed. Only a few of the regular gals were there; the pool table has moved to the far side of the bar, and the mood of the place is definitely in transition. Instead of music videos on the big-screen TVs, we were presented with women wearing tape. Like this:
The music that accompanies the gals strutting their near-naked stuff isn’t the classic rock that made this bar one of my favorites. A dance stage in the bar will be the next addition, and I saw an advertisement that Red Square Bar is looking for waitresses and GROs. Yep, it’s going to be one of THOSE bars. Hey, it’s none of my business what they choose to do, but I’ll likely be taking my business elsewhere. Oh yeah, the gals that were there last night said they’d be leaving because they don’t want to work in a place that has barfines (take out the gals for a price: i.e., prostitution).
Swan was meeting some family and friends for an event at the disco upstairs from Snackbar. I walked with her to the downstairs bar, but had no desire to join in the fun upstairs. So, we said goodnight, and I headed home. When I woke this morning, she was next to me, so it’s all good.
The most steps I’ve managed to get in all month, so there’s that.
And now it is September 2021 in the LTG archives. In this post, I recount meeting a new gal on our Wednesday hike named Paula. I predict a heartbreak in my future.
For today’s YouTube video, here’s the Filipina Pea surveying the type of foreigner Filipinas find attractive. I asked a Filipina once what had attracted her to me. She smiled and said, “That bulge in your pants.” I proudly looked down at my crotch, and she said, no, not that, and pointed at my wallet. And so it goes.
Let’s get these out of the way:
Don’t judge a boob by its cover.This hits a little too close to home.At least she died happy.
Okay, welp, time to prepare for whatever this wet Hash day may hold in store. We are going to book an overnight room at Anbon Hotel this afternoon. It’s right across the street from It Doesn’t Matter, so we can clean up after the Hash and start the day tomorrow with a shower. You gotta do what you gotta do.
Or as I’ve been known to say, “Forget the past, it’s history. Forget the future, it’s a mystery. Forget the present, I didn’t get you one.”
I have lived in the states of California, Arizona, Arkansas, Oklahoma, South Carolina, and Virginia. And now it seems I’m living in the state of Calamity.
It appears that there is no end in sight for the current onslaught of wet weather.
I guess if the government can’t stop the rain, there’s nothing I can do but adapt as best as I am able. At the appointed time to start yesterday’s Hash run, it was pouring down hard, but I didn’t let that stop me. Well, my desire for self-preservation precluded me from doing Hare’s Hash trail up to Kalaklan Ridge, but I did my own flat 4K walk to the On-Home at Johansson’s. Only five Hashers showed up at the start to do Leech My Nuggets’ trail, and they all survived the wet ordeal. Good on them!
The trail I didn’t do.And the one I did do. Yeah, I’ve gotten to be a pussy in my old age. But maybe that’s why I’ve achieved old age.Umbrellas don’t keep your feet dry.There is no escape.Up to my ankles was as deep as it got.Arriving safely at Johansson’s. Those tubes are attached to the pump that is clearing the flooded interior.The bar area has a roof.But not the area behind the bar. That’s where we hold the Hash Circle.I found a refuge where I could stay mostly dry.It’s nice on ice!We joined the “leavers” (people who won’t be attending next week’s Hash) on the ice. And then the Grand Master remembered that we are the upcoming Hash Hares. It was good for a laugh. Damn, I can’t believe how gray my hair is getting. But at least I still have some hair.Semen Extinguisher received the Hashit this week.And he was gifted an AI rendering by Pubic Head.The usual after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter, which will also be our On-Home venue next week.
Upon arrival at It Doesn’t Matter, I purchased a beer card as usual (pay for five beers, get the sixth beer free). As I was enjoying my first San Mig Light beer, the owner, Luna, brought out the new Extra Light beer. I got excited until she said the beer card can’t be used for Extra Light because it costs 100 pesos a bottle, versus the 90 pesos for other beers. Well, the beer card says it is good for local beers, but I’m not going to argue with the boss lady. I did call her Miss Tick. (Get it? Luna Tick.)
And that’s the story of our rainy Hash Monday. I fear it is going to be wet next week too. Oh well, a Hare’s gotta do what a Hare’s gotta do.
A commenter mentioned noticing I’ve been more active in deleting bullshit from the comments. Yes, I have. If a comment is not related to the post or otherwise relevant, out it goes. That doesn’t happen as often as the flat out personal attacks on you humble correspondent. Like this one I deleted today:
I assume you just delete my comments because I am black. You think we proud African-Americans don’t deserve a voice? After all you people did to us? You’re nuthin but a bigoted cracker! Eat shit racist.
Well, unless I’ve met you in person, I have no idea of your race, and I wouldn’t care anyway. I was taught to judge based on character, not skin color. And based on this comment, I judge this individual to be an asshole. Again, you can criticize anything I share or write, but do so respectfully.
We have now entered the July 2021 LTG archives, and in this post, I talk about being lazy. How lazy? Too lazy for sex! Joy was so disappointed, bless her heart.
Today’s YouTube video discusses the garbage crisis in the Philippines. Its focus is on the trash flowing downriver into Manila Bay, but we have a similar issue here in Subic Bay. I’ve seen full garbage bags floating down the Matain River below my house. The ultimate solution will require a cultural shift, something I don’t expect will happen anytime soon.
Time to lighten the load:
Now do water to beer, Jesus. And make it Extra Light!You may want to be careful who you monkey with, dude. Just sayin’.I don’t get the Klaus Müller reference, but it is still funny to me.
And there you have it, another day, another post. And like every other day this month, the rain is pounding on my roof as I write this. And so it goes.
I carried an open umbrella for the entirety of yesterday’s Hash trail. And when I was finished, I was soaked to the skin. It’s been crazy lately, and even the old-timers say they don’t recall a time when it has rained this consistently and this intensely. Over 30 inches of water from the sky in the last two weeks. Luckily, the Hare, Buddy Fucker, laid a trail that was mostly pavement and beach walking. There were still plenty of puddles to wade through, but better than muddy paths for sure.
Those brave souls willing to defy the rain gather at the VFW to commence with the hike.And we are On-On!One of those puddles I mentioned.A brief excursion on the National Highway before hitting the beach.This is the worst I’ve ever seen Barretto Beach get trashed after the bay high tide vomited its innards.The trail included a beer stop at Outback.I elected not to imbibe, preferring to keep my walkaholism and alcoholism separate.The trail concluded with a stroll down Baloy Beach.It was a mess as well. Sorry the photo looks blurry; it was pouring down rain.The view from our On-Home venue, the Tropical Zone Resort.7K of wet wildness.Chatting with the Tropical Zone bar staff.The Hash Gash doing their usual card game.Anal Receptive, Pubic Head, and Cum Together holding court.Time to Circle up…It’s nice on ice!Although it’s nicer when you aren’t sitting on the ice, IMHO.Goat Fucker, our On-Home hostess, was awarded this week’s Hashit.Pubic Head’s AI rendering.
As is our custom, we caught a trike to carry us to the It Doesn’t Matter after-Hash gathering. The folks who arrived ten minutes after us were talking about the landslide on the National Highway. We had just gone by where the hillside slid onto the highway before it happened. Damn, talk about blind luck! Here are some photos I took of the collapse this morning:
The power lines went down as well. Downslide in a downpour.That 3-wheeler was the only vehicle hit. Glad it wasn’t us in our trike.The fruit and vegetable business here was also severely damaged.
That’s more than enough excitement here in my little town.
Facebook memories once again remind me of how much more fun my first journey through the 70s was.
1973, with my high school sweetheart, Karen, and my 1963 pickup truck, which I aptly named “Redford.” Gotta love Karen’s stylish bell bottoms.
And here are some words I wrote eleven years ago:
Sometimes we wait awhile to begin our journey, but in due time we move on towards our destination. Along the way people come and people go, but the reality is we are all solitary travelers. And then the ride is over and it is time to pay the piper. And the damn fare machine won’t accept the only paper money in your wallet. And so goes another morning subway commute.
Those were the days.
Back to the April 2021 LTG archives, where I duly note my second-place finish in the Barretto Singles League, my schoolboy-style attempts to spark some interest from the girl I was crushing on, and a first-time encounter with a stranger who turned out to be only nineteen years old. Heh, I went as low as eighteen once, but those days are thankfully gone forever.
Today’s YouTube video offers some perspective on why the USA decolonized the Philippines. This vlog strikes me as having a bit of an anti-American bias, but the history is still thought-provoking.
Ready for more of this?
That’s the way to do it!She’ll leave you shitless.It’s all a matter of perspective.
Time to get back to the real world. Hopefully, I’ll continue to slide on by the disasters.
Welp, my plans for tomorrow are to get on a plane and fly to Siargao Island for a few days.
Okay, I *think* I have everything squared away for my upcoming journey. Online check-in, e-boarding passes saved to my phone. Have a cab driver I’ve never used before scheduled to pick us up at 0900, and I have made arrangements for the hotel I’m staying at to pick us up at the airport. Man, the older I get, the more challenging travel becomes. I hope I haven’t forgotten anything.
So, let’s get to yesterday’s news — run number 1717 of the Subic Bay Hash. It rained most of the day, which made me change my mind about doing the climb up to Kalaklan Ridge. For those who did the trail, it was the slippery down that proved the most challenging. Anyway, no regrets; better safe than sorry. Broken bones would have ruined my island plans.
The few brave souls who gathered at the trailhead despite the weather.And off we go!Everyone else made the right turn and headed up to the ridge. These are the wimps who followed my lead and stayed on the pavement.And then I was down to only two loyal followers.My safe street walk still amounted to almost 6.5K, which is longer than the 5K climbing trail the Hare laid.On home was out back at It Doesn’t Matter.A gathering of Gash.The socialites (didn’t do any part of the trail) on ice.The deflowering of another virgin Hasher.
And that’s the way I rolled on through another Hash Monday.
It’s the last day of 2020 in the LTG archives. The post recounts my first, only, and last ever grueling climb to the top of Mount Santa Rita. What was memorable for me, though, was coming across reflective road markers made by the Ray-O-Lite company. One of my post-high school jobs was working at the factory where they were manufactured. Given the timelines (I assume they were installed during the Navy base days), I may have had a hand in making them.
It’s no reflection on me.
Today’s YouTube video poses the question, “Is it worth living in the Philippines in 2026?” The answer to that is obviously yes, and the vlogger does a good job showing the good and the bad of life here. Some things are harder than others to adapt to, but you just need to take a deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way.
It only hurts until the pain goes away:
Ah, the good ol’ days.It could have been worse. No shit.She makes a good point.
Okay, another rainy day, but it is the season after all. I’m sure I won’t be dissuaded from venturing into town for the last time this week. Live it while you can!
So, about the Hash yesterday. The Hare, Anal Receptive, provided two options:
A long trail (around 7K with a big climb to the Kalaklan Ridge)……and a short trail less than half the distance as the long with only one moderate climb.
It should come as no surprise which trail I chose to hike.
The Hashers gather on Banaba Street, where both trails began.My fellow travelers on the short trail (plus Pubic Head, who took the photo).And away we go.Up, up, and away.Then we hit a wall.But that didn’t stop us.We did get tired later.Easter Mountain as the clouds start rolling in.Pushing ever onward.The Subic side of things.And sweet Barretto.
If that view looks familiar, it’s because this portion of the Hash trail was the same route we hiked on Friday, just in the opposite direction.
Looking towards Baloy Beach.A grassy knoll.The rain is getting closer. Will we make it down before it catches us?Giving your sole for the Hash.One last look before beginning our descent.Um, if I went any slower, I’d be moving backwards.That message is always an inspiration.Back on the street, the first two long trail Hashers pass us.And we made it to the On-Home venue before the rain hit.Short and sweet.Time for some rehydration.A gathering of Gash.The price you pay for liking the trail.What you get for being the last one to pay.It’s nice on ice!Fast and Loose got the Hashit……and the honor of starring in one of Pubic Head’s AI renditions.
The fun continued at the after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter. Then we were homeward bound. And yes, I had someone to share my bed last night.
Some commenters have asked for some background on what happened with Swan. I don’t want to invade her privacy (more than I already have), so I’ll just say this about it: We had an argument on Saturday night over something stupid that had nothing to do with our relationship. Basically, an asshole we both know came into the bar we were at, and that triggered my hate reaction. We were leaving anyway, but on the trike ride home, I began venting about the asshole. Swan told me to calm down and forget about him. I took that as her defending the asshole, and I guess I raised my voice to a higher level. Okay, maybe I was shouting. We arrived home, and she wouldn’t talk to me. I sat stewing on the front porch when Swan came out of the house and started walking down the street. I repeatedly called out to her to come back home, and she ignored me. A few minutes after she had turned the corner and disappeared, I got a message from her to keep the door open so she could pack some clothes. When she got back home, I tried again to get her to stay and talk about it, but she didn’t respond. A few minutes later, she walked off wearing her backpack. And then I got a message saying, “it’s over.”
Okay, obviously, I was the culprit in this situation. I shouldn’t have lost my temper over something that is not important–the asshole isn’t worth it. But I also thought Swan’s reaction was over the top. I just couldn’t understand why she would end a three-year relationship because of this incident. So, it made me wonder if she was just looking for an excuse to leave me. That hurt, but on the other hand, I love her, and if she is not happy with me, she should move on with her life. And that’s where things stood while I tried to figure out what my future alone would look like. Would I stay in Barretto, or move somewhere else and start over? One thing I knew for sure was that Swan would be my last love in this lifetime. I don’t know how long I have left, but I’ll be with her, or I’ll be loveless.
We had a long talk about the situation on Sunday. At first, Swan suggested she move to the basement and continue to be my caregiver. I told her having my ex living downstairs wouldn’t work for me, and I’d be better off alone. I told her I hadn’t yet decided whether I’d be staying here or going, but she didn’t need to worry about me regardless. I told her that her overreaction to the argument made me believe she wasn’t committed to the relationship. Swan said I had yelled and cursed at her in a loud voice. Then she told me that she had been traumatized growing up by the screaming matches her parents engaged in. And that’s why she walked away from me that night. She needed to clear her head. My reaction to her leaving didn’t help.
And then we decided to try again. Knowing what I know now about her past, I will try to keep my temper in check and not raise my voice at her. And if she walks away, I’ll give her the space she needs to deal with her feelings. She assures me that her love for me is unchanged, and she doesn’t want to leave me. And that’s where things stand.
“Like attracts like. Just be who you are, calm and clear and bright. Automatically, as we shine who we are, asking ourselves every minute is this what I really want to do, doing it only when we answer yes, automatically that turns away those who have nothing to learn from who we are,and attracts those who do, and from whom we have to learn, as well.” ― Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
Today is my mother’s birthday. She died fifteen years ago, but you never forget the lifetime of love.
Miss you, mama. I hope you are in a happy place.
On to August 2020 in the LTG archives, and I’m enjoying sharing time with Ilene. She is a very special woman, probably out of my league, or maybe we just had different destinies to pursue. Ilene is happily married these days, and we have no contact, but I’m glad she found what she was looking for. I’ve managed to hold on to Swan, and I hope she’s around for the rest of my life.
For today’s YouTube video, I’ve come across a vlogger who seems to specialize in having random Filipinas show them where they live. It’s different and kind of interesting to see the living conditions of common folk. I’ve watched a couple of these now, and he has a weird editing quirk where you see the first minute or so, and then it goes back to the start. It’s a little irritating, but it’s only 8 minutes long; the blip only happens in the beginning. I’m actually curious how he meets the gals and why they agree. He says it’s spontaneous, but my spider sense says he may pay them for their time.
Hmm, fucker doesn’t allow embedding. Here’s the link. I’ll never share one of his videos again.
To the humor, then.
Heroes are made, not born.She needs a safety pen.No Khan do.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it. Whatever the future brings, I’ll make the best of it.
On and on it goes, where it stops nobody knows. Yesterday’s Hash adventure was pretty tame, at least the way I did it. It rained most of the morning, and there was an announcement that the planned Hash trail was cancelled and that we’d be meeting up at Barretto High School for a street walk instead. Not long after that, another notice was posted saying disregard the previous notice; the Hash trail would commence as originally planned. I guess the Hares changed their mind. I didn’t, though. My group met up with Pubic Head at Barretto High School and did an unchallenging street walk. From what I heard from those who did the real trail, it was a wet and muddy mess. So, no regrets about my choice.
My hike mates on the streets of Barretto. Well, Dagupan Street, to be specific.And on the beach in Baloy.A new On-Home venue on Baloy Beach this week. I really like this place a lot!The trail I walked.A gathering of Gash.Old farts at the bar.A sign I liked behind the bar. I give my brain the night off every day!Three of my favorites (L-R):Fast and Loose, Always Wet, and Goat Fucker.Always Wet and Goat Fucker were the Hares this week.It’s nice on ice!Our two newly named Hashers are Semen Extinguisher and Fat Bastard. I’ll leave it to you to decide which is which.Pubic Head got the Hashit this week.His crime? Showing up one minute late for Saturday’s 7-Eleven Hash run.
At the conclusion of the Hash Circle, it was off to It Doesn’t Matter for some after-Hash debauchery before making my way back home for a good night’s sleep.
Facebook memories for today:
Ten years ago, I was walking this path in Seoul. Damn, I miss that first-world infrastructure.Before I retired at the end of 2010, I’d left this tab hanging in the men’s toilet of my office building. When I got rehired in 2015, it was still there. Talk about leaving a mark in the world!
From the July 2020 LTG archives, I was living in the moment. Jessa, the gal I’d been dating, messaged me asking, “Are you happy? Yes or no?” I responded by sending her the lyrics to that Jason Mraz song. I guess that scared her off. I always regretted not trying harder to make it work with her. Thanks for nothing, Jason!
In today’s YouTube video, the vlogger discusses the costs and benefits of living in Panglao, Bohol. I found it quite interesting because, if I had to move from Barretto, Panglao would be near the top of my list of options. They don’t have a Hash there, but otherwise I felt right at home.
Humor time:
No, thanks. Give me some Nancy instead!And the doctor said, I’m going to need to amputate…Well, at least the car will still be as good as new when you start paying interest.
And that’s all I’ve got for today. There’s another birthday party on tap today, this time at It Doesn’t Matter. Hey, any excuse for a cold beer will do!
Another Monday, another Hash. For the four hundredth time. Heh, it never gets old, even if I do. Yesterday I did things my way (again) because if I don’t like the Hare or the trail, I’m not going to bother with attempting it. That’s one of those lessons I learned early on in my Hashing career. It’s good to have options.
So, my trail yesterday was walking from my house to the On-Home at the house of Hasher Always Wet. Coincidentally, she lives at the far end of the My Bitch trail, so the route was a no-brainer. Now, the Bitch is only a little over 3K, which is short, even by my low standards. So, I skipped the Hash Circle and walked back into town for the after-Hash at It Doesn’t Matter. That gave me another 3K, which suited me just fine.
Me doing my Frank Sinatra impression.My fellow Hashers yesterday were Cums Alone and BF’s Wet Spot.Where The Bitch begins.Walking The Bitch.Getting back to my roots.Passing through Mountain Mama Onelia’s place.A view from The Bitch. The Bitch from one end to the other.Paying my fair share. Hash fees are 300 pesos each.A gathering of Hash Gash.Some after-hike beverages with Pubic Head and Leaking Willy.All I asked was, “Do you think I’m handsome?”Handing out lollipops on the way to It Doesn’t Matter.
After enjoying some food, drinks, and camaraderie at IDM, it was time to bring another Hash Monday to a close. Keep ’em coming! Maybe I can join the elite 1000 run club someday.
In an odd coincidence, Facebook memories reminded me that six years ago I was awarded a Hash vest in recognition of my 100th run.
On-On!
From the June 2020 LTG archives, I’m reminded of a dinner date at my place with Jessa, a gal I had been crushing on since meeting her in 2018. The date apparently went well, but obviously she wasn’t my future. I’ll have to keep delving into the archives to find out why. Stay tuned!
I forget why I thought today’s YouTube video was worthy of posting, but then, I’m lucky to remember anything these days. But yeah, names don’t stick in my mind for long lately. It’s weird because I’ll see a familiar face, but if it’s not where I met them, I have no clue as to who they are. I pass a person on the street who warmly greets me, “Hello, John!” and I smile and nod, thinking where do I know her from?
Now for the funny business:
Why spoil her day?I can’t get over how you can’t spell “fascinated.”
Oh, before I go, commenter Terry advises that for those having trouble logging on, they should try making LTG a “trusted site.” With all the security add-ons I’ve done, it should be safe to do so. Thanks again, Terry, for the tip.
So, I survived another Hash Monday, and this one included a climb to the Kalaklan Ridge. There is no easy way up, but the Hash trail took the least difficult path I know of to the top. Of course, once we reached the ridgeline, there was still more climbing to be done, just not as steep. It had been quite a while since the last time I’d done Kalaklan, and I’d almost forgotten how tiring the journey can be. Or maybe I’m just weaker and older these days. The escalation to elevation left me exhausted.
Of course, what goes up must come down, and I decided to stay on the trail as intended by the Hare. And the route he took was on a path we call “Motherfucker.” It earned that name because of how hard it is going up that way. Yesterday was a reminder that it is a motherfucker to go down as well. At least it wasn’t raining, but it was still steep and slippery. I had a couple of close calls but somehow managed to keep my feet all the way to the bottom.
And yes, I did take a shortcut. Once we were back on the street, there was a kilometer or so to go to reach our On-Home venue. I’d had enough by then, so grabbed a passing trike to take me the rest of the way. Yeah, I may be a pussy, but at least this time I skipped the easiest part of the hike.
Here are some photos from the journey:
Off we go! The three of us hit the trail about ten minutes ahead of the rest of the pack.Shocking, I know.Demolition Derby was the first to pass us on the way up.Then came Leaking Willy.Then the Hare, Leech My Nuggets, zoomed on by.On up!Looking back down from whence we came.Hooray! We achieved the ridgeline.That would be Olongapo City down there.Still gaining elevation, but in much gentler bites.A water break for My Mouth Is Shut.Here come the rest of the Hashers. Yep, my group was the last one to finish the trail.There be our destination, the lovely village known as Barretto.Harder than it looks.Getting closerA real downer.Nearing the end of the down.The ups and downs of another Hash trail.On Home at Bella Monte Hotel.Hasher Yogini recently returned from the USA and brought along some Miller Lite beer to share.That’s the way it’s done.The Hare doing his ice time.It’s nice on ice!I had to pass the Hashit on to this week’s recipient……and I chose to give it to Leech My Nuggets.Here’s how Pubic Head’s AI rendered the moment.Then there was the after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter.Cum Together and Cums Alone, a match made in heaven.
And there you have the story of this week’s Hash.
From Facebook memories, that day in Poteau, Oklahoma, forty years ago, when my younger brother tied the knot.
That’s my kids hanging on the railing and my grandmother, Pernie, exiting the church.What’s life without the moments you’ll remember?
From the April 2020 LTG archives, I’m still ranting and raving about shit, but I’m also out hiking. And on this day, Scott introduced me to the mountain mama, MJ “Gam-Gam”. Her ex left her with two half-American kids, but was at least still sending her support from the USA. When he died a year or so later, I took over the role of feeding his kids. It’s my main charity project these days.
MJ and the kids on the day I met her. The daddy never bothered to secure citizenship for his offspring. They are living poor, but at least they have food on the table.
Today’s YouTube video lists some of the cheaper places to live in the Philippines that still offer comfort and amenities. The only one I’ve personally visited is Davao, a city I found oppressive (vaping wasn’t permitted there). Anyway, I don’t expect I’m going to be leaving my chosen town. Except in an urn.
I post, you decide:
And the downward slope is growing ever steeper.I should have warned you to steel yourself for that one.They must never look in the mirror before casting their aspersions.
Alright, just a quick wrap-up for yesterday’s Hash event, in which I participated as one of the Hares. As previously mentioned, I went out Monday morning to re-mark the trail after a rainstorm wiped out the hard work of marking we had done on Sunday. Oh, well, that’s the way it goes. The feedback I heard from the Hashers who did the trail was almost all positive. No one got lost, and some were surprised how long the trail was (a little over 7K). It was a hot day, which I’m sure made it feel longer.
I wasn’t on trail with the group, so here are a few photos Pubic Head took:
Off they go! I’m told there were a dozen or so Hashers at the start.The Philseco Road portion of the trail.Leaking Willy coming back down from the only hill climb.One of two unpaved portions of the trail.Yeah, you go thataway.Over the bridge.And through the Subic marketplace.On-Home at Sully’s place in Calapandayan.The trail we laid.The first to finish were Leech My Nuggets and Bug Fucker, coming in after 65 minutes on the trail. Not bad!A nice view from Sully’s place.A view of Sully’s place.Those hard-working Hares on the ice again.Just a few sprinkles after the Hash run was done.Cheers!I was awarded the Hashshit for my fuck-up of insisting we mark the trail on Sunday.And the sun sets on another Hash Monday.Then it was on to the usual after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter.
From the February 2020 LTG archives, it’s the last day of the month in a Leap Year. In many ways, it was just another day in the life. But it was also a reminder of how things change. I attended the now-defunct SOB dance competition and spent some quality time with its founder, the now-deceased Dave Fischer. Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone…
Today’s YouTube video discusses seven signs that your life is in its final year. I’ve not experienced any of these so far. Then again, I have to cross that damn National Highway every day, so it still could be just a matter of time.
Humor me:
What about the final chapter?Stranger danger!Many a pretty girl has burned me over the years.
That’s the way it went down yesterday. I’m glad to report I haven’t lost my Hare.
The way those with artificial intelligence envision Hares in action.
Alright, I need to make this quick, I’ve got a Hash to attend to. As I mentioned yesterday, I did the marking for today’s trail with my fellow Hares yesterday. And a couple of hours after we were done, there was a heavy rainstorm. Damn, I hate when that happens. So, this morning, Swan and I went back out to re-powder and re-chalk markers for the Hashers to follow. It’s a good thing we did because most of the powder had washed away. Pubic Head will greet the Hashers at the start and provide last-minute guidance. I’ll head out to the On-Home venue, Hasher Sully’s house, to be there as the Hashers arrive. On-On!
This week’s Hares: Cums Alone, Cum Together, and Pubic Head.As we marked the trail yesterday, Pubic Head tripped on that homemade speed bump and wound up in that ditch at the side of the road. Luckily, a skinned knew and elbow was the only damage done.A tad over 7K, but mostly flat.
We did our usual Sunday evening out routine, starting at Red Bar.
I had birria tacos delivered from Myleen’s for Swan. You are welcome!
Then the nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks, which saw me get my ass kicked twice in pool. Hey, whatever fills the hours, right?
One of my better days for getting the steps in.
From the LTG February 2020 archives, I write about the worst Hash trail ever. These days, if Vienna Sausage is the Hare, I plan an alternative route before I start.
For today’s YouTube video, I offer you the chance to time-travel back to England for Anne Boleyn’s beheading. I don’t have time to go right now, but I hope you enjoy the trip.
Just some jokes before I go:
Beats banging your cock, I suppose.
A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night and have dinner with her parents. This being a big event, the girl tells her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and “do it” for the first time.
Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never done it before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some protection. The pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about protection and doing it. At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many he’d like to buy: a 3-pack, a 10-pack, or a family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be very busy, it being his first time and all.
That night, the boy shows up at the girl’s parent’s house and meets his girlfriend at the door. “Oh I’m so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in.” The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl’s parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A minute passes, and the boy still deep in prayer with his head down. Ten minutes pass and still no movement from the boy.
Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to her boyfriend, “I had no idea you were so religious.” The boy turns and whispers back, “I had no idea your father was a pharmacist.”
Sounds like bad medicine.
I never considered that possibility.
And now it is time for me to get back to today’s Hash business. The hard part is over, but there is some beer yet to be drunk.
I called bullshit from the start, but had to get the jabs to keep my visa. Luckily, I suffered no side effects. Yet.
So, what did the harbor master say when a bad joke pulled into port? Pundaquit! They don’t get any worse than that, do they! Anyway, today is Swan’s birthday, and I’m gifting her with a couple of days on the beach in Pundaquit. Pulling out in about an hour, so let’s see if I can get this post over and done with.
So, about yesterday’s Hash. I shortcutted, but the part I skipped was the first 2K of a flat, boring street walk. The Hares (Leech My Nuggets and Anal Receptive) had a trail going through the hills that I’ve enjoyed in the past but hadn’t traversed in a long, long time. So, that’s the 4K I did, with Swan by my side, of course. We took a trike to where we started, and began hiking at 1:30 (the Hash begins at 2:00), adding even more to our head start. We both enjoyed the scenery, and after a moderately difficult climb in the beginning, we just meandered up and down until we reached the end of our journey. Here are some photos from along the way:
We started at the basketball court halfway up the dreaded, steep Banaba Street.Banaba Street, where it mellows out.Leaving Banaba behind.Damn, I’m tired already!Upsy daisy.How are you liking this post so far?A bamboo Swan.No, I didn’t kick the bucket. I was tempted to do so, though.Getting back to my roots.The Hare, Leech My Nuggets, re-hiked his trail, catching up with us when we were about two-thirds of the way through.As I understand it, only four other Hashers did the trail yesterday. This pic, and the next couple of photos, are from them.There were three barbed wire fence crossings to overcome.I was pleasantly surprised that Lyn, John Kim’s widow, came out for the Hash for the second week in a row.A view from the trail.Only 14 Hashers in attendance this week.This week’s Hash Gash photo from Pubic Head.Me and my birthday girl.On-Home was at Hasher Madonna’s house, which is off the roadway at the far end of Rizal Extension.Too difficult to get a block of ice delivered out there, so Anal Receptive made do with bags of ice in buckets.Hares on the ice!Pubic Head got the Hashit this week.The Hash trail some of us followed.
Anyway, I enjoyed the hilly adventure, even with the ups and downs.
Here’s a Facebook memory from 8 years ago:
Can you spot the racist?
It’s now December 2019 in my journey through the LTG archives. In this post, I celebrate my relationship with a 15-year-old. That would be a blog called Long Time Gone. What did you think I meant?
For today’s YouTube video, I’ll share another disaster story about a guy who elected to marry a bar girl. They ain’t all bad, but there is truth to the saying, “you can take a girl out of the bar, but you can’t take the bar out of the girl.”
And now for the humor:
Poke around and find out.That’s pretty much how I handle the money pleas from my bargirl “friends”these days.Things are looking up!
Woo-hoo! I got this post done before my departure time. Now I’ll pack up the laptop and get ready to hit the road. I’ll update you tomorrow from San Antonio!
Courtesy of Pubic Head, an AI rendering of the female Hares for yesterday’s Hash Run.(L-R) Cums Alone, Online Bargain, Lick And Split, Pubic Face, and Dripping Pussy.
A sunny afternoon made for a pleasant Hash for the few who chose to participate. I was surprised to see only six Hashers gathered at the start of the trail. Seventeen showed up at the On-Home, so numbers are way down right now. Lots of the European expat community go back home during the rainy season, so that’s part of the reason for the low numbers. But it’s still a good time for those of us who can attend.
I accompanied the Hares for the trail marking, so I didn’t do the trail again in the afternoon. Instead, I walked from the starting point to the beer stop to greet the Hashers as they arrived. It was about a 30-minute walk, and I had to hustle to get there because I knew it wouldn’t take our marathoner, Fast And Loose, long to complete the first 5K of the Hash trail before the beer stop. I was correct in my assumption–it took her 34 minutes. Our beer stop was at a recently opened store/hangout in San Isidro owned by Hashers Smurf 69 and her hubby, Covid 69. Everyone who came by seemed to enjoy a cold beverage on the way to our On-Home at Kim’s Place in Baloy.
Here are some photos from our Hash day:
The photo of the Hares before AI performed its magic.Hares hard at work.That trail ain’t gonna mark itself, you know.Lick And Split had a novel trail-marking technique…using playing cards tied to branches.I’d been looking all my life for the queen of hearts!Chalking up the beer stop.The gathering at the trailhead.Pubic Head lost a shoe in a muddy spot.Our FRB (front running bitch) Fast And Loose, doing her magic. She’s a runner and the fastest member of our Hash kennel.And here comes Anal Receptive and Demolition Derby.Hanging out at the beer stop.On-Home at Kim’s Place on Baloy Beach.Chillin’ before the Hash Circle.Hares on the ice.It’s nice on ice!Cums Alone preparing to hand off the Hashit she received last week.Pubic Face was the recipient.The trail that was.
More after-Hash fun at It Doesn’t Matter, and then another Hash Monday came to an end. Keep ’em coming!
Meanwhile, in other news, there was a big earthquake down in Mindanao that caused some deaths and destruction yesterday.
I’m way up north in Luzon, so I didn’t feel a thing.
You can see just how damn scary it must have been to have experienced this quake here:
From Facebook memories, a reminder of what I was doing on this day back in 2009:
I attended the annual Army Ball, a formal affair in Seoul. I couldn’t hook up with that cute Korean gal because of the language barrier. She didn’t understand a thing I said.
It’s on to October 2019 in the LTG archives, and in this post, I talk about the Barretto bar scene, and one bar in particular, Cheap Charlies. This used to be one of my favorite hangouts back in the day, but now I only visit a couple of times a month. Things change, and so did I. All the gals I used to know there are long gone, and the lady drink prices (250 pesos) have been raised beyond my personal limit of 200 pesos. The former owner I mentioned, Graham, survived his stroke and, last I heard, is being cared for by family back in the UK.
I came across another vlogger who makes time-travel videos. I don’t think Clara is quite as fun to watch as the other one I posted (Emma), but you can watch and decide for yourself.
Try these on for size:
I imagine things won’t be getting better anytime soon.
There was a man who had worked his whole life in a pickle factory. One day he came home and told his wife that he had been fired from his job.
She began to scream and yell, “You have given them twenty yearsof devoted service. Why did they fire you?”
“For twenty years I’ve wanted to stick my pecker in the pickle slicer,” he explained, “and today I finally did it!”
The wife ran over and pulled his pants down to see what damage had been done. “You look okay,” she said with a sigh of relief. “So what happened to the pickle slicer?”
“Well,” he said with hesitation, “they fired her, too.”
Should have used a cucumber.
These days, I’m known as “Gwapo.”
Another day, another post. I’m not ready to stop yet!
