A pretty nice Hash yesterday. A lot of the trail I did was unfamiliar to me, and that’s always a plus. It was challenging enough without being insanely difficult. Which is not to say I didn’t shortcut; of course I did! I was dead last amongst the early group, and when all the runners from the late group had passed me, I figured I’d best get back On-Home before all the beer was gone. If I have any regrets, they are too few to mention.
The trail as intended, with my deviation in blue.Gathering inside the VFW before the hike.And outside for last-minute instructions from the Hare.And we are On-On!We began on the backstreets of Barretto.A narrow escapeUp the stairs to the squatter’s villageIn the squatter villageA squatter’s view of Easter mountainThen down into Alta VistaOn the wide-open streets of my neighborhood. We actually walked right past my current residence.We exited the ‘hood on a path I’ve seldom traversed.The trail had some ups and downs and a creek crossing but was pleasant for the most part.Thatch grass in full blossom.A view from on highMe and these three were bringing up the rear. Not sure why I was so slow yesterday, that’s just my way I suppose.People live back here in the woods.This wouldn’t be the life for me.I’d never seen a plant like this, but one of my group said it can be used like soap.Selfie timeOur On-Home was at Blue Butterfly this week.Drink it down, down, down, down.
Some after-Hash beers at It Doesn’t Matter. Agnes greeted me with a hug. I was polite. No, I didn’t buy her a drink.
But I had another one when I got back home just for the helluva it. That’s my way.
4 thoughts on “Doing it my way”
New trails can be fun. This seems like a good one.
Agnes is engaged in business, and when she fails to perform her expected duties, then she should naturally lose business. That’s the hard-edged side of transactions. Fail to perform your basic duties, get burned. Capitalism, baby.
Yeah. I was there for a couple of hours last night. She was my waitress. I spent zero pesos on lady drinks during my visit. I think she got the message.
poor Agnes
she’s living rent-free in your head
You’re gonna keep going to her bar and deliberately not buying her a drink. Even better, buy everyone in the bar a drink, staff and patrons except anybody whose name rhymes with ‘badness’ . Then she’ll definitely get the hint, and repent from her ways.
Glad to see you’re still keeping fit, even surviving a hard hiking route. Do you usually walk slower than the rest of the hash group so you leave slightly earlier ,or take a safer easier route that accommodates your needs? You know, it’s not really a competition so better be safe than try to impress the German daredevil.
Hashing is supposed to be enjoyable, and I fear that Gunther’s trails may lead to loss of limb some day.
in other news ,the rainy season floods seem to be over all over South East Asia. Singapore is nice this time of year.
What’s your secret to getting up at 5am and maintaining a sunny disposition all the way past happy hour ?
Teddy, Nah, she’s not living in my head at all; that would imply I give a shit. I was surprised to be disrespected that way, is all, but I’m fine with just knowing who she really is now. I was there for a couple of hours last night, and she was my waitress. I was polite like I would be with any waitress, but I didn’t buy her (or anyone else) a drink. I think she understands the consequences now.
I’m in bed around 9 p.m. every night, so 5:00 a.m. is all the sleep my body wants. Plus, I take an hour’s nap every afternoon. That’s my schedule, and it seems to work.
I’m not sure how the bargirls manage their off-duty time, but I reckon it’s like working a graveyard shift–you just have to adjust your body clock.
The exotic one? I think you are talking about Tanya, the girl from Blue Butterfly. She was there this week, but so far ahead of me on trail that I didn’t get any photos.
New trails can be fun. This seems like a good one.
Agnes is engaged in business, and when she fails to perform her expected duties, then she should naturally lose business. That’s the hard-edged side of transactions. Fail to perform your basic duties, get burned. Capitalism, baby.
Yeah. I was there for a couple of hours last night. She was my waitress. I spent zero pesos on lady drinks during my visit. I think she got the message.
poor Agnes
she’s living rent-free in your head
You’re gonna keep going to her bar and deliberately not buying her a drink. Even better, buy everyone in the bar a drink, staff and patrons except anybody whose name rhymes with ‘badness’ . Then she’ll definitely get the hint, and repent from her ways.
Glad to see you’re still keeping fit, even surviving a hard hiking route. Do you usually walk slower than the rest of the hash group so you leave slightly earlier ,or take a safer easier route that accommodates your needs? You know, it’s not really a competition so better be safe than try to impress the German daredevil.
Hashing is supposed to be enjoyable, and I fear that Gunther’s trails may lead to loss of limb some day.
in other news ,the rainy season floods seem to be over all over South East Asia. Singapore is nice this time of year.
Hey
whatever happened to that exotic woman 👩? she joined a few hikes and got her hash name, and now she’s dropped off. Perhaps she got married and her husband is not a fan of hiking 🤔 or she’s too busy at work.
which reminds me, do bargirls who work all night in the bars not spend all day sleeping? It must be tough to stay up all night drinking at work, and then having to run errands the next day. Does the hangover subside just in time to clean,cook and get the kids ready for school? Maybe I’m doing this whole thing wrong. I need 12 hours of sleep and 3 cups of coffee to function
What’s your secret to getting up at 5am and maintaining a sunny disposition all the way past happy hour ?
Teddy, Nah, she’s not living in my head at all; that would imply I give a shit. I was surprised to be disrespected that way, is all, but I’m fine with just knowing who she really is now. I was there for a couple of hours last night, and she was my waitress. I was polite like I would be with any waitress, but I didn’t buy her (or anyone else) a drink. I think she understands the consequences now.
I’m in bed around 9 p.m. every night, so 5:00 a.m. is all the sleep my body wants. Plus, I take an hour’s nap every afternoon. That’s my schedule, and it seems to work.
I’m not sure how the bargirls manage their off-duty time, but I reckon it’s like working a graveyard shift–you just have to adjust your body clock.
The exotic one? I think you are talking about Tanya, the girl from Blue Butterfly. She was there this week, but so far ahead of me on trail that I didn’t get any photos.