Yesterday’s Hash was a long slog but surprisingly enjoyable. About half of the trail was a path I walk regularly, most recently, Sunday morning. The uphill at the end wasn’t steep, but it was lengthy. I’m not sure which is worse–getting your ass kicked but getting it over with or being ground down until you are a wheezing mess. Regardless, I stuck it out and eventually got my second wind. It had been a couple of years since I last hiked up this hill, and I didn’t remember it being quite as difficult, but I was younger and in better shape back then.
The On-Home was at the Hare’s house way out at the end of Rizal Extension. I had three beers there, then left before the Circle rituals began. I wanted to get back down into town before dark, so I hiked the 3K to IDM and enjoyed a couple of more beers. Got some dinner to go from Myleen’s next door (the Flagstaff burrito) and headed home to dine with Swan at my rooftop table. A pleasant way to end the day.
Our trail began right here in Alta VistaOn-On!Heading down to the valleyMostly dirt roadsBeen there done that many times.A valley viewThat rickety bridge again.This begins the section that I infrequently hike.What more do you need?If the bamboo won’t come to you, you go to it.For a first-time Hare, Tiny Cunt did a decent job marking the trail. And getting an arrow and number on this tiny rock was a record-setting accomplishment. I’m not sure how many Hashers actually saw it, but I applaud the effort.A bypass highway is being constructedso folks can avoid Barretto as they journey to Olongapo. I’m looking forward to less traffic in my little town.Yesterday was the first time I’d been out this way since construction began. They seem to be making good progress.Looks to be a solid build.Perhaps it will even withstand rainy seasons to come.The new highway will, of necessity, have to go up and over Kalaklan Ridge, but no one seems to know how and where that will be accomplished.I fear when the highway is completed, the nature of this valley will change from agriculture to suburban sprawl. Presently, the roads here are only suitable for trikes and motorbikes, once cars and trucks have access all bets are off.Meanwhile, us Hashers have some uphill slogging to do. Let’s get going!Never really steep, but seemingly endless.And then, about halfway up, we passed through this old woman’s place. I can’t imagine what it must be like living up here. Well, I can imagine I wouldn’t be able to make it home from the bars at night.I thanked her for allowing us to trespass with a bag of cookies.Taking a rest break in the old woman’s yard.And then it was back to the climbing.It got a bit rocky in places.But at last we made it to the top!Maybe the flat earthers are on to something. A level trail is so much more enjoyable!I guess this would be ideal if you were looking for a peaceful, easy feeling.We’d come too far to let nature’s roadblock stop us!Arriving at Tiny Cunt’s place at last!A good and hard 6K jaunt that left you with a sense of accomplishment at the end.
And there you have the story of another Hash Monday.
It’s hard to see the humor in this one.Hmm, that sounds hauntingly familiar.
…doesn’t always win the race, but it usually gets you there alive. That’s how it turned out for me yesterday, at least. I made my long-anticipated return to Kalaklan Ridge, and it was every bit as difficult as I remember. I took my time as I struggled to defy gravity, and in the end, I prevailed. More or less.
The Hash begins at 2 p.m. The trailhead was three kilometers out of town, so I left the house a little after one intending to catch a Jeepney to the start. The first two Jeeps to pass by were full, and as I waited for the next, an empty taxi pulled up. That almost never happens in Barretto (two times in six years for me). I gladly took the comfortable airconditioned option, and the driver charged me 100 pesos (the Jeepney would have been 20), and I threw in a 50 peso New Year’s tip. So, I found myself standing at the beginning of the Hash trail alone at 1:30.
Rather than waiting around for thirty minutes, I decided to get a head start. This was a tad risky for me since I don’t like hiking in the hills alone, especially when I don’t have a clue about what I might encounter. But the Hare is known for a consistently well-marked trail, and as slow as I am, I knew the group would catch up with me before long, so I cautiously but confidently headed out.
And so it begins.Leaving the pavement behind.A meandering path through the woods.The requisite dicey bridge.And then the climbing begins.
I’ve never gone up this way before. It was certainly better than other paths I’ve taken to the top. But there is no easy way, and I was huffing and puffing big time all the way to the ridgeline. It was also a very hot day, which added to the suffering.
A look back down from where I’d been. Still not at the top, though.Under the barbed wire fenceAnd then, the dreaded checkpoint symbol.
I hate checkpoints and this was the second one I’d encountered on yesterday’s trail. When the Hare places the circled X at an intersection it is up to the Hasher to find the true trail. This requires checking out every possible direction until you find a trail marker indicating you are On-On. These marks are usually placed within 50 meters or so. I got lucky and guessed right both times, so I didn’t have to backtrack and look in a different direction.
Looking down on Olongapo towards the old Navy base.And Gordon Heights as seen from Kalaklan.Walking the ridgeline. A bay view from the Barretto side of the ridge.And another from further up the ridgeline.
And then the Hare’s trail took a turn, and I didn’t. I was familiar enough with the area to know that the right turn off the ridge towards Olongapo meant going down and then back up again. Nope, not for me. I still hadn’t recovered from the first climb.
I turned left instead and headed in the direction of Barretto. No one had passed me yet, which meant I would be hiking the rest of the way alone, but thems the breaks.I guess there could be some advantages to living out in the wild, but damn, the commute would be a bitch.I’ve hiked this way often enough to know the Rolly family. I always leave the kids with cookies.And there’s Mr. Rolly. He’s been up here for decades and knows the Hash old timers like Scott by name. Time to head down. Much easier than going up, but gravity is a bitch in both directions.Now, there’s something I haven’t seen before. Wonder what the story is.A hillside village.A peaceful setting as I pass through to Barretto.The way I went.Told you I was taking it slow. Better safe than sorry!
Anyway, I’ll be back for more one day. I do want to do a longer ridgeline trek, but want some company with me.
Hmm, that seems hauntingly familiar. I’m old enough to remember watching this show as a kid. I wonder if any of my readers get the reference?
I just had to go check. Jerry Mathers was born in 1948 and he’s still alive. Way to go, Beaver!
Time for one more?
I don’t get it.[UPDATE: Ah, it’s a song by the Ramones. Thanks to commenter Joe for the heads-up]
Here’s a song my nephew sang at my mother’s wake. She passed thirteen years ago this month.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain
Yesterday’s Hash was like a stroll down memory lane. I had participated in scouting the trail during the Wednesday and Friday group hikes last week, so there was nothing new for me to see. Of course, I knew what I DIDN’T want to see again and avoided those sections, including the big hill climb to the jungle. I still wound up with a pleasant 4K+ trek and lots of cold beers at the One Three Resort when I was finished. Wanna see the pictures? Okay, here goes:
Instructions from the Hare. I’m setting up my Map My Walk app.Off we go through the backstreets of Subic town.Multiple bridge crossingsOver the riverAuditioning for a role in The Walking DeadAnother bridgeStreet walkersThat waterside berm was narrow and treacherous in places. As far as I know, no one fell in, though.Walk this wayI could hear the creaking when I crossed, but it didn’t breakSee you on the other side!Blow My Pipe is heading for the hillsDecision time at the junction–left to go up and over, straight for a mostly flat walk in town. Easy choice for me.Besides I had cookies to deliverSixty pesos to put a smile on a face is a bargain!Grounded at the abandoned M&M Resort.Passing through the neighborhoodThe last bridge of the dayGetting trashedHeading On-HomeNearing the end of the trailThe beer was cold and wet, just the way I like it!A bay view at One Three ResortCircle up!It’s nice on ice!Four Hash birthdays celebrated yesterday. That’s our Grandmaster, Demolition Derby.Blow My PipeI don’t remember her name.And Pubic HeadInto the bay to wash off all that cake!Something’s going down with these girls.And so ends another Hash.
Getting back to Barretto from Calapadayan after dark (and after a few beers) can be a bit of an adventure. Two Jeepneys passed me by, already overflowing with passengers. Then a trike pulled up, and I asked how much to Barretto. I was shocked when he said seventy pesos. I told him, “I’ll give you a hundred!” He dropped me at It Doesn’t Matter for the after-Hash gathering.
I ordered some food for take-out from Myleen’s and was pleasantly surprised to see they had pumpkin pie on the menu. How could I say no? I went to sleep with a full belly last night.
It’s pun time:
Hits you from behind!I’d give her a pearl necklace instead!
Over the hills or around them? That was the choice to be made, and five of us elected to walk a bit further on mostly flat ground rather than go up and over on a steep path. After seeing some photos from the climb, I feel good about my choice.
It was kinda funny when the Hare, Leech My Nuggets, was giving instructions at the start of the run, stated, “There’s only one trail, but if you want to shortcut, just follow Scott or John.” Heh, I’m a famous short cutter, I guess, but the fact of the matter is my chosen path was a LONGcut. Not that it matters.
The Hare’s trail is the orange line. Our longcut is in blue.Gathering at the start in Subic townAnd we are On-On!Making our way through the backstreets of barangay Magnan-VacaA river crossingAnd a walk along the banksA view of the river, such as it is this time of year.The Hare’s trail turns to the right.But we non-short cutters are taking the Govic highway.Yeah, a highway walk isn’t too exciting……but at least it avoids this type of insanity on the hill climb.An Easter Mountain view.Reconnecting with the Hare’s trailThings are looking a little shadyAcross a dicey bridgeThankfully, the wall didn’t come tumbling down.Arriving On-Home at Smokes and BottlesTwo of our oldest Hashers, Fucking Old Man on the left, and Roadwhore on the right, both in their 80s, were in attendance.The Hashers gather prior to the commencement of the Circle rituals.I enjoyed an after-hike taco for dinner.It’s nice on ice.My stats from the hike. I forgot to turn the app off when I first arrived, so the average pace is wrong. On the trail, I was doing twelve minutes and change kilometers.
I enjoyed the hike, which may be further indication that I have morphed into a flatlander. Well, it beats the alternative of being an underlander, I suppose.
I walked to Snackbar after the Hash but left after one beer because I was unhappy with rap music being played at a high volume. When your customer base is old white guys, you need to do better than that. Did my nightcap at Whiskey Girl, and headed back home.
Here’s one I just know you are going to like:
Okay, maybe not.
Tired of Star Trek joke memes? Here’s a gift for you:
The naughty girls will like them…
That’s all for today. I have some real news to share with y’all tomorrow.
As promised, here is a quick after-action report from my weekend in Pozorrubio, participating in the annual Haggis Bash with the La Union Hash House Harriers.
Getting There
The Haggis Bash was held at the farm owned by a La Union Hashers.
I caught a ride to Pozorrubio with my neighbor and fellow Hasher, Simon (Leech My Nuggets). On the trip up, there were seven passengers in Simon’s car, which meant we had a middle rider in the backseat with me, making it cramped and uncomfortable. At a rest stop halfway there, Simon’s wife elected to sit in the rear with two other female passengers, giving me the front seat. Much better!
Arriving at our hotel
Lodging
Mansion proved to be a bit of an overstatement, but as there are only two hotels in Pozorrubio, I guess I can’t complain. Much.The interior facilities were nice enough, but there was much room for improvement.
I would rate the MGM at two stars. The sad thing is, it has the potential to be much higher rated with better management. There was one of the nicer pools I’ve seen, but it was empty and unmaintained. An outdoor bar and rooftop disco were also closed. My room was similarly in need of attention. I was shocked to discover there was no showerhead in my bathroom, and the thought of standing under a pipe of running water to bathe wasn’t appealing. I found the showerhead lying next to the sink and re-attached it myself. That problem solved; I then discovered there was no hot water. I hate cold showers. No toilet paper either, but I bring my own wet wipes, so no issue there. Two bath towels but no washcloths or hand towels. No WiFi connection. The hallway outside my room was unlit, and I needed to use my phone flashlight to see the keyhole. And they didn’t have housekeeping between day one and day two. All said it was one of the worst hotel experiences I can recall. The room was 2400 ($48.) a night, which was way too much for what I received in return.
The MGM was 8K away from the On-Home farm venue, but luckily, the hotel provided van transportation for only 60 pesos a head. Given the logistics, that proved to be a Godsend.
For a city with over 70,000 residents, I was shocked at the lack of services and conveniences (oh, did I spell bars wrong?) Seriously though, there were very few options for dining out or having fun in this town. Nothing at all within walking distance of my hotel. The other hotel in town is more centrally located, but according to the Hashers who stayed there, the only place to gather was an outdoor beer garden. Better than nothing, but no help to me from where I was ensconced. Luckily, I drank my fill at the Hash, so I didn’t need to go out, but damn, I can’t imagine living in a place like this. Barretto may be small, but we have many restaurants, hotels, and bars to patronize. Pozorrubio is not a nice place to visit, and I definitely wouldn’t want to live there.
Friday on the farm
After getting checked in and unpacked, we took the hotel van to the CIJ farm, which is apparently a local icon. At least everyone seemed to know where it was located. It was 5K on the highway and another 3K on backstreets to get there.
A fair number of Hashers (there appeared to be 50 tents or so) chose the camping option. Logistically, that’s the way to go, I suppose, but my camping days are done. Now, give me an RV, and I might reconsider.
There was a short 4K Hash trail scheduled to begin at 2:30. It was mostly through farm country and blessedly flat. It was a very pleasant hike and I enjoyed seeing some new vistas.
Guidance from the Hare prior to startingOn-On!A Hash bag and some goodiescame with the cost of admissionAnd it included a new Hash shirt.The back of said shirtThat’s me at the Friday circleThe Subic contingent is recognized and welcomed to the Bash.
In keeping with Hash custom, multiple beers were consumed with the added treat of some “Scottish stew” to keep the hunger pangs at bay. Someone called the hotel van and left on the early ride around 7 p.m. A good Day 1 at the Haggis Bash.
Sunday’s marathon
Sunday’s trail began at 9:30 in the morning. I opted for the 6K version, and it was a good fit for me.
I hung with these fellow Subic Hashers during the trek.Country livingIs it a pond or a lake?Strolling along on a warm dayMother nature
Back On-Home for all the after-Hash activities I mentioned in yesterday’s post. I chose not to participate in the games and sat in the shade instead. Had a nice chat with another like-minded Hasher and passed the time with plenty of San Miguel Zeros.
A wet and wild Hash circle followed, then more beers and my first taste of haggis. I was running out of gas by 7 p.m. and asked someone to call the hotel driver. He wasn’t available, so she called for a trike instead. Now, it’s a goodly distance (8K) back to my hotel, and I was prepared to pay 200 pesos for the ride, which is more than fair. Given my lack of options, I could have been talked into 300 pesos, but when the trike driver insisted on 400, I wasn’t willing to pay the skin tax. I told him never mind and walked away. I was pissed but bit my tongue. Nothing good comes from making a Filipino lose face.
We called the hotel again and were told the van would be available at 8:00. Nothing to do but drink more beer and wait it out. Our group exceeded the van’s capacity, but we all squeezed in anyway. All but me and another guy got out at the beer garden in town, but there was no way I was going anywhere but back to my hotel. So, my night ended peacefully with me in one piece.
A Sunday drive
Swan sent this photo of Buddy waiting for my return. I doubt Lucky gave a shit.
The plan was to leave for Barretto at 9:30 in the morning, but I got a knock on the door an hour earlier, saying everyone was ready to go. Luckily, I had packed, so I put my blog post on hold, closed up the laptop, and headed downstairs. Only five of us on the trip back, so much more comfortable. I had the front seat again, which is always nice. Simon took a different route to the expressway, so we were seeing some new sights. And then we went under a bridge that carried the expressway and saw no on-ramps. We kept our northward heading, and I pulled out my map app to show us the way. We wound up taking a 6K detour in each direction through a small town with gridlocked traffic, but we eventually made our way back to the highway home.
Epilogue
We arrived safely just before noon, and I resumed my Barretto life. That included the Sunday feeding at Hideaway. Swan joined me at the new Oasis bar after church, and we spent some quality time imbibing (beer for me, wine for her). We made Sloppy Joe’s our nightcap venue. The Sit-n-Bull waitress came by, and I asked about pecan pie availability, and she said yes. So, two pies to go, please! Came home, had dessert, and then a lovely welcome home from Swan.
And that’s where things stand as of now. I’ll be Hashing again today and likely shortcutting since Leech My Nuggets is the Hare. Still don’t want to push my luck going up into the hills.
And here’s a two-fer in the bad puns of the day offering:
This year’s Haggis Bash is in the books. Beyond a shadow of a doubt.
A very long day yesterday. The trail started at 0930, and we didn’t leave the On-Home until 8 p.m. My ride back to Barretto is leaving in an hour, so I am just going to dump some photos from the Haggis Bash now, and I’ll write up a post-mortem tomorrow. Fair enough?
There were three trail options: An 8K with two hill climbs, a 6K flat hike, and a 4K short trail. I chose the middle ground, as seen above.With well over 100 Hashers, the start was a tad crowded.Things thinned out as the group split into their preferred trails.I was happy to bring some sweetness into their lives.And then I sawdust.We had a couple of water crossings. My hike mates took their shoes off; I just plunged in.I love this tree. But I didn’t get close enough to check for knotholes.A narrow, rocky bridge. Once again, I just waded across.On the edgeA wet and horny carabaoThe stats from my hike. Gaining distance but still moving slow.
Back at the On-Home a little before noon. Lunch was provided (I had a hamburger with a spoonful of slaw on the side). And the coolers of beer were open for business. Then the games began. I chose not to participate but found a shady spot to sit and observe. It was almost 5 p.m. when we finally gathered for the circle.
Lots of bagpiping. Despite my Scottish heritage, I don’t particularly enjoy the sound, although I respect the talent involved in playing the instrument.The setting for the Hash Circle. Dig that old school windmill.Nearly 150 attendees for this year’s Haggis Bash.As the circle commenced, we were provided an appetizer.A Scottish egg, you say?Not badThe leaders of the Circle. La Union Hash doesn’t do ice. Instead, they have a crew of women who hit you with multiple pails of water. Thankfully, I avoided that trauma.Another form of La Union Hash punishment.
At the conclusion of the circle, we were ushered into the dining area.
The Haggis ritual begins. Led into the building to a Scottish tune on bagpipes.My first experience with the Scottish delicacy called haggis.Based on what I knew of the contents, I expected not to like it. Turns out, it tasted okay. I won’t be craving it, but I’m glad I had the experience.That would be me after the hike but before my first beer. Don’t I look thirsty?
Alright, that’s how the day went. More to say about it as time permits. Thanks for stopping by.
I survived day one of the Haggis Bash Hash here in Pozorrubio, La Union. Day two kicks off soon, so this will be an abbreviated post out of necessity. You are welcome!
Yesterday’s trail was short and sweet, mostly through flat farmland. Some food and beverages at the trail’s end, then on to a local Hasher’s farm for the On-Home festivities. The main event is today, with a longer trail and some competitive events among the various Hash groups in attendance.
Here are a few pictures from yesterday:
My two-star lodging.Quite a few Hashers are camping out at the On-Home farm.A Haggis is a Scottish delicacy, and this Hash has a Scottish theme.Yes, I am of Scottish heritage, even if they did spell my name wrong.A touching scene from the trail of mother and child.Something’s growingThere are over 150 Hashers at this event, and I wasn’t last on trail this time!Hope you are enjoying this Hash postI brought candy instead of cookies for the kiddies (easier to pack).Sweetness is what it is all aboutEnd of trail food and beveragesFor the Hash Circle, we gathered around a fire pitNo need to let a good fire go to waste, especially if you have marshmallowsYou can’t have a Scottish event without bagpipesScottish stew on the fireAnd on my plate
So, we are off to a good start. It’s going to be a LONG day today, but it should be fun. See you tomorrow!
Anyone else remember that movie from 1977? My UFO encounters yesterday were of the Unexpected Freaky Occurrences type, which have heretofore been rather alien to me. I’ll tell the story of yesterday’s Hash and intertwine the bizarre events that took place chronologically.
The Hares were Almoranus and Vienna Sausage (Guenther), and I would have avoided their 10K mountain trail under the best of circumstances. Four of us planned an alternative route that would take us from Barretto High School to the end of Rizal Extension, through the hills on the My Bitch trail, then down through Alta Vista to the On-Home at Johansson’s. I figured on leaving the house at 1:45, walking to the highway to catch a trike to Rizal, and meeting up with the others at our agreed-upon 2:30 start time.
The first UFO appeared at 1:00. I heard the dogs barking out front and went to investigate. I was surprised to see Angie standing outside the gate. I had met Angie last year when she worked at Queen Victoria. She had expressed an interest in joining the Hash, and as is my custom, I agreed to sponsor her (i.e., pay the 300 peso entry). She brought a friend along the first time, and some money went missing (she blamed her friend). Anyway, Angie is a certified drama queen, a mother of six, and someone I never had the slightest interest in hooking up with (and regular readers know my standards are low). So, a few months ago, I had lent her some food money and later, she asked if I would sponsor her to join me at a Hash in Angeles. I told her no, that’s not going to happen. Now, this was after a night of drinking at the Hash, but her response of “I hate you!” was uncalled for, in my opinion. I paid my tab and left her sitting there at IDM. I noticed the next day that she had unfriended me on Facebook. She showed up the following week for the Hash, and I paid her entry but didn’t have anything else to do with her that night. She sent me a FB friend request that I have not accepted. It’s been a couple of months now, and I hadn’t seen or heard from her until she showed up at my new place. I’m not sure how she found where I live.
So, I asked Angie what she wanted and she responded she was looking for where the Hash would be. I told her the start of the trail was at Savers (at the far end of Barretto) and that I wouldn’t be doing that trail (and I also didn’t invite her to join the short trail). She asked me if I could give her 20 pesos for Jeepney fare to savers, and I did. Swan was standing there watching all this, but she seemed fine when I explained the situation after Angie departed.
When it came time for me to head out, there was a trike parked in front of my neighbor’s house, and the driver asked me if I wanted a ride. Well, I was going to catch a trike at the highway anyway, so I took it as a sign of God’s grace that I could ride all the way to our meet up.
Where the sane group began the Hash.
Because I had triked all the way, I arrived early and had some time to kill.
So, I captured the beauty of this creek running through the neighborhood.
At the appointed time, we headed up Rizal Extension. It’s about a 2K walk to where the My Bitch trail starts, and it is all uphill. I dislike that walk during the best of times, but after a sleepless night and with low energy, it was especially bad. About a third of the way up, I bailed. I just didn’t want to run out of gas somewhere up in the hills with no avenues for escape. As I made my way back down the road, I questioned my decision, but what was done was done.
Making my way towards Johansson’s on Jolo Street, I encountered my second UFO. As I passed a foreigner, he called out in a German accent, “You are M C, right?” I didn’t understand what he meant, so I said, no, my name is John. He said, yes, you are M C…I read your blog. Okay, well, I’ve never been called that, but it’s always nice to meet a reader. Or should I say, almost always. I stuck out my hand to offer a handshake, and he started telling me what a horrible person I was for destroying his girl’s business and costing her “millions.” I’m thinking, what the fuck are you talking about? It turns out his girl ran the short-lived Finger Monkeys bar. I gave it a good review and ranking at the time. A few months later, after Joy had quit in a salary dispute, I mentioned that I thought she had mistreated her employees and that I would no longer patronize the bar. No big deal; I’m just one person voting with my feet. And, of course, what put Finger Monkey out of business was his gal getting arrested for hiring an underage girl as a waitress. His gal spent some time in jail for that but was recently released. And for the record, I thought that it was an unjust arrest and she didn’t deserve to be incarcerated. I don’t recall blogging about it, but I would not have said anything negative because I thought she was innocent (the employee had apparently provided a false ID). But the man on the street was growing increasingly agitated and saying I was responsible for what happened. I told him I had very few local readers, but he didn’t want to hear that saying that I could be held accountable for my words. Alrighty then, that was over two years ago, and if stating my opinion can get me in trouble, so be it. This kind of confrontation was the first of its kind in eighteen years of blogging.
I arrived at Johansson’s for a much-needed and well-deserved beer. My personal Hash trail was less than 4K, but at least I tried.
That long ass Hares trail kept even the hardiest and fastest Hasher up in the hills much longer than usual. As it was near dusk, I asked some of the late arrivals if they had seen Angie at the start. Yes, she was on the trail. I admit to being a bit worried about her because she is relatively inexperienced at the Hash, and it would be easy to lose the trail. She finally made it back as one of the last arrivals. To her credit, she did the whole damn trail.
The badass Hash trail. The purple line is the sane shortcut. No map available for my wimp trail.Missionary Grinder (Angie) on the ice as the last female to pay her Hash fee (well, I gave her the cash as her sponsor when she got back)This is why I never wear new shoes to the Hash…I don’t want to drink out of them!
As I was preparing to leave at the end of the Hash, Angie asked if she could “borrow” 300 pesos and insisted she would pay me back soon. Yeah, right. I “lent” it to her, figuring it was a cheap way never to have to entertain a money request from her in the future. And 300 pesos is less than what I pay for two lady drinks.
I didn’t do the usual after-Hash gathering at IDM–I didn’t want to walk that far out of my way. Instead, I opted for Snackbar, conveniently located on the highway at Baloy Road. Swan had been out with a friend on Baloy, so I messaged her that we could meet at Snackbar on her way home if she wanted. She responded that she didn’t want to drink but could pick me up on her way home. I said my girlfriend wouldn’t like that. That joke response resulted in my third UFO of the day.
When I got home about an hour later, Swan wasn’t there. I went to bed and woke up a couple of hours later. Her side of the bed was empty. I looked into the living room, and she was watching TV on the couch. She didn’t say a word to me, which is the opposite of her usual style. I always get a warm welcome and hugs, but not last night. When I asked her what was going on, she pulled out her phone with the “my girlfriend wouldn’t like it” message. Seriously? Okay, I’ll concede it was a stupid joke, but for her to interpret that I have a girlfriend and was with her is ridiculous. The girlfriend I was talking about was Swan. Anyway, instead of getting all pissy, she could have just said who are you talking about? I guess what really bothered me most was for her to take that joke the wrong way, says that she sees me as the kind of guy who would have a girlfriend on the side. I may be many creepy things, but I’m not a cheater. We are back hugging this morning, but I still feel tension between us. I really despise drama.
Moving on, I know I have at least one reader who is a grammar Nazi.
It makes sense, I suppose. But maybe these grammarians need to check their write privilege.
I reckon I’ll do the floating bar to start things off once beer o’clock gets here. Swan is in Subic, so I won’t be with my girlfriend. Maybe tomorrow.
I listened to my lungs and did my own Hash trail, walking from my house to the On-Home venue.
I maintained a decent pace and didn’t have any serious breathing issues during my trek.
A flat highway walk is not exactly a challenge, though, and I do miss being up in those hills.
The trail I missedAnd the one I did. Technically, I was on trail at the beginning and finished at the end of the trail. It was those hill climbs in the middle I missed out on.I started walking at my house and passed by the meetup location on the highway.And the Hash group is On-On. They went their way…My way was the highwayThankfully, I haven’t needed their services.One of the hills I didn’t have to climb.Arriving at the On Home venue, One Three Resort.A view from thereAnd anotherNot surprisingly, I was the first to arrive. I hadn’t had lunch and so I decided to give the Thai menu a try.I ordered the Tom Yam, and the waitress asked if I wanted it spicy or medium. I chose medium. After eating about half a bowl, my mouth was on fire, so I gave up. Hanging out while we wait for the Hash Circle to commenceIt’s nice on ice!Taking it all inAnd then the sun set on another day of Hashing.
Options for my return to Barretto were either a Jeepney or a trike. As I waited on the highway, a trike pulled up, and I asked how much to Barretto. He said, “200 pesos.” That’s ridiculous for less than 5K, so I waved him off. I could ride a Jeepney for 20 pesos. Then another trike approached and offered the ride for 100 pesos. That seemed fair to me, so I crawled in. When we arrived at It Doesn’t Matter, I gave him 140 pesos and thanked him for not attempting to gouge me. He was pleased with his tip and thanked me for my generosity.
I was also the first Hasher to arrive at IDM and I had another beer. As the group began coming in, it was nearing 7 p.m., so I paid my tab and headed home. Once again, I was in bed by eight. I had a crazy dream that woke me at midnight, and try as I might, I couldn’t get back to sleep. So, I reverted to my new killing hours with television routine. Netflix was working again, and a friend had suggested I might like a series called “Shameless,” so I did a quick search, and there it was. You can read all about the show at the link above. I watched the first three episodes of Season 1 (there are eleven seasons with twelve episodes each). It’s been entertaining so far, but that is a big commitment of time to wade the entire series. We’ll see if it can hold my attention in the long run.
So, I think yesterday’s easy hike was still a good sign that I’m improving health-wise.\
I even broke the 10,000-step barrier!
I still have the cough, although it is less frequent. The pain in my side every time I cough is excruciating. I’m going to do a consult with Dr. Jo this afternoon just to make sure this isn’t something I need to be concerned with.
The bruising on my side is more colorful today and appears to be spreading.
This bout of ailments is like nothing I’ve experienced before. I’ll be glad to be my old self again soon. I want to live long and prosper.
It was an abbreviated Hash for me yesterday. My good intentions proved to be for naught when it came down to putting in the steps. The plan to walk to the start of the trail lasted less than a kilometer before I grabbed a trike to take me the rest of the way. I knew I wouldn’t be following the Hare’s trail to the top of Kalaklan Ridge, but my goal of putting in a similar distance on flat ground proved to be beyond the limited capacity of my lungs. So, instead of making my own 5K loop, I did two and called it a day.
Trail #1575 of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers was not my destinyAs the last of the Hashers depart, you can see the lonely guy they left behind.
My planned alternative trail proved more than I could handle, so I made my way to John’s place, grabbed a bite to eat, and then headed to the On-Home at Blue Butterfly.
Waiting for the Hash Circle to commence. I brought along my portable nebulizer and inhaled some salbutamol sulfate between beers.
I had received the Hashit last week, so it was upon me to bestow it upon a worthy recipient at this week’s Hash. Surveying the crowd that gathered at the trailhead, I thought Ken (Bug Fucker) would be an appropriate candidate. I just needed to come up with a reason for my choice. So, I walked up and asked him if he would give me 500 pesos, and he said no, he could not. Later, at the On-Home, while he was eating his meat pie, I asked if he would share his meal with me. Once again, he declined to do so.
So, I was happy to pass the Hashit to Bug Fucker for being a selfish bastard. All in good fun, of course.
I chose not to participate in the after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter; I caught a trike home instead. That makes two nights in a row I was home before 7 p.m. At least I made the effort, so we’ll call it baby steps towards recovery.
I walked the dogs this morning for the first time in four days (don’t worry, the helper provided them leash time in my absence), another indicator of progress. It’s funny how quickly activities you take for granted or even consider a chore are missed when you lose the capability to perform them. I hope to be back on trail in the hills soon.
I’ll bet you a hundred dollars that’s not real.Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
On the way home from Royal this morning, as we passed by the Kalaklan cemetery, for some reason a song I hadn’t heard or thought of for practically forever came to mind. I sang the verse I remembered aloud, then pulled it up on YouTube to refresh my memory.
I’m in no hurry to die, but when I do, I don’t want to be buried at all. Just scatter my ashes on the Hash trail. Although, I guess I won’t actually care one way or the other.
I got the Hashit, the Subic Hashit
For being stupid on trail today
I have to hold it until I pass it
Won't someone take my Hashit away
Drink it down, down, down, down
Here’s the delayed report on Monday’s Subic Hash. Leech My Nuggets was the Hare, and he is well known for both his challenging trails and the quality of his markings. One of the best Hares around, for sure. The trail began way out at the end of Rizal Extension and being the shortcutter that I am, I opted to leave from my house instead.
The blue x is where I joined the trail. The distance from my house to there was about the same, but I did avoid a steep down. I also bypassed the Black Rock climb. Still wound up with a solid 6.5K trail.A couple of runners passed by as I reached my junction with the trail, but I had to wait a bit for my slowpoke group to arrive.Fancy running into you here.An easy skip over the wetness.I see you hiding there, CarabaoDamn tree huggers. Wait, is that a knothole?We must be bananasYikes! That bridge looks more than a little dicey.Here I go! I wouldn’t normally even try that crossing, except it wasn’t high enough where the fall would hurt me. Getting wet was the worst outcome. And it was shaky, but I made it.Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor.Other times you just want to keep your feet dry.The writing is on the wallWalk this way!The right way to go is left!A strolldown Govic highwayA look towards home (Alta Vista is on the hill to the right)Arriving at Smokes and Bottles, this week’s On-Home venueChillin’ with Pubic Head before the CircleTwo Hash virgins were defloweredAnd I got the Hashit
The Hashit is awarded each week by the person who received it the previous week. Buddy Fucker selected me for the “honor” this week. As the song at the beginning of this post implies, you get the Hashit for doing something stupid. My “crime” was booking Buddy Fucker into one of those crappy rooms at Orchid Inn in Angeles City. Guilty as charged!
So, your fellow Hashers pour some of their beer into the HashitThe song is sung and then you drink it down, down, down.
I will look forward to finding a suitable recipient next week.
After the Hash, I took a trike to It Doesn’t Matter for the gathering there.
And captured the beauty of the Hash Gash sitting nearby.
Not a bad day on trail!
Here’s today’s pun:
Sometimes the trailer is all you need to see.
I’d never heard this song before, but it has Hash in the title, and damn, it seems fitting for the Hashit recipient.
A quick post with photos from yesterday’s Angeles Hash before I rush out for today’s Subic Hash. It was an easy trail, thankfully, because I didn’t have much going for me. Coughing and hocking up phlegm throughout the duration of the 4K short trail I hiked. The Angeles Hash Circle is very laid back, with no ice and few punishments. Some of the songs were familiar, though. There was an after-Hash gathering, including a dinner, that I opted not to participate in. Instead, I visited a bar named Phillies that I’ve patronized in the past and had some quesadillas. Swan and her girlfriend joined me there later.
I walked past this new bar on my way to the Hash meet-up. Their lineup features some of the ugliest women I’ve ever seen. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but I wasn’t attracted at all!Over thirty minutes in the Jeepney to get to the start of the trail.But we are finally On-On!It was flat most of the way, which suits me just fine.Where big cocks come from…Onto a less traveled road.Grazing livestockThe only climb lies just aheadA view from the topThat appears to be a volcano, but I’m unaware of its history. I’ll try and find out. (It’s not the famous Mt. Pinatubo that blew its top in 1991.)What goes up must come down.A happy group of cookie recipientsHeading back to the On-HomeCan you see that bridge in the distance? That’s where the Hash Circle was held.Ready for planting. Probably corn.That bridge is closer now.At the end of our trek. I was the last of the short trail hikers to arrive. The longer 7K trail group arrived shortly after I did.Catching my breath and quenching my thirstThe comparatively tame Angeles City Hash Circle commences.My “easy”trail. The Hare described it as boring because it was basically a walkout and then a deadhead back. Oh well. I’m lame these days and don’t need the excitement.
As I mentioned, I chose not to attend the Octoberfest activities. I took a trike from where the Jeepney dropped us back to my hotel. After depositing my backpack in the room, I walked the block up to the main drag and took a streetside seat at Phillies.
Near the entrance to the notorious Walking Street, lined end to end with girly bars and more options for adult entertainment. I have been many times in the past, but I did not venture that way (at night) on this trip.I’d never seen a chicken quesadilla prepared quite that thick before. Still tasty, though.Swan had spent the day with an old girl friend, and she brought her by so we could meet. And yes, Swan didn’t object to my taking a picture.These gals were hanging around out front, waiting for prey. Swan was there to protect me from their advances…
Made it safely back to my hotel and tried to sleep through the coughing jags. Still coughing, although not as badly, today. We’ll see how things go on today’s Hash. I’m not going to be shy about shortcutting and keeping things as flat as possible.
Back tomorrow with a report on how that worked out.
But I’m at a ‘Los’ remembering anything about that day. I haven’t forgotten this Angeles City. It was the first place I visited in the Philippines. I don’t come here very often anymore; the fact of the matter is I just don’t like it very much. Lots of whore bars and not much else. But I’m here to Hash and that’s what I’ll focus on.
I’m at the Orchid Inn, the hotel I stayed in during my first trip back in 2007. I remember the rooms being WAY nicer back then. Oh well, it’s a place to lay my tired head at the end of a long day. What else do I need?
Well, I’ve got to eat, I suppose. Last night, I visited the nearby Tequila Reef Cantina. It is reputed to be one of the best dining establishments in AC, and I wasn’t disappointed.
They have a full and varied menu, but Mexican is their specialty. I went with a taco and enchilada platter. Excellente!Tequila Reef also has a nice ambiance and was very crowded last night. I guess the WiFi is good, too, judging by the dinner conversation my tablemates were not having with me.
Breakfast here at the hotel was okay, too.
That was a Thanksgiving-sized portion of ham, that’s for sure.
That brings you up to date so far. I’ll be heading over to the Hash On-Home at noon to sign up and catch a Jeepney to wherever the trail is. I feel like shit, but I’m going to do my best anyway. Coughing and wheezing as I write this. The Angeles Hash group isn’t known for their tough trails and hopefully they’ll have one especially for us old farts. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.
Yesterday’s Hash turned out to be survivable, and I even made it through a climb. I was huffing and puffing and slow as molasses, but it wasn’t a race. The Tylenol I took for the back pain helped, but I decided not to do the 3K walk to the start. I’m doing a consult with Dr. Jo this afternoon, which means I’ve got to do a rush job on this post. Hell, the less I say, the better, right?
A Jeepney ride to the start, a hill climb, a shortcut (yellow line), and a highway walk back to the On-Home at VFW—just a tad over 4K.Gathering at the start. I’d never done this route up before.And we are On-Up!A rest stop while waiting for the slow guy. You can see him (me) bringing up the rear there on the right.Photos I take never seem to capture the degree of incline. This climb was of moderate length but very steep in places.That’s no crow and I wasn’t scared.A rest stop before taking the short trail.We had a steep downward trek as well.Luckily, it wasn’t too slippery.The view from hereSunshine on the bayYes, I’m coming…That railing came in handy…I must have passed Scott on the way down. As you can see, I’m wearing my new La Union Hash shirt.That’s Barretto Beach down belowNearing the end of the downWith a stroll through a hillside villageAnd back on the National Highway for the walk On-Home
I’ve been avoiding hill climbs in deference to my weak leg, but lately, heavy breathing has been a more concerning issue. Hopefully, Dr. Jo will have some treatment for my sciatica, and the upcoming nasal surgery will improve my oxygen intake.
Lest I forget, Happy Halloween!
Not a good time to be eating at the “Y.”That would make a ghostly sound…
Yesterday’s Hash with the La Union group was a special one. It was the 40th Anniversary run, and some old timers from the first year of the LUH3 came out to celebrate by recreating one of the original Hash trails. It was 5K long, mostly flat, and had three beer stops along the way! Man, that’s my kind of trail!
Our HaresGathering up at the On-Home before heading outAnd off we go!Seeing everything for the first time is niceBack roadsA bridge crossingWith a surprise at the endThe view from the bridgeThrough a villageCookie deliveryHashers on the shelfInto the fieldsA Hash cropped upFarm housesBack in the suburbsA brief highway jauntA couple of the local Hashers live on this streetTo the beach we go!Such as it isA beach walkThankfully it was low tideAn ocean viewBe careful out there!Beer stop #2Well, it would have been nice to have someone with me on the tripBeers then beaches againAbandoned hopesBroken dreamsTime for some wet feetThe final beer stopAn abandoned bar that was called The HideawayAnd the house next door. I could imagine living there and reclaiming the bar…Time to head back to the On-HomeA nice day to be out on the beachBut all things must endBut I’ll always have the memories. And this Hash shirt
Yesterday’s Subic Bay Hash House Harriers 30th Anniversary run is in the books. No one got married, so I guess you could say it went off without a hitch. The Hares offered three options: long (11K), medium (6K), and short (4K). As is my custom, I was joined by three others, and we did our own version of the trail–got dropped off at the start of the long trail and then avoided most of the climbs for an enjoyable 6K hike.
There was a huge turnout for the special day–103 paid Hashers. We had guests from several other Philippines Hash groups and a couple of others from Thailand. One of the out-of-towners misbehaved in a disgusting way–masturbating while on the ice–but otherwise, it was an enjoyable gathering. I made it to the end on ten beers, then went home instead of joining the after-party. See how dedicated I am to losing weight?
Here are some pictures from my day:
The path my group walkedGathering up at the VFW for the Jeepney ride to the startFilipina HashersOff-loading at the start of the long trailTwo Jeepneys left at noon, carrying Hashers to the long and medium trails. The Jeep for the short trail left at 1:00.Let’s get started–On-On!An unidentified fat guy in the tall grass.Then out into the wide-open spacesCountry lifeCookies AND lollipops! Lucky devil!Bug Fucker, one of the first runners to catch up to our short-cutting group.Some of the Angeles HashersA couple more ladies in the wildMade it to Bridge #4, the starting point for the medium trail.Artificial shadeCredit where credit is due–as usual, Pubic Head is responsible for many of these photos.Nearing the end of our trailEureka! Our On-Home yesterday was at the Hotel Bella MonteCold beer awaits.The ice is delivered.Hashers gather and await the beginning of the Circle. That’s my 30th Anniversary Hash shirt.Our three Hashers with over 1000 runs. Road Whore there in front, participated in the first-ever running of the SBH3 thirty years ago.It’s nice on ice!Four virgin Hashers were deflowered in traditional Hash fashion.Happy Anniversary!
My leg held up pretty well on yesterday’s trek. Using my stick as a cane seems to take some pressure off, and once again, after a couple of kilometers it felt almost normal. I did have my MRI done today and some other tests. I’ll write about those tomorrow.
Welp, I did a Hash trail yesterday, just not the one the Hare intended. My trail had only one easy climb, one tricky downhill, and 4K of relatively painless hiking. Yep, you heard that right–my leg didn’t give me any trouble throughout the hike. I felt real good about that.
The Hare’s way featured several ups and downs on the 6K trail.My version started at my house, had one up and one down, and a significant backtrack. It all added up to a healthy 4K jaunt.Heading out of Alta VistaAnd onto the familiar path I’ve dubbed “My Bitch”And I briefly found myself on the Hare’s intended course.And then two paths diverged in the woods, and I, being totally sane, took the path I’ve often traveled by, and that made all the difference.Arriving at the famous Four Corners. I still had a ways to go on my solo hike before meeting up with Pubic Head at the mountain family’s place.Time out for a selfie in the grassGreetings to you, Easter Mountain!Waiting for Pubic Head to arrive with Onelia and one of Jennifer’s children. Cookies and lollipops were the treats I delivered.Heading back up the path I had just arrived on, Pubic Head was in over his head in the tall grass.It’s much easier going without all the f’n thatch grass, that’s for sure.By golly, we’ve reconnected with the Hare’s trail. But not for long.Looking fit as a fattle…It’s a rocky road, I scream!Living la vida locaArriving unscathed at our On-Home venue, Johansson’s
It was a painless day on trail. Does it get any better than that?
Facebook memories brought a dose of sadness today with these pictures of two of my South Carolina darts buddies:
“Gunny” Taubland James Stoy
Both are now deceased. I am older than both were at the time of their passing. A good reminder that it’s all borrowed time, so enjoy it while you can.
Mortality casting its long shadow on this morning’s dog walk
Seriously, though, I’m not dwelling on how much sand is left in my hourglass. I try hard to live for today and not worry about tomorrow. Plus, I’m working on a plan for a heavenly afterlife when the time comes. Stay tuned!
Speaking of heaven on Earth, look what I found on today’s shopping excursion:
These were my favorite treat growing up. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed one. Years and years, for sure!
A very busy morning, and I’ll be heading out soon to attend the grand opening of Barretto’s newest bar, Oasis. All the details to come in tomorrow’s post.
I guess that makes me a highwayman. It turns out the walk from my house to the One Three Resort was closer to 5K rather than the 3K I anticipated. Even so, I have no regrets about foregoing the Hash trail as a matter of prudence. In keeping with my new normal, about 1K into my walk, I started feeling pain in my upper left leg. This continued and intensified until I hit 3K, and then, either I got used to the discomfort, or it went away. The leg still felt a little weak but not unstable to the point of collapsing. I’ll call that progress and hope it continues.
The On-Home venue in Calapadayan. I was just here last Thursday for the Grand Opening celebration.Leech My Nuggets was the Hare yesterday. I apologized for missing his trail.The view from hereAnd hereSettling in and waiting for the Hash circle to commence.San Miguel Zero wasn’t available, so I went with San Mig Light. That’s 3% alcohol versus 5%. By the end of the evening, the difference was staggering. *ahem*The One Three menu offerings. I’m not a big fan of Thai food to begin with, and I didn’t know what most of these dishes even were. I took a flyer on the panang, and it turned out to be okay.Some of the Hash galsWatching the sun go down…going……going…Gone! (full disclosure: I didn’t take this last shot, but it’s a good one!)
As I mentioned, when it was time to head back to Barretto, I was feeling no pain. I figured I’d take a Jeepney or a trike, whichever came by first. To my surprise, a vacant taxi came by. That’s the first time I’ve ever hailed a cab on the street in over five years of living here. You rarely see a cab this far out of Olongapo; an empty one is unheard of.
So, I rode back to my little town in air-conditioned comfort. When I got dropped at It Doesn’t Matter, the meter read 120 pesos. I gladly gave the driver 150, the amount I was prepared to pay for a trike.
A couple more beers at IDM (Zeros this time), and I knew it was time to get my ass home. I did make a stop at Sit-n-Bull for my weekly banana split to go. Home before 8:00 and asleep before 9:00. Sometime during that hour, I guess I created a misunderstanding with Swan, but we’ve put it behind us today. For the most part, anyway.
For today’s smile, how about this horny guy slingin’ the bull:
Not THAT kind of 69. But I like the way you think!
Yeah, don’t let the arrows fool you. They were all over the place, and not one led to an actual 69.
What it was really all about was run #1569 of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers.
The long version of the trail is in red. The Hares also provided a shorter version (the green line bypass). I opted to start from my house in Alta Vista rather than make the unnecessary walk to the VFW only to turn around and return to the neighborhood. Start to finish was right at 4K for me.
It was a pleasant enough walk with no surprises, especially because I had participated in the Hare’s scouting mission during our Wednesday hike. My only real complaint was once we came down out of the hills, there were no trail markings on the streets leading back to the On-Home at Blue Butterfly.
That was the final trail mark that I saw. I guess the Hare assumed everyone knew the way back to town, and that’s probably true for us locals. But we often have out-of-town guest Hashers who wouldn’t have a clue. I’ll be doing Hashes in La Union and Angeles City later this month, and that’s my nightmare scenario–not knowing where to go or how to get back because of a poorly marked trail. Okay, rant over.
Here are some photos from the trail (some mine, some taken by other Hashers):
The main body of Hashers departed from the VFW at 2:00 p.m. I left my house at the same time. Just a few minutes after I joined the official trail, Leech My Nuggets and Bug Fucker jogged past me. Leech is the fastest member of the kennel, and I’m one of the slowest.There was something about this tree I found interesting.Or maybe I just have a dirty mind.Let’s wash away that nastiness with a gander at Easter Mountain.And another group passed me as I paused to make a cookie delivery to the my mountain family friends.The hardest thing on the trail was stepping over this wall that had barbwire on top. I was fearful I would snag my balls, but I managed to avoid that tragedy.It was all downhill from here.Improvised stair steps.Into the villageI’ve seen worse.Cement sidewalks and bridgesEasy livingHeading On-HomeAt Blue ButterflyTwenty-six Hashers in attendance this week, including the Gash contingentFirst, I couldn’t find the 69, and now I see that blowjobs aren’t allowed in the CR. Damn.
And that’s how things went down (well, not literally) at the Hash.
In non-Hash-related news, I saw this Jeepney crashed on the side of the National Highway this morning. Hope no one was hurt.
Not designed for off-road travel!
It is funny how things turn out. In high school I dreamed of being a journalist.
And I grew up to become a conspiracy theorist. Who’d a thunk it?Tom waits for no man. Oops, I guess I’m an example of what he was talking about. Sorry!
And sticking with our sexual innuendo theme, I’ll leave you with this:
Tomorrow we are due for a day-long scheduled power outage. That’s something to look forward to. Ah well, I’m still counting my blessings. At least I’m not living in a Manila slum eating a local delicacy called pagpag. My foodie friends should check this out if they have the stomach for it:
I’ll take a pass, thank you.
Anyway, here’s the down and dirty on yesterday’s Hash. As I mentioned, there was a reworking of the trail brought about by the inaccessibility of the National Highway due to construction. So, we started at the entrance to Alta Vista instead, and the Hares laid out a very nice trail, especially for a last-minute effort. I naturally took a shortcut with the other oldies, but the 4K effort was still enjoyable.
Yesterday’s trail with a purple shortcut.Gathering at the start. We had a smaller-than-normal turnout yesterday.And we are On-On!On the streets of Alta VistaOff the streets and into the wild.Follow me boys!The same hills as the My Bitch trail, but a different path this time. It had been long enough that it felt new again.A tree and a goatLiving a recycled lifestyleGetting back to our woodsy roots…Granny kept a watchful eye as I handed her little granddaughter some cookies.The path took us down through this guy’s front porch…he was friendly and nice about it, though.This portion of the trail was a real downer.On-Home in back of It Doesn’t MatterHash GashCircle up!
We went back up front to the bar for more imbibing after the hash, and then a few of us crossed the highway for a couple more at the Annex bar. And then, with bedtime looming, I called it a night and headed back home. And so ended the day of my two-hundred and sixty-fourth run with the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers.
I’m off to see Dr. Jo this afternoon for some advice on my meds and after that I’ll roam the streets of Barretto so you don’t have to. Glad to be of service.
Here’s my provocation on Facebook today:
I don’t always believe the shit I post on FB, but I do enjoy the reactions.It seems that way sometimes!