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!
Swan (Cums Alone) is one of the Gash Hares for today’s Hash trail. It was her first time as a Hare, and I joined the group for their trail-scouting expedition yesterday. I was the only man to go. The weather is “supposed” to be dry today (there’s a light rain while I’m writing this), and so the gals decided to add some off-pavement time to their original plan. That’s basically doing most of the My Bitch trail before descending back down to Marian Hills. Then there will be a walk through the streets of San Isidro, back up into Alta Vista, then down Baloy Road to our On-Home at Kim’s Place. The trail came out to around 6.5K, and I deem it moderately easy, even by my low standards. I’ll be joining the gals for the trail marking this morning. This afternoon, I’ll be manning the beer stop at a Hasher’s new store in San Isidro. Let’s hope everything goes according to plan!
As we began the My Bitch trail, I was surprised at all the fallen mangos on the road.Then, a bit further on the trail, another batch of mangos littered our pathway.The scouting expedition in motion.Here we go again, man.Honestly, you couldn’t starve in this country. Unless you are allergic to mangos.The Easter Mountain shot.I’m no expert, but I’d wager this tree is male.Nice to see you again, Mountain Mama Onelia.These kids always come running, shouting, “Daddy! Daddy!” Like any good father, I provided them with cookies and lollipops.The view from here.Today’s trail is now complete.Resting up at Treasure Island after the scouting was done.
Our Sunday evening on-the-town started with ordering birria tacos from Myleen’s for delivery to Red Bar. After dinner and some beers, it was off to Jumpin’ Jacks for our nightcap.
I played two games of pool and won them both. That says more about my opponent’s skills than mine.
Then it was time to call it a day, and we headed for home.
From the September 2019 LTG archives, I shared the story of my lifelong aversion to proper grammar, especially punctuation. Kevin Kim did his best to educate me, but after six years of trying and seeing little to no progress from me, he has finally given up on teaching this old dog new tricks.
Today’s YouTube video talks about a category where Filipinas are ranked at the top in the world. That would be women watching porn channels. Bless their hearts.
Humor time:
Ouch! Well, even if you can’t drive ’em, you can rent them.I said it four times.It’s all Greek to me; I’m worse at math than grammar.
Okay, I’m back from the adventure with the Gash Hares this morning, marking the trail. I brought up the rear with the idea that I’d fill in any gaps that they may have missed marking. I often said it is better to overmark a trail than undermark it, but they laid it on so thick, and often today I began to wonder about that. Anyway, no one has any excuse to get lost out there. I’ll man the beer stop since I’ve already done the trail today.
So, technically, the bus was only drunk on the way home from our Out Station Hash in San Antonio/Pundaquit. Well, I mean the bus was sober going and coming, but the Hashers it carried had spent a lot more time than usual drinking after the trail and then had an ice chest full of beers to imbibe on the ride back to Barretto. Luckily, we didn’t run out of Hash songs to sing along the way.
There were two trail options, both 6K. One flat, one with a very hefty climb. I’m sure you can guess which one I chose. Yeah, I’m Yellow.The Subic Bay Hash House Harriers gathered at It Doesn’t Matter prior to the 11 am bus boarding.The Hash rented that bus and driver for a mere 7500 pesos.Loaded up and ready to roll!The back of the bus riders.Offloading the flat trail folks in San Antonio.Gathering at the trailhead.And off we go!The first part of our trail took us through the back streets of San Antonio.It’s a nice, quiet town.Leaving the pavement behind.And then a very pleasant walk along the riverside.It’s nice to go where you’ve never been before.Beautiful landscape to view along the way.Although seeing this skinny horse tied up with no shade, food, or water was sad.The hill that the other Hashers climbed.The occasional shady spot was refreshing on another hot day.Yeah, what I called the flat trail, the Hare deemed the cripple trail.I can fall too…Arriving at our On-Home venue.My map of the trek.A gathering of the Gash.Let the beer drinking commence!Filipinas seem to love that powerfully strong Red Horse beer.This week’s Hash Gash pose.CMC/Car Wash is one of my favorite hangouts in Pundaquit. So, while waiting for the Hash Circle to commence, I went in and ordered me some lunch.The grilled pork skewers were the daily special, and they were quite tasty, indeed!Circle up!The Hares, Leech My Nuggets, and Anal Receptive, on ice. Or in ice, since the traditional block of ice wasn’t available in the hinterlands of Pundaquit.It’s nice in ice, too.
And then a mere six hours after we arrived, it was time to stagger back to the bus for the ride home to Barretto.
Let’s roll!We did have to stop along the highway so these guys could take care of business.
But all good things must end. We made it back to It Doesn’t Matter alive, the owner, Luna, provided a free round of beer for the Hashers, and then I got in a trike for home while I still could.
In other news, today is the 15th anniversary of my father’s passing.
I’ll never forget riding in the back of that Jeep over rough desert roads. Thanks for the memories, Dad.
Speaking of memories, in the June 2019 LTG archives, I’m being overwhelmed by my sad ones during a return visit to Korea. How bad was it? I cut the trip short, and I’ve never been back. Sometimes you’ve just got to leave the past in the past.
In today’s YouTube video, the vlogger discusses reasons why people don’t like you. He makes some pretty good points about why you shouldn’t care. I’m not sure I can stop caring when people walk away, but I can learn to accept, forgive, and forget. At the end of the day, you can only be who you are. If people don’t like that person, there’s nothing you can do about it.
Maybe it’s my sense of humor:
Why not make all those heads explode?That sounds like an invitation.So, for your math problems, they had a cruci-fix.
Yeah, that’s enough lameness for one day. Come back tomorrow for more!
Here’s the after-action report for yesterday’s Hash run. Another hot day put me on the fence about doing a climb, but when it was time to shit or get off the pot, I didn’t give a shit and did my first hard uphill in a long while. And I made it, so I was pretty proud of myself. The trail itself was in an area I hadn’t traversed recently enough to remember, so it had a fresh feel about it. Sadly, the Hare didn’t mark the trail as well as he should have, which led to some misdirections and retreats. I grew increasingly frustrated and finally said “fuck it,” then found my own way back to the On-Home at It Doesn’t Matter. So, I pushed myself harder than usual, which is good; I liked the trail area, which is also good, but I was aggravated in the end, which is not so good. And that about sums it up.
Let’s get the show on the road.Let the climbing begin!The stairs ended, but not the uphill trek.Where there’s a Will, there’s a way.A shady spot.My group of fellow Hashers.That trail marking is fine, but there were several intersections unmarked, which meant walking in various directions until you found the true trail. Not fun!But we didn’t give up. Yet.This shelter in the middle of nowhere must be there for a reason. So, we gave it one.This bridge was even more rickety than it appears. And then we gave up on the trail and made our way back down to the pavement.My “shortcut” (blue line) made the trail longer, but I’d had enough of ups and downs and misdirection for one day.The gathering of Gash.Fast and Loose is a marathoner, so I’m sure yesterday’s trail was not a challenge for her.Can you spot the Demented Dickhead?And yes, it can be nice on ice!
Since we were already at It Doesn’t Matter, we didn’t have far to go for the after-Hash gathering. After some chicken wings and beers, it was time for me to call it a night, and that’s just what I did.
From the April 2019 LTG archives is another Hash post. This one is about my first time climbing Easter Mountain. It was a bitch. And once back on the flat ground, we got hit by an earthquake. Better there than up top, though, that’s for sure.
Today’s YouTube video is about the retirement regrets of oldsters. I don’t share them; I’m doing alright with my choices. Fuck, it won’t let me embed. Here’s the link.
Time for those dumb things:
I must confess, she doesn’t look fat in those jeans.You can’t handle the truth?This one is growing on me.
Yeah, I’ll stop now. Doing something different this evening and it involves wearing slacks and a button-down shirt. Been a long time since I’ve dressed like that. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.
I heard from a relative in Memphis, Tennessee, this morning. She shared the photo below and a bit of McCrarey family history:
A photo of my grandfather’s recently cleaned gravestone.
He died at age 48, thirteen years before I was born. As I recall, it was a heart attack that took him.
William was a riverboat captain on the Mississippi, based in Memphis.
That was an unexpected journey down memory lane.
So, this is supposed to be a Hash post. Let’s get to it! Leech My Nuggets is one of my favorite Hares. He always lays a well-marked trail and graciously provides a shorter alternative for the “gimps,” as he calls us. I take no offense and appreciate the gesture. Both trails yesterday included a climb at the start (the long trail had another one in the middle). It’s been quite a while since I haven’t found some excuse to avoid doing the hills, but I went for it yesterday. I’d been up that way a couple of years ago, and I was really surprised that it was harder than I remembered. And then I realized that EVERYTHING is harder for me these days (well, except that thing in my pants). But I suffered my way through it and successfully completed the trail. I’ve got to keep pushing myself while I can because I know the day will come when I am unable to do this kind of hike, and I know I’m going to miss it.
To the photos then:
We gathered a couple of kilometers out of town and began our trek on Coral Street.And we are On-On!And then this happened.It felt like a stairway to heaven, but the steps ended before my life did.And then the trail meandered about for a bit on mostly flat ground.And then we went down.And then we went up again.Anal Receptive was the first of the long-trail group to pass us.The requisite rickety bridge crossing.A woodsy walk.Watch your step!The ol’ watering hole.A view from on high.The final downward push.Yeah, people live up here somehow.Arriving at Rolly’s place. It’s been a while since our last visit, but the kids were happy for the cookies and lollipops we dispensed.Cums Alone testing out Rolly’s swing.The view from Rolly’s place.Back on the pavement.Arriving On-Home.This week’s venue.A gathering of Gash.Rehydrating.The Hash Gash group shot.Her reward for being the last to pay her Hash fees.I spent time on the ice for liking the trail.It’s nice on ice!Our newest named Hasher: Princess Wannabe. She’s the daughter of Anal Intruder. Anal Intruder is the girlfriend of Anal Receptive. I was going to suggest the name Anal Discharge, but thought better of it when I learned she is only 12 years old.The Hash trails. Yellow was a 7k motherfucker, and the short trail (purple) was a tough bitch at 4K.As is our custom, we concluded the evening with an after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter.
Keep the good times coming!
From the January 2019 LTG archives is another reminder of an event I would otherwise have forgotten forever. See, this blog does have some value. At least for me! It’s a pretty impressive tale of the lengths that I would go to in pursuit of true love. Failure doesn’t mean the effort wasn’t worth it. Damn, I had some balls back then.
Today’s YouTube video is a nice response to all the naysayers about life in the Philippines. Nope, life here is far from perfect, and for many, it is a struggle. But that’s true anywhere you go. The difference is the character of the Filipino people and their ability to overcome. As a first-time visitor here, that is what impressed me the most.
And now for the funny business:
And maybe some pussy for dessert?Yeah, that’s a blast.A meeting of the minds. Will he live to see tomorrow?
And that’s all for now. Tuesday is darts day, but honestly, I’ve lost all desire to play. We’ll see if that changes in the next couple of hours. I do have four beers on my Alley Hideout beer card, so there’s some incentive, I suppose.
Greetings from La Paz beach in beautiful San Narciso, Zambales. Since this post is all that is standing between me and enjoying the ocean views I came here for, let me give you the down and dirty and we can all get on with the important stuff.
As the heat index chart above shows, it was a dangerous day yesterday to be out and about. It gave me a good excuse to avoid the hill climb on the Hash trail, but I did expand the 4.5K short trail to almost 6K. I was a sweaty mess and drank much more water than usual during the hike. Towards the end, I was feeling a little light-headed and worried I might have bitten off more than I could chew. But I made it alive, and now I can share some photos from the adventure.
The hardy souls who braved the heat gather at the trailhead, conveniently located (for me) at the Alta Vista clubhouse.The Hare, Anal Receptive, gives some final guidance before we hit the trail.And we are On-On!Flat and boring can be good on a hot day.I demanded to see the manager of this sari-sari store to complain about the inappropriate name, but alas, no one was there.Greetings to you, Easter Mountain.Time out for lollipops!The Hash trail took us through this cemetery.It is where Swan’s mother is buried, so Swan stopped to pay her respects. I noted on the gravestone that her mother was born in the same year as I was.Leech My Nuggets was the first long-trail runner to pass us.Waiting expectantly for Swan to hand out a sweet treat.Arriving at the On-Home venue, Smokes and Bottles.Hash Gash table.Me rehydrating.Circle up!On the ice for the “crime” of liking the Hare’s trail.But as we say, “It’s Nice on Ice!”On the way to the after-Hash gathering, I spotted Mama on the street and stopped to provide her with her allowance.It Doesn’t Matter.Livin’ large.The red long trail was 11K, the blue short trail was 4.5K. The yellow modifications gave me a nearly 6K route.
As always, it’s good to be alive.
Speaking of being alive, eight years ago, I met up with Kevin Kim, and we hoofed it up to Seoul Tower at the top of Namsan.
It was an ass-kicker, too.
Wrapping up November 2018 in the LTG archives with posts about some time I spent in the Makati neighborhood of Manila. I despise Manila, but if you gotta be there, Makati is the best place to be. Even so, there is plenty that isn’t so nice, like the streetwalkers who won’t leave you alone. Of course, I did some streetwalking while I was there, too.
Today’s YouTube video discusses how stupidity is demonstrated by the items you buy at the grocery store. Welp, there’s more than one way to be stupid, and I’ve pretty much got the bases covered.
Now for some stupid jokes:
If he cums at all.I remain commatose.Paris your bad jokes!
That’s just about enough, don’t you think? I’ll have some fresh views to share tomorrow.
Of course, my brain seems to be emptying out these days. I guess that’s one way to lose weight.
Yesterday’s Hash Run #1699 is in the books. A portion of the short trail happened to intersect with my chosen path (the My Bitch trail), so in that sense, I was On-On. From what I’ve seen, the long trail was an ass-kicker, including a climb to the Kalaklan Ridge and a steep and slippery descent. I noticed quite a few Hashers had dirt on their backsides from sliding down on their ass. Glad I missed out on that fun!
The trail began and ended at the Hare’s house (Tiny Cunt) located at the far end of Rizal Extension. That is my least favorite area to Hash because it is hard to access without a vehicle. My plan was to walk from my place to Tiny Cunt’s, then leave the Circle early and walk back to town. As it turned out, not far down the road, a trike dropped a passenger (many trikes can’t make it up the steep road, so they are hard to find), and we provided the driver a fare back to It Doesn’t Matter. I’d call that a win-win.
Once again, BF’s Wet Spot and Cums Alone joined me on my trail.On the Bitch.Next Monday is the annual Easter Mountain trail. The hard trail climbs the mountain, the easy trail goes around it.A hello and cookies for Mountain Mama Onelia.Evidence that we were indeed on the Hash trail, albeit briefly and in the wrong direction.The hazy day view from here.Heading On-Home.
During the Hash Circle, Cums Alone was recognized for her 75th run with the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers.
I presented her with the commemorative headband.Then it was time to head back down to town before the sun was done. Unexpectedly catching that trike cut a good 2K off my trail. Oh well, 4K was enough.
A bigger than usual after-Hash gathering at IDM.
The Hash Gash enjoying some food and beverages.
I declared it a “cheat night” and went to buy some ice cream. Swan started flirting with the trike drivers. Just kidding about that last part, but I did enjoy some ice cream for the first time in a week. And that’s how the Hash Monday went down.
Four years ago, I was the most popular (and only) customer at the Outback Billabong bar.
My friend, Bhel, was the bartender there back then. When she left, I stopped going.
It’s June 2018 in the LTG archives, and the SBH3 Hash trail was so fun it had me in stitches. Fucking barbed wire. I’ve had some cuts, scratches, and bruises over the years, but luckily this only happened once.
Blood on the trail.Getting things sewn up in the ER.
Today’s YouTube video attempts to answer the question of whether expats are happier in Thailand or the Philippines. I think it does a pretty good job of citing the strengths of both countries, and it all comes down to what works best for you.
And now on with the funny stuff:
What rhymes with orange?Um, dude, did you look at what you are talking to?Welcome to my world, kid.
And now it is on with my Tuesday. I reckon there are some darts and beers in my future.
I made it through another Hash Monday alive, so I ain’t complaining. As usual, I did it my way. Started with a walk from my house to the start, then I picked up the Hare’s (Kermit the Frog) short trail from there. It began with a climb that was a lot harder than I remembered, or perhaps it was harder because I’m not as strong as I once was. Either way, I pushed myself and slowly made it to the top. I’ll call that a victory for the elderly!
I arrived at the trailhead five minutes before the scheduled 2 pm departure. Many of my fellow Hashers had elected to start early and had already hit the trail. No big deal, I was going my own way anyhow.This is the option I took. I’m not sure I’d call it fun, but it was challenging enough for me.Let the climbing begin! Demented Dickhead and Cums Alone joined me for the adventure.Upsy-daisy…I guess that’s not a daisy, but I liked it enough to pause for a photo.We hit a wall, but made it through.Things finally started to level out.Well, there were still some elevation gains to be conquered, but nothing like that first hill.A climb does have its rewards.A beautiful day in the barrio we call Barretto.Then we made our way back down to the real world.My trail came in at 4K.The Hash Gash hanging out at the Hotel Bella Monte On-Home venue.There were some old guys there, too.Speaking of old guys, these are the three living legends of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. Pubic Head, Queen Ass Wipe, and Road Whore, each with more than 1000 runs.It’s nice on ice!
And as usual, there was some after-Hash revelry at It Doesn’t Matter:
Enjoy the life you have.Through the years. Every 100 runs, the Hash issues a celebratory hat. These are the ones I’ve been around for since joining the Hash in 2018. Yesterday’s run was number #1698, but the hats commemorating the upcoming 1700th Hash were on sale, so I picked mine up early.
And so ended another day in the Hash.
It is now May 2018 in the LTG archives, and as I’m making final preparations for the big move to the PI, I look back on the other moves I’ve made in life. Moving from Arizona to Arkansas was *almost* as culturally challenging as the move from Virginia to Korea twenty years later. Living in Korea was life-changing. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Today’s YouTube video is one I could relate to: Fat Man Walking. I’m taking some drastic steps to change the equation. We’ll see soon how that works out for me.
And now for some more of what my twisted mind finds funny:
As long as you don’t split infinitively.Well, if you are out of beer, at least you didn’t get bombed.Abbot and Costello did this first (and better).
And there you have it, assuming “you” or anyone else is out there. I’ll likely keep plugging away regardless. I’m on a mission!
