No, not this kind. I’m talking about the Haggis Bash Hash. This was part of the food that was served after the event, but I did not stick around to partake.It was kinda interesting to see the reverence to which the Haggis above was treated. Brought into the venue on a platter accompanied by bagpipe music. Sorry the picture is so blurry, I might have been drunk.
Anyway, it was a mostly fun and interesting day. We started out with a 6.5K trail that was blessedly flat.
And it’s “on-on” in La Union!The trail meandered through fields of corn, grapes, and rice.As seems to be my bane, we had some water crossings on unstable bridges. That’s Slot Licker from Subic encouraging me on across a swaying suspension bridge.Now, this one didn’t scare me at all. Still, I almost lost my balance but made it over with dry feet.And these damn bamboo things just weren’t designed to support my weight. Well, I made it safely–praise be to the Hash Gods…That’s more like it!Where corn comes from.
Anyway, you get the idea. Typical Hash excursion, just in a new venue. Of course, the big event was still to come: the Haggis games.
Sorry the picture is fuzzy, there were 12 events in all. Sadly, I neglected to photograph most of them. We were competing against teams from Angeles City and of course, the La Union Hash.The Hash Bash Grand Master of Ceremonies…And I guess it wouldn’t be Haggis without bagpipes…The pole toss event…There were over 180 Hashers in attendance. Had to step back a bit to capture the enormity of the crowd.
We (Subic) were actually kicking ass in most of the early categories and had a comfortable lead in points. This was stuff like the races–dwarf carry (a guy carried a girl), sack races and the like. And then there came the dancing…
The Subic dancers performed brilliantly. The judges were all from La Union though and they saw fit to award us third place. Totally subjective and disappointing.
We dropped a couple of other events like pie-eating (meat pie that is). So it all came down to the tug-of-war at the end. Angeles City outweighed us healthy Subic guys on the rope by quite a bit and in the end, they proved unmovable. Ah well, it was all in good fun.
That’s me with the second place trophy. See you bastards next year for a revenge tug!
Back home in lovely Barretto again. I will say this about La Union: the women there are on average much more to my taste than what I find in my little town. The waitresses in both Bella’s and Blue Cat were just so damn cute! Not to mention, they provided outstanding service. That’s a winning combination anywhere.
That’s Anne, my personal favorite. What a smile! What an ass! She was really busy on Saturday morning and working alone. I got frustrated and went next door to Blue Cat for breakfast. She was still apologizing to me this morning. I don’t think I’d like living in La Union, but if I had a gal like this loving me there, I might just change my mind.I’m a Haggis Basher now! See you next year! You too, Anne. I hope.
Yesterday I got registered for today’s Haggis Hash. For my P1000 fee ($20) I received a bag full of Hash trash.
Said bag which contained my Hash gear…Including this ball cap……a sweat towel……these kilt-like looking shorts……and of course, the traditional commemorative Hash shirt.
I’m all decked out for today’s Haggis…
The shorts are ridiculous, probably the only time I’ll ever wear them…And I’m wearing my Subic shirt to represent my team in the Haggis events this afternoon.
Last night we did the “Full Moon Hash” which in actuality is a male-only bar crawl. Of course, there ain’t many bars here, but we hit three of them. What was unusual was the “entertainment” provided–dancing girls dancing. Then dancing without their tops. And finally dancing naked! I’ve seen that in Thailand, but never the Philippines which tends to lean conservative when it comes to sexual mores. I know these shows were specifically put on for our benefit, but still, it seemed pretty risky. The doors weren’t locked and there were non-Hashers in the bars.
And I guess I really am turning into a grumpy old man. I like women just fine, even tattooed prostitutes. Their pussies right up in my face? Not so much. Some of the other guys seemed to really be into it though, at least their tongues were. Yuck! Anyway, I find women more attractive when something is left to the imagination. That’s just how I roll.
At the third bar, we did a Hash circle. I’d had a few beers by then and just wasn’t much in the mood for the usual chicanery. At the La Union Hash, they don’t use ice for punishment. Instead, you drink from this:
No idea what the concoction inside truly is, but obviously it looks like shit. Didn’t get the opportunity to taste any either. I bailed before the circle was completed.
I’m just too old for that crap. Hope it is more fun today. Stay tuned.
Quiet night here yesterday. Just hung out at the hotel bar and watched the sun go down.
Down she goes……see you in the morning!
Once the sun’s entertainment was completed, I took some time to observe my fellow patrons at the bar. Damn, I’m old but these guys looked ancient to me! Lots of old fucks in Barretto too of course but I think the oldsters stand out here because there is no infusion of young tourists. Having said that, it appeared they all were making the best of their golden years, enjoying camaraderie and laughs with each other. I was impressed that one guy with non-functioning legs rode into the bar on an electric scooter. Another guy looked like something out of The Walking Dead, barely able to stand, unsteady hands, and a gnarly and wrinkled body. Must have been well into his 80s and yet there he sat enjoying a beer and watching the ocean. You know, I want to live for as long as I can do the things I enjoy doing, There will come a time when maybe some good company and cold beer will be all I need. Hell, maybe that time has already come!
And I’m not blowing smoke!
That’s vapor, not smoke! I was making an impressive cloud though, wasn’t I?
Breakfast in the hotel as well this morning. I must say I was impressed with the enormity of the meal:
Not shown is a heaping helping of beans served up in a bowl right after I took this photo. One of the better breakfasts I’ve had in a while.
I guess I’m doing alright for an old guy. Think I’ll take a nap.
Arrived safely yesterday afternoon after a 3.5-hour drive. The “safely” part is always in doubt, especially when my driver is in heavy traffic on a two-lane highway. He gets pretty damn aggressive; passing on the shoulder, tailgating, and cutting it close when passing in the face of oncoming traffic. Ah, well. It was exciting at least.
I always enjoy seeing new places, partly for the experience but also to see if it may be a potential alternative should the need ever arise for me to relocate. Bauang, the actual city I’m in within the province of La Union, is a pretty enough beach town. There is an elderly expat community and a few bars to serve them, including a couple of girly bars. So I guess I’d fit right in. What I don’t like is being so far away from everything else. In Barretto, I’m just over an hour from an international airport and 20 minutes away from malls and grocery stores that cater to my needs. I just don’t think I’d deal well with feeling so isolated. That’s my first impression at least.
This is the place I’m staying. Not up to my standards but convenient to the Hash events. At least I stayed here because it is where everyone else in my group is staying. Very uncomfortable bed though.This little bar is right next door to my hotel and I enjoyed quaffing some brews in here yesterday.I asked my waitress if I could get a photo of her uniform. I thought it a little funny that I hang out at Alley Cats in Barretto. Plus, she has a sweet ass.The Blue Cat is an expat hangout and also a Hash venue. The guy on the right actually moved here from Barretto six years ago with his wife and child. He says he couldn’t stay out of the bars in Barretto. Well, you see where I met him. After the sun went down, we moved up the highway to one of the girly bars. I honestly didn’t like it and bailed out pretty early. Got back to Blue Cat before 9 and it was already closed! I guess these old fuckers are early birds… I was up early this morning and neither my hovel hotel restaurant or Blue Cat was open. So, I walked up the highway looking for a place to get some coffee. Found a nice hotel and they were open for business. Wish I’d stayed here. Next time!After breakfast, I took a long walk on the beach. Much cleaner than Barretto.I wonder what the story is here……it was like a ghost town on the beach. I’m guessing damage from a long-ago storm…I live on a bay so it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a surfer… It was a lovely morning for a walk on the beach…
And now it is beer o’çlock and my Hash mates are waiting. More to come!
Feeling the effects of a passing typhoon here today, leaving me a lazy and rainy afternoon to abide. Tomorrow I will be changing my perspective with a four-day visit in La Union. Weather ought to be better by then, if not my attitude. Yeah, I’m in a foul mood. And no, I’m not ready to talk about it.
Here are some photos from yesterday’s Hash:
I was not happy with the trail. Vienna Sausage (Günter) was the Hare and he incorporated four outrageous climbs, including Mother Fucker, into his trail. It was ridiculous and impossible for the walkers to finish before dark. I and many others did some shortcutting (the orange trail).The Hashmobile was jam-packed and uncomfortable.We got dropped off and had a short walk on the highway...…and then began our ascent up the first mountain via these stairs……up and up we go…
…the stairs eventually gave way, but the climb did not.Finally some mostly level ground.After bypassing one of the climbs, we began to make our way back down.Some hazy skies, but still a nice view…You often encounter downed barbed wire on trail, but it is unusual to see it at eye level. It’s especially hazardous because most of the time I’m looking down at where I’m planting my feet. I was warned about this strand though so no cuts for me!It was a pigpen near the bottom.
Anyway, from this point, the trail went back up again and it was already a little past 5:00 and it gets dark around 5:30. So I was done with the trail and hoofed it back to the on-home at Johan’s on Baloy Beach. I arrived in time to see this:
A colorful end to a shitty trail.
A couple of points of interest at the circle. We celebrated a birthday in the traditional Hash fashion:
By making a cake.
The other event of interest was the naming of a Hasher who completed her fifth Hash. This process involves the unnamed being interviewed by the group and then potential names are suggested and voted on. The unnamed was Ilene, whom I mentioned before as a bit of a (one-way) crush. Anyway, Ilene professed to like horses and I knew she was into running. And she’s attractive. So, the name I came up with was “Hot to Trot” and in a close vote, she was duly named.
That’s Hot to Trot participating in an event known as the “Spartan”. And that’s about all I know about it, other than it involves five contests. Apparently one of them is carrying around heavy shit. I don’t know, I lifted the photo from her Facebook page.
Met a virgin to the Hash named Chris (male) who is a military retiree who just recently moved to Barretto. He did a couple of tours of duty in Korea so we had that in common. He indicated he might be joining us in La Union. Welcome to the Hash!
And that’s it for now. Some bad stuff happened after the circle that I’m still processing. In the end, it will probably turn out for the best. For now, I think I need to go get drunk.
She’s been lookin’ like a queen in a sailor’s dream And she don’t always say what she really means Sometimes I think it’s a shame When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain Sometimes I think it’s a shame When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain
I can picture every move that a man could make Getting lost in her lovin’ is your first mistake Sundown you better take care If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs Sometimes I think it’s a sin When I feel like I’m winnin’ when I’m losin’ again
Be it ever so humble and all that jazz, it’s good to be back and into the swing of my so-called life. I think being away for even a few days helps give you perspective. Sometimes I lament the meaninglessness of it all in an “is that all there is?” kind of way. But hey, I’m retired, I’ve made my contributions to society and I have the pension to prove it. For me now my job is to not lament what I’ve lost, not to regret what I don’t have, and to be satisfied with the life I’ve chosen in the here and now. Knowing I can always change my life should the need arise.
So for a retired guy, I guess you could say I do lead a pretty active lifestyle. I’m out walking every day of course. That’s a healthy thing to do and I occasionally even enjoy it. I’ve got a couple of Spotify music playlists I’ve created, Walk and Roll and Walkaholic, that helps pass the steps when I’m out and about. And of course, there’s the nightlife.
Last night’s welcoming committee from Cheap Charlies. Do they really like me or is it just my peso-nality? Does it matter? I enjoyed myself and they liked the pasalubong I provided. The beer was cold and I was happy. That’s got to be enough.
So yeah, I have my favorite hangouts. Some are for darts, like Alley Cats. Some feature my kind of music. And others are just good places to sit and chat with my fellow expats. I’ve mentioned before that Barretto often feels like a big retirement community. We are all kind of in it together and making the best we can of whatever remains of our time amongst the living. If that constitutes settling, then I’ll settle for that.
And it’s not all about bars and women.
I’ve got my boys to keep me company too.
This is the life I’ve chosen and I’m going to try and live it without regret.
Oh, Facebook reminded me this morning of another walking milestone in my “career”.
I highly doubt this threshold will ever be broken again in my life. But I’m glad I did it. Once.
Today I participate in a social activity that involves both of my pastimes–walking and drinking. Yep, I’m talking about the Hash. And in other Hash news, this week I’ll be making a road trip to La Union (about 4 hours north of here) to participate in the Haggis Hash there. I’m not sure what all that involves, we’ll do a walk on Friday and a bar crawl that night. A walk on Saturday and then the “games”. No idea what that’s going to entail, but I reckon I’m going to find out.
So stay tuned and thanks for joining me for the ride of my life here at LTG.
And when I was twelve years old My daddy took me to a circus “The Greatest Show on Earth” There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads And as I sat there watching I had the feeling that something was missing I don’t know what But when it was all over, I said to myself “Is that all there is to a circus”
Is that all there is Is that all there is If that’s all there is, my friends Then let’s keep dancing Let’s break out the booze and have a ball If that’s all there is
My short visit to Korea has now reached its conclusion. All in all, it went much better than the previous trip. I think going for five days versus two weeks helped. I also was mostly successful at defending myself from sad memories whenever they attacked, sending them back to the past where they belong.
Otherwise, my only real takeaway was that as much as I love Korea it is no longer home. Even the familiar places are not all that familiar now. Just as an example, Shenanigans was my favorite hangout for years. Last night they had a big crowd and a happy buzz. But with just a couple of exceptions, none of the faces were familiar. That’s natural of course, I’ve been gone quite a while now. But I found myself missing my life here in the Philippines. I came away knowing that this is where I belong. It’s good to be back!
Had some good times though and I’ve already recounted those on the blog. You can read Kevin Kim’s take on our massive hike and tasty meal here. Thanks again!
So after a couple of beers with the nephew, I called it an early night. My flight departed at 7:55 a.m. and the best way I could find to Incheon was by the airport limo bus. That required getting up at 0400 and catching the bus at 4:40.
The stop was right in front of my hotel which was convenient at least. I was the only passenger at that ungodly hour when I boarded. We did pick up several more en route though.
I was on Korean Air which meant departing from Terminal 2. It’s a bit longer trip and we didn’t arrive until 6:15. That’s cutting it closer than I like, especially for an international flight. But I was in business class which meant no long wait to check-in. I got my boarding pass and checked my bag then headed to security, which was just opening (so I forgave myself for not taking the earlier bus). And as usual, my vapes triggered a secondary screening of my carry on bag. The guy asked why so many batteries (I had brought 7 and purchased 12 more to bring home with me). I explained that the 12 were replacements as my current batteries were wearing out. So, it was all good and I proceeded on through immigration without a hitch.
Once in the terminal, I went to one of the duty-free stores to purchase some pasalubong, the Filipino gift-giving custom expected of returning travelers. I had some Won I needed to dispose of anyway, so I’ll make some bargirls smile with trinkets and sweets.
When it came time to board the plane, my boarding pass set off a beep and I was pulled aside. The agent asked if I had e-cigarettes in my checked luggage. I responded of course not, that’s isn’t allowed. She told me to hold on, they were sending a picture. And sure enough, one of my vape pens had made its way into my checked bag. All I can figure is that I left it in a pocket and inadvertently packed it with my dirty clothes. I was relieved to learn my bag was on the plane and with no time to retrieve my e-cig I told her to just trash it. Damn, my vaping habit is getting to be a pain in the ass, isn’t it?
I do enjoy the comfort and friendliness of Korean Air. And the hot flight attendants.
I reclined my seat, stretched out my legs and settled in for a cozy and comfortable trip home.
We landed at Clark Field a few minutes early and I was the first person off the plane. Made it through immigration in a flash and then headed to baggage claim where I waited. And waited. And waited some more. I finally asked what was going on and was told there was only one baggage crew on duty and they were busy unloading another flight. And so I did what I’ve trained myself to do–took a deep breath, relaxed, and accepted the Filipino way.
After about 30 minutes the first bag appeared on the carousel, and mine was the third one to come out. I grabbed it and hustled over to customs. Where I encountered a long line (the plane that had been unloaded before ours apparently). Ah well. For whatever reason, they x-ray bags coming off the plane at Clark. When I reached the machine, the operator said just my carry-on bag had to go on the belt. Hmm. I got a bit nervous because I had all those vapes and the President here has decreed them verboten. I guess the operator didn’t notice them or didn’t care, so I grabbed my bag and headed out to meet my driver.
Donny was there waiting, which I appreciated. On the drive home I had him stop at one of my favorite restaurants on the old Navy base–Texas Joe’s.
I enjoyed me some pulled pork, beans, and slaw. Donny had some baby back ribs.
Greetings from Clark International Airport in less than lovely Angeles City. I’m currently ensconced in the Korean Air lounge with an hour to kill before boarding my flight to Incheon. So I’m going to kill it with you.
How long is the trip between summer and winter? Well, today it’s gonna be a four-hour journey. Since winter does not exist in the Philippines I do not possess much in the way of cold weather garments. I did rummage through the guest room closet to see what I might have stashed in there after the move.
Turns out I do have a jacket. Now, that’s not a winter coat by a long shot but it’s a start… And I have my old 8th Army sweater that I can wear underneath the jacket…And if things get really cold I can wear this sweatshirt under the sweater.
I guess that’s as prepared as it’s gonna get for me. Wish me luck! (I have no idea why those last two photos are coming up sideways, I didn’t save them that way. Sorry!)
Had an okay Hash yesterday, the Hare, Almoranus, gave us a steep climb up the big mountain. But once up top, his trail took us on a gentle downward trajectory to the beach and we walked the beach most of the way back to our on-home at Midnight Rambler. Here are some photos from the journey:
The short version of the trail was about 7.5K…Offloading from the Hashmobile…And after crossing the highway we immediately began our ascent.This bridge wasn’t really so bad compared to some I’ve crossed…Looking back down at the bay as we climb…A mountain home.So, whenever I start bitching about how tough it is on the trail it seems I see something that humbles me…Looking down on Olongapo City from our mountaintop vantage point.Back down on the beach…It was high tide so that meant climbing over some big rocks or wading in the water. I climbed, Pubic Head waded.Safely back “on-home” in time to enjoy a sunset on the bay.
Alrighty then. Time to say so long to the Philippines for now. Korea here I come!
Making final preparations for my trip to Korea tomorrow. In some ways revisiting my old haunts feels almost like traveling back in time. Except I know what the future holds. On my last trip, I wound up getting overwhelmed by memories and got depressed enough that I cut the visit short. I’m playing it safe this time by limiting myself to five days in country. Yeah, I’m pathetic I know.
Speaking of time travel, I came across this YouTube clip that is actually quite funny. I sometimes fantasize about having a time machine but I think the video makes a valid point about the physics involved, albeit in a humorous fashion. It’s only five minutes long, give it a watch:
Of course, Facebook takes me back in time on a regular basis through its memories feature.
That’s me seven years ago…
And this is the crowd I used to hang with. The bar, Bull and Barrel, is long gone as are most of the people. One dead, one in jail, a couple deported, others went home. Me? I got divorced and moved to the Philippines. Everything changes.
What else? Well, how about this article about the evolution of a dog’s love. I don’t know about the science involved, but you should hear my two go nuts when I come home after a night on the town. You’d think I’d been gone for years. Buddy stands on his hind legs and actually gives me hugs. It’s pretty damn sweet, that’s for sure.
“Play dead, Lucky!” Heh, I wish I could train him that good. That’s just the way he sleeps. He’s actually quite stupid, but he’s a good boy…
I went ahead a purchased the premium plan for my Spotify music app. It works so much better than YouTube for hiking entertainment, especially given the spotty data network in these parts. Plus there are no commercials and I’m able to build playlists so I like every song I hear. I’ve made two lists so far–“Walk and Roll” and “Walkaholic”. Good stuff!
I did a pleasant 8K valley hike yesterday. I’m scheduled to be the Hare on December 16, so I might just piss off the masochists with a nice flat trail. We’ll see.
Alright, time to finish packing and get ready for today’s Hash. I saw part of the trail on this morning’s walk, so I reckon the Hare’s are taking us up the big mountain again. Bastards!
Greetings from Zambales province on the lush, lovely, and large island of Luzon. Most days here are like every other day, not that that’s a bad thing. At least for me. While walking the dogs this morning I still noticed how beautiful the bay and mountains are, even though I been seeing the same view almost every day for 18 months now. I’m glad about that.
Last night found me playing darts at Alley Cats and at the end of the evening my partner and I had secured first place money. It was a particularly satisfying victory because it required beating Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink, twice. Neither of us had a particularly strong partner so it was almost as if we were playing mano a mano. Steve is probably the best overall dart player here in Barretto, and certainly the most consistent. He was throwing very well last night but somehow I managed to play up to his level. I was actually quite surprised by my performance, especially given that I just haven’t been throwing much of late.
To the victors go the spoils, or in this case, P700.
I also had a pleasant 7K afternoon hike yesterday. I’m still finding excuses to stay out of the mountains. Some might call that laziness but I prefer thinking of it as prudence. There I said it. The recent break-in at the house made me realize that I’ve been pushing my luck. Getting lost or hurt or worse in the wilds all by my lonesome just doesn’t have much appeal. Maybe it’s just a phase and I’ll regain my confidence once the thatch grass has dissipated. We’ll see.
Speaking of mountains, here’s the one we dub “Easter” as seen from the beginning of my walk.And here it is from a closer vantage point as I passed by on my mostly flat path.
Speaking of walking, next week I’ll be walking in Korea. Just like I was two years ago. Thanks for reminding me, Facebook:
I hope it doesn’t snow while I’m there. My winter wardrobe is as non-existent as winter is in the Philippines.
It’s gonna be a short five-day trip–three nights in Seoul and two in Pyeongtaek. Hopefully, I’ll handle the memories better this time.
My driver has been out of town, so I did my normal Tuesday grocery shopping on Sunday. And while there I saw something I’ve never seen before (and for an old fucker like me, that’s saying something), a church service being conducted inside the supermarket. A Catholic service from all appearances. It struck me as quite bizarre.
“Honey, I’m off to church now.”
“Okay dear. Grab some milk while you are there.”
Good luck with that. When I couldn’t find any fresh milk a clerk advised it was out of stock. Most Filipinos drink milk from cartons on unrefrigerated shelves. I still can’t get my mind around that.
And so it goes.
*For those who are too young to get the 1960s pop culture reference in the headline–Everything’s Archie is like saying everything’s cool. Maybe not peachy keeno, or even far out, and definitely not groovy, but still alright. Ya dig? Now you know.
According to this YouTube video, there are “14 reasons the Philippines is different from the rest of the world.” Well, 15 if you count the fact that this is the only country in the world where I currently reside. Anyway, some of them I didn’t know, some are interesting, and some seem more like hyperbole than facts. If you’ve got eight minutes or so to kill, give it a watch.
Well, ’tis the season after all. Burning season I mean.
This moring’s view of Easter mountain was marred by the residual effects of all those fires the locals insist on starting.
What are they burning? Sometimes trash, sometimes brush and the like. Now, having experienced the crazy growth of that tall and irritating thatch grass I can perhaps dispense with some tolerance for the need to burn that shit up. Still, it does nothing for the air quality around here, that’s for sure.
Speaking of smoke, President Duterte has decreed that henceforth vaping will be banned in the Philippines. That really sucks for me, because I’m a prolific vaper. And folks, vape clouds are not smoke, any more than fog is smoke. Anyway, the practical impact on me is as yet to be determined. I’ve been allowed to vape in most bars since it was previously not included in the smoking ban statutes. I expect that I will soon be denied that privilege. Alas, it seems escaping the nanny state syndrome is becoming more and more difficult. I’m a guest in this country, so I reckon I’ll just have to shut up and suck it up. I guess if bad things come in threes (burglary, detention) this vape ban completes the trifecta.
Government sucks. I should know.
Oh, that reminds me. I experienced a second home invasion yesterday.
Well, technically these badass red ants stayed outside on my upstairs deck. I decided to let them live. For now at least.
The holiday season is in full swing here. Of course, that’s old news. In the Philippines, Christmas season begins with the first of the “ber” months (SeptemBER, OctoBER, NovemBER, and DecemBER). It was disconcerting to hear holiday music blaring in the malls in the year’s ninth month, but what are you gonna do? Back when I was living in America, I made it a point to never decorate until AFTER Thanksgiving. But now I just go with the flow.
Yes indeed, that is my humble abode all lit up and filled with the Christmas spirit. Such as it is.
I confess part of my motivation was to shame would-be burglars. Or does it look more like an invitation? Oh well, it’s purdy.
When you are retired like I am, “hump” day pretty much loses all meaning and significance. Although as a member of the Wednesday walking group I do often spend some time and effort humping it up a mountain.
We did the big one yesterday but to his credit, our fearless leader Gunter didn’t make us climb the trail even he calls “Motherfucker”. The path we did take was plenty tough though. I hereby proclaim it will henceforth be known as “Nasty Bastard”.
Yeah, I was muttering to myself all the way up, but really the main reason I do the group hike is to see new places I wouldn’t explore alone and to push myself a bit harder than I do on my daily walks. Overcoming my inherent laziness and excuse-making is a good thing, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
I’ve got some photos from the 8K hike to share, but first I want to post this one:
Via the Facebook memories feature comes this photo of me and my buddy William “Gunny” Tabul from six years ago. Gunny died from prostate cancer last year.
I was also astounded at just how fat I look in that picture. I mean, I’m still carrying around a beer belly, but all these miles I’ve walked since that day have taken their toll. And the photo also reminds me that I’ve lost so much more than weight. Friends like Gunny, James Stoy, and Bridget Werner are gone now. The wedding band on my finger represents the broken promises from the woman I expected to spend the rest of my life with. I guess in a perverted kind of way I did. That man I was back then, fat and happy, the dreams and hopes for the future, the house and everything in it, all gone forever. All that’s left is a dead man walking.
On yesterday’s trail. That’s a new couple that joined us for the first time. The gal is a Filipina and she amazingly walked the entire trail in bare feet. I was damned impressed.Three-quarters of the way up. The steepest part lies ahead.A look back from whence we came.Basketball is probably the most popular sport here in the Philippines. But this court out in the middle of nowhere was pretty shocking regardless.On up we go.Oh well.Horsin’ around.Flowers in bloom.Lunch break at the top.
As is our custom, most of the group popped into Cheap Charlies after the hike for rehydration purposes. There was some kind of party going on and the group had quite a spread, including Lechon (roasted pig).
The remains of the day. Er, pig.
Over the hump and back again. Carry on!
One morning I woke up and I knew you were really gone A new day, a new way, and new eyes to see the dawn Go your way, I’ll go mine and carry on
The sky is clearing and the night has cried enough The sun, he comes, the world to soften up Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on
The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song Now witness the quickness with which we get along To sing the blues you’ve got to live the dues and carry on
Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all
I’m not sure if yesterday’s Hash is best characterized as either a fiasco, a boondoggle, or a clusterfuck. I report, you decide.
Now, for the record, I was really looking forward to this outstation trip to San Narcisco. I imagined hiking through new terrain, ocean views, and sunset on the beach from our on-home at Mopes Resort.
This was the promotional shot posted on the Hash Facebook page. I actually wound up sitting in that exact seat. But let’s just say my view turned out to be a lot darker.
Needless to say, things didn’t go as planned. Let’s get started on the story through pictures:
Our chariot awaits to transport as from Barretto to San Narcisco, an hour up the highway.Traveling in air-conditioned luxury. Certainly much more comfortable than the Hashmobile.Upon arrival at our destination, the Hares (Leech My Nuggets and Anal Retentive) provided last-minute guidance and instructions. We were told it was a flat trail approximately 9 KM long.And then we hit the trail. On-On!Hashers at work.Flat and scenic. Just the way I like it! So far, so good.And then the first sign of trouble–a water crossing. Okay, that’s a Hare’s prerogative. It’s also the reason I purchased shoes that can handle getting wet.And that crossing was almost immediately followed by this one.It was nice to be back on dry ground.The natives seemed friendly.When you don’t have a lot you appreciate what you do have. I suppose this qualifies as a roof over your head…Now, this was an unusual sight. A rickety bridge to cross. I figured what the hell, my feet are already wet. So I waded across. Everyone else made it across the bridge just fine though.And onward we march.Okay, now this is getting ridiculous. Another water crossing! And this one was deep! Over my waist and we had short Filipinas who don’t swim in the group. One guy was Hashing with his kid and they turned around and went back. A think a couple of others refused to do this crossing as well. I also carry a ziplock baggie for my phone in case of rain, so I put it to good use here. Especially since while I was wading the phone somehow escaped my pocket! Then I heard the person behind me exclaim “Hey, did someone lose a phone?” The damn thing floated inside the baggie. I would have been so pissed if I’d lost my new fucking phone!One final water crossing. That bridge was useless. At least the water wasn’t deep and I was already soaked anyway.The final stretch. We saw a Hashmark with the message “beer is near”. That meant we were almost to the beach and a short hike onward to Mopes Resort.Good thing too!
Hmm. That sign was the first indication of the trouble to come. Up ahead in the distance I could see a group of Hashers congregated around a vehicle. Then I looked behind me and saw several motorbikes approaching. As they got nearer I noticed the men were wearing uniforms and heavily armed. About this time, the group from up ahead had turned around and were walking back towards us, followed closely by a military vehicle. This can’t be good.
And it wasn’t. It seems we had ventured onto land that belonged to the Philippine Navy and we weren’t welcome to be there. We all assumed we were being escorted off the base. It wasn’t exactly the Bataan Death March or anything, but we did go a couple of kilometers before reaching a paved road. Again, we all thought we’d just walk on to the highway and catch transportation back to the on-home resort. Nope.
After standing around awhile, this bus arrived and we were directed to board it. And that’s just what we did. We thought they were driving us to the base gate so we called the Hare’s and told them to send the bus for us there.
But the bus stopped short of the gate, although we could see it from where we were. Which was the base security headquarters building. Now we were told they just needed to get us to all write down our names before we were released. Okay, sure no problem.
I guess 24 Hashers were quite the spectacle. The enlisted guys were all pretty friendly though and even posed with us for a photo op.
After we had filled out our names we were told to wait until the officer on duty came to formally release us. In due course, a couple of officers came by and asked some questions. They had no clue what a Hash is or what we were all about. More importantly, the officer in charge appeared totally indecisive as to what to do with us. We did note that our trespassing had been inadvertent and unintentional. Our mistake was facilitated by a lack of any fences or warning signs that we were in a restricted area. That didn’t seem to make a bit of difference to the officer. Apparently “we should have known better”. Our assurances that it would never happen again didn’t sway him either. So we all stood around while he dithered and dathered and consulted with his staff. The sun went down and there we were standing in the gloom. We could see our bus in the distance, so near and yet so far.
Some of the guys were getting pissed. I was hungry and aggravated, but I also knew that being rude towards our captors was not going to improve our situation at all. Finally, the officer made some kind of decision, then got in a car and left. One of his underlings advised us that we would have to be photographed before we could leave. So, we all stood and posed individually for said photo, and wrote our name once again on a sheet of paper. Now can we go?
Um, no. Not yet. It seems they wanted us to be checked medically so as to preclude any future claims that we had been abused or mistreated. Okay, now I knew this was all bullshit. They were intentionally holding us without recourse for as long as possible. To what end I do not know.
Finally, after we had been held up for nearly two hours they advised we could sign a waiver in lieu of the medical exam. The thought crossed my mind that once we signed they could beat us with impunity. Oh well, I signed anyway. And for some reason, I remembered a Cheech and Chong skit from way back in my stoner days called “sign ze papers”. I hadn’t thought of that in 40 years! Good stuff though. I’m going to embed it at the end of this post. Although it was probably funnier when you’re high.
Anyway, after we had all signed we asked if we could leave. Not yet, someone needed to make an announcement before we left. They did let us call the bus to come to where we were and pick us up, so that was a good sign. Finally, an obese woman in a Navy uniform came out and formally released us, but first, we would all have to be individually called by name and have our nationality added to the previous papers we had signed. And so it was done and we finally departed the custody of the Philippine Navy.
Here’s the trail. I’m not sure if you can see it, but the map indicates where we were captured. So close to the beach. Not sure why they just wouldn’t let us proceed.Finally got to Mopes. Well, in a roundabout way. The bus couldn’t actually drive all the way to Mopes because the road was too narrow. That meant catching a ride or walking another kilometer. I caught a ride. And oh yeah, as hungry as I was, the food at Mopes still sucked. The beer was cold though.And we did an abbreviated Hash circle as well. I got gigged for littering on trail (my phone) and was also recognized for completing my 75th SBH3 Hash. It is one I will definitely not forget!
The bus ride home was fueled with more beer drinking and the singing of Hash songs. One of the more popular songs is “Jesus Can’t Go Hashing”. Here’s a sample:
Melody: The Battle Hymn of the Republic Lyrics: Jesus can’t go hashing ‘cuz his feet are tied together Jesus can’t go hashing ‘cuz his feet are tied together Jesus can’t go hashing ‘cuz his feet are tied together Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves Chorus: More beer for all the Hashers More beer for all the Hashers More beer for all the Hashers Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves
Jesus can’t go Hashing ‘cos his Dad knows all the trails Jesus can’t go Hashing ‘cos his Dad knows all the trails Jesus can’t go Hashing ‘cos his Dad knows all the trails Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves (chorus) Jesus can’t go hashing cuz he turns the beer to wine Jesus can’t go hashing cuz he turns the beer to wine Jesus can’t go hashing cuz he turns the beer to wine Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves (chorus)
Anyway, you get the idea. What we do is make up new verses as we go along. And last night this was my contribution:
Jesus can’t go hashing cause he’s in Navy custody
Jesus can’t go hashing cause he’s in Navy custody
Jesus can’t go hashing cause he’s in Navy custody
Jesus saves, Jesus saves, Jesus saves
And so ended a cluster fuck of fiascos leading to a day of boondoggles. But I survived.
I had a pleasant stroll down the beach this morning then popped into Arizona Resort for some breakfast. I was pleased to see my favorite waitress (and Facebook friend) Grace would be my server.
Now, normally I’m an order off the menu kind of guy. But then I noticed they had this build your own breakfast deal going–pick 5 items for P240 ($4.80) so I called Grace over. “Let me have the eggs, bacon, sausage, and…” She stopped me and said, “That’s already 6”. I was incredulous, and told her, no, that’s 3. She said “2 eggs, 3 bacon, and a sausage is 6.” Although we like to tease she was dead serious. So, I looked at the menu again and asked about a waffle. She said the waffle only comes with the build your own breakfast. I took a deep breath, relaxed, and accepted the Filipino way. Then I told her “Okay, give me one egg, one strip of bacon, one sausage, one piece of toast, and one waffle.” She smiled and said yes, po (sir).
Now, I’ll concede that maybe the flyer for the build your own breakfast was a little ambiguous, but it seems to me there is only one reasonable way to read the intent. You get to pick 5 items. What do you think?
After eating my piecemeal (literally) breakfast, I pointed out to Grace that the flyer shows 2 eggs, 2 pancakes, and at least 3 strips of bacon–that’s 7 items by her way of counting. She just shrugged and gave me an “I just work here” kinda look.
Anyway, no big deal. I got my waffle and the rest was more than enough to satisfy my hunger.
I had better luck with the Sunday dinner from Foodies. They offer both roast beef and roast pork. I obviously opted for the pork. Had it served to me while I sat at the bar in Cheap Charlies chatting up my two favorite bargirls, Rose and Maya. Life is good!
Let me hit you with a newsworthy pun:
Yeah, that was painful. Sorry!
Well, we are all God’s children so this should really come as no surprise:
It’s a miracle!
Truthfully, I never vomit from beer. Get me a few shots of whiskey and I’m liable to be all over the place.
Time to head out for our special Hash at San Narcisco. It’s a beautiful area. I’ll try and get some decent photos to share here tomorrow.
It seems I’m in a bit of a funk lately. Feeling unmotivated, either because I’m tired or lazy. Or maybe both. Heh, reminds me of the boss saying “John, are you ignorant or just apathetic?” My response: I don’t know and I don’t care! Yeah, that’s as good as it’s gonna get around here today.
Anyway, I’m blowing off my afternoon walk. I’ll make up for it tomorrow. We are doing an “outstation” Hash in San Narcisco, about an hour from here on the South China Sea. Looking forward to the change of scenery.
Took a second place in last night’s darts tournament. Pretty surprising in that I wasn’t throwing particularly well and my partner seemed to be math-challenged. Here’s an example: in the finals, he had a 38 out and one dart left. The ONLY shot in that situation is the double 19. For some reason known only to him, he threw a 13. Non-sensical. Our opponents took full advantage and eliminated us on their next throw. I was glad to be done with it.
Well, here’s something newsworthy–I’m going to criticize someone else’s writing. And that’s a pretty big deal considering all the mistakes I make. Anyway, Sarah Hoyt is a pretty well-known sci-fi writer having published numerous books. I’ve never read any of them though. She’s also a regular contributor over at Instapundit. And she also has her own blog. This morning I followed a link there for the first time.
One of the things that’s puzzling hell out of me is how the democrats are acting this election.
I always assume they have better on the found intelligence than the republicans, because they know not just who is voting for whom, but also all the dead who’ll be voting, how many illegals they can commander, and precisely how many votes they can “harvest.”
Between the “human wave” of illegals, which they credit with flipping Virginia (no, seriously. The left is saying this. Which makes you wonder if they’re even AWARE of the difference between residence and citizenship. They seem to be convinced if you cross the border, you can vote. Perhaps that’s why they think our opposition to this stuff is “racist” since they’ve lost the concept of citizenship.) and the fact felons now vote in FL (which means we’ll never win it again. Not until after the troubles.) and btw the same for another state, though I can’t remember which right now, I’d think they’d be sure of victory.
But they’re not acting like they’re sure of victory. Unless they’re very, very stupid — which, I grant you, is possible.
Sorry, Kevin Kim. That must have made your head explode. Please, please tell me that even on my worst day I’m not that bad! Anyway, I couldn’t read past the quoted portion above. It was just too painful. And that’s from a “professional” writer. Maybe she was drunk.
I’ll leave you with a couple of memes I saw on Facebook that made me smile:
At least she’s good at something!It’ll fit.
And there’s this. A song by Tom Waits came up on my Spotify playlist during my morning walk. I’d never heard it before and for some reason, it really resonated with me. There might be a blog post about that, but I’m not ready to write it.
Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you ‘Cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, Before the evening’s gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.
Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you don’t understand, Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we’ve never met, And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late, You’d like some some company, Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me, The guy you’re with has up and split, the chair next to you’s free, And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me.
Now it’s closing time, the music’s fading out Last call for drinks, I’ll have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you, you’re nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, guess I’ll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you.
Nothin’ much happening and nothin’ much to say. Not that that has ever stopped me from sayin’ it anyway.
A successful night of darts at Alley Cats yesterday. I drew Allen as my partner so at least on paper we were the team to beat. No one did, but a couple of close matches. As is my custom we offered our opponents in the finals to pool and split first and second place money. They agreed, and we put away our darts and focused on the important stuff. Like drinking beer.Yes, I’ve been turning beer into urine at an amazing rate!Ain’t she sweet? Didn’t even know we were Facebook friends…
And that really is all I’ve got for y’all today.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose, And nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free, Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, And buddy, that was good enough for me, Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
UPDATE: Well, geez. I was talking about what a nothing my life was back in June 2017 too. Honestly, looking at the pics from back then (I was in Pyeongtaek) makes me realize that about the only thing that’s changed is my venue. That’s a tad depressing truth be told.
More or less. Today’s big adventure was overseeing the installation of some CCTV cameras and a motion detector here at Casa Rosenda. Turns out there’s an American here in the neighborhood he is selling home security devices as a sideline. Interesting guy too, enjoyed meeting him.
The view from the kitchen looking into the dining and office area of my humble abode. You might be able to see my new laptop there on the same desk where my old used to be. I intend to keep a better eye on things this time round. And the living room. To the left is the sliding glass door where the intruder forced entry into my house. To the right is my front door. I honestly don’t see anyone getting in the same way the thief did again. Without breaking glass anyway. I have the motion detector in this area as well.
The equipment and installation ran me P8200 ($165.), not a bad price for a little peace of mind. I admit I’m still a little skittish, made two trips downstairs for a look around last night. At least now I can just check my phone to see what’s happening.
I kinda hate that I’ve limited my political discussions almost entirely to memes these days, but really what’s the point? Minds aren’t likely to be changed but I remain confident the American people are not as stupid as the deep state powers that be think we are.
Not likely.
Oh well. I’m glad I’m in the Philippines. At least for now.
Don’t think sorry’s easily said Don’t try turning tables instead You’ve taken lots of chances before But I ain’t gonna give any more Don’t ask me That’s how it goes ‘Cause part of me knows what you’re thinking…
Don’t say words you’re gonna regret Don’t let the fire rush to your head I’ve heard the accusation before And I ain’t gonna take any more Believe me The sun in your eyes Made some of the lies worth believing
I am the eye in the sky Looking at you I can read your mind I am the maker of rules Dealing with fools I can cheat you blind And I don’t need to see any more To know that I can read your mind, I can read your mind, I can read your mind, I can read your mind
No real significance to the title of this post, just an old song by Traffic that came up on my new Spotify music app (fuck you YouTube!) while out walking this morning. Well, this post is mostly about Wednesday’s hike, so I guess that’s the connection. Let’s get to it!
Just under 8K, but a couple of hard climbs…The first climb commenced with these seemingly endless stairs…The remaining 1/3 of the first climb was on a trail which is preferable in my opinion. Stairs just kick my ass.The view from the top of the first climb…
From there we made our way around to Rizal Extension via the My Bitch trail. But that f’n thatch grass made what should have been an easy hike a real pain in the rear. Burn it down! Burn it all down!
So, we get to Rizal Extension and I had a decision to make. Do a second climb up a higher mountain or make my own way on back home via the familiar paved roads? Well, part of the reason I do Wednesday is to push myself out of my comfort zone, so despite my reservations I made my way on up. Damn it! Either there was no trail or the leader lost it, but before long we were winging it. Steep, overgrown, slippery in places. A freakin’ nightmare! I made it of course, but it kinda pissed me off. There are ways up that mountain that are challenging, but doable without being overly dangerous. Anyway, it was my decision to do it, so no one to blame but me.
This is one of the biggest trees I’ve seen in the area. Sorry I didn’t get a better picture of it. I don’t plan to be back that way again. EVER!The view from the top of the second climb. This picture doesn’t capture the um, gravity of the situation, but that’s the trail-less way we came up…I came. I saw. I conquered.
I took a hard fall on the way back down but luckily there were no “impalers” in the area. And so ended another Wednesday Walkers adventure.
What other excitement do I have to share? Hmm, well I tried this new recipe for slow cooker salsa chicken I found on Instapundit.
I didn’t try to pretty it up for the picture. But damn, it was tender and very tasty! Will definitely be part of my rotation in the future.
I guess this is where I’d normally say something about politics, but I’m going to shit can that today.
You’re welcome!
Things aren’t totally back to normal, but they are getting there. I’m still waking up during the night and coming downstairs to check on things. I’m working with a guy on installing some cameras and maybe some motion sensors. Honestly though, I’ve made it so it is not that easy to break in now but you can’t stop a determined thief with locks alone. I just need to get to where I’m diligent but not paranoid.
Lucky says anyone who breaks in can kiss my balls!
That ought to scare them off!
If I gave you everything that I owned And asked for nothing in return Would you do the same for me as I would for you? Or take me for a ride And strip me of everything, including my pride But spirit is something that no one destroys And the sound that I’m hearing is only the sound The low spark of high-heeled boys (heeled boys)
UPDATE: WTF? I specifically chose today’s title with the thought that I hadn’t ever used that one before. Nope. I had a “Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys” post way back in April of THIS year! Geez, I think I’m losing it.
Things are pretty much back to normal around here, but man what a pain in the ass this recovering from the theft of my electronic devices has been.
I’ve managed to reset the passwords on all the accounts I could think of. Oops, just remembered one more. Be right back.
Alright, that’s done. You know I understand the need for the two-step verification process, but in some cases, I’ve been logging in automatically for so long that I was clueless on the password. That coupled with the fact that I’m attempting to log in from a new device (both computer and phone) apparently raises a bunch of red flags. I was jumping through hoops most of the afternoon yesterday to prove I am who I say I am.
Today I’ve been engaged in the business of installing the apps I frequently use on my phone. Slightly less burdensome, but still no fun for a techno-peasant like me.
What else? Well, once the sanctity of your home has been violated it takes some getting used to the new normal. I think the only way anyone is getting through my locked sliding doors is by breaking the glass. I did a security sweep of the house and determined this area in my downstairs bathroom is probably my biggest weakness.
I can and will begin locking the door from inside the house. I’m also considering have some wire mesh around that opening.
The other thing I’m going to look into getting is some CCTV cameras around the outside of the house, which might offer some deterrent value. You don’t have to have the best security in the neighborhood, you just want to avoid being the easiest target.
Oh, and I’m sleeping with this big-ass bolo (machete) blade. Anyone who does break in will have to deal with this badass mofo.
Anyway, I have now gone over 24 hours without an incident, so my new measures appear to be working.
Given all the bullshit I had to do yesterday and my lack of sleep the night before I just wasn’t up for hiking the hash trail. The beer-drinking part afterward I was down for, however. I had to sit on the ice for being a socialite, but at least I was able to tell an interesting story as my excuse.
Cold beer and a beautiful sunset on Baloy Beach really hit the spot!
And life goes on.
Did you ever read about a frog Who dreamed of bein’ a king And then became one Well except for the names And a few other changes If you talk about me The story’s the same one
But I got an emptiness deep inside And I’ve tried But it won’t let me go And I’m not a man who likes to swear But I never cared For the sound of being alone
“I am”… I said To no one there And no one heard at all Not even the chair “I am”… I cried “I am”… said I And I am lost and I can’t Even say why “I am”… I said “I am”… I cried “I am”… I said
