That pretty much sums up yesterday’s Hash trail. Leech My Nuggets was the Hare and he did not disappoint, providing a challenging and well-marked path for his fellow Hashers to follow. In an unusual twist, Leech did the hike with the Hash group despite having done the Hare duties earlier in the day. Well played!
Some photos from the adventure:
The trail as the Hare intended. Our “sane” group did a shortcut around the climb at the end, which lengthed our walk but avoided another grueling up.Heading out from our starting point and On-Home finish, Hunter Jo Inn.On-On! The first part of the trail was a mostly uphill stroll through a neighborhood.Looks like someone lost their bra…maybe we should look for her…Steppin’ down…Then steppin’ up.And up.Tired yet?And then the real fun began. Yeah, it was as steep as it appears.Rockin’ it!For a big guy, 18 Kilo Ass moves out well on trail.There he goes now. That’s his as yet unnamed girlfriend providing the motivation.Summit achieved. That’s an uling (charcoal) making set-up. Lots of folks still cook with fire in these parts.After that, things started going downhill.Slowly for me. What’s Up Doc and Cum In My Basement waiting patiently for me to catch up.7-11 Sucker and Pecker Checker were moving out though. They passed me here despite my 30-minute head start.I’m coming! I’m coming!Henry David Thoreau would be pleased.Pigs in a poke.A Thanksgiving survivor.Conversing with the natives.Cookie recipients. I was very surprised to see the kid on the right wearing a Corona Hash (from Angeles City) shirt. How it came to him out here in the backwoods of Subic is a mystery.A view from on high.As slow as I was going down, I still had to wait at the bottom for a couple of other slowpokes. Yeah, I’m talking about you Pubic Head and ISD.One of these things is not like the others…On the road again…Shit creek.A bridge over troubled waters.Speaking of bridges, this rickety little thing was our last water crossing of the day.Naturally, all eyes were on 18 Kilo Ass as he made the perilous crossing, including the old woman in the background. Impressive how he is using his walking stick to transfer some of his upper body weight to the handrails. It worked, and both he and the bridge survived!The final obstacle between us and some refreshing cold beverages.On-Home at last!The view from Hunter Jo Inn.Leech My Nuggets got the Hashit in recognition of his showing us all up by doing the trail twice and still being the first one back.And the sun went down on another Hash Monday.
I’ll be one of the Hare’s next week.
And so concludes a Hash post as lonely as I feel.
7 thoughts on “Hard up, slow down”
“Cookie recipients. I was very surprised to see the kid on the right wearing a Corona Hash (from Angeles City) shirt. How it came to him out here in the backwoods of Subic is a mystery.”
And then there’s the kid in the middle, grabbing his crotch.
That last hash looked like a tough one. In a way, the Philippines reminds me of the way Korea looked in the 80’s, especially up near the DMZ. Back then there were a lot of dirt roads and very few cars up north. People still lived in houses made of dried mud and sticks, with thatched roofs. When my battalion did the DMZ patrols, Sept to Dec 1987, we road marched from Camp Hovey to Warrior Base and saw maybe 2 or 3 cars a day once we got north of Dongduchon. By the time I went back in the 90’s, those days were long gone. I am trying to get my wife interested in stopping by the Philippines on the way back from Korea the next time we go there.
Kev, haha, I hadn’t noticed the little crotch grabber.
Chip, thanks for the comment and the stroll down memory lane. I wish I could have experienced that version of Korea. By the time I arrived (2005) it was all pretty much modernized. I did enjoy some hiking on the mountains in Seoul and around Pyeongtaek.
There are some beautiful places to see here in the PI. It would definitely be a different experience than Korea for you and your wife. Good luck!
Man, I hope that toilet plunger Leech My Nuggets is drinking from is not actively used at the Hunters Jo Inn. That would be shitty! The cookie kid grabbing his crotch is a future PI Rapper! I find that chick in the black top and brown pants with the caption, “I’m coming, I’m coming” very sexy. I see she makes all of the Hash walks. Hunters Jo Inn is for sale or lease?
How much? Peace Out!
Hey Soju, no it is the Hash plunger so it hasn’t seen too many toilets. I think.
Yeah, that sexy girl works for me as a part-time domestic helper. She lives in my basement maid’s quarters. Her Hash name is Cum In My Basement. Yeah, she has a hot bod by I’m an old HR guy and know better than to boink the hired help.
Not sure what the asking price of Hunter Jo might be, never considered it. Want me to ask?
No need to go through the trouble of asking, John. Just curious as to what a bar purchase would cost in the P.I. I had a chance to buy a little bar in Anjung-Ri back in 86. Guy was asking 10K. Considering how The Hump has become the biggest overseas military installation in the world, I have some regrets. Peace Out!
Well, Hunter Jo is more of a hotel than a bar, and it’s in really bad condition. It’s also located too far from the expat community to be an option for most. I’ve toyed with the idea of a bar in Barretto, but the reality is always bigger than the dream. Don’t need the headaches and hassles associated with ownership.
“Cookie recipients. I was very surprised to see the kid on the right wearing a Corona Hash (from Angeles City) shirt. How it came to him out here in the backwoods of Subic is a mystery.”
And then there’s the kid in the middle, grabbing his crotch.
That last hash looked like a tough one. In a way, the Philippines reminds me of the way Korea looked in the 80’s, especially up near the DMZ. Back then there were a lot of dirt roads and very few cars up north. People still lived in houses made of dried mud and sticks, with thatched roofs. When my battalion did the DMZ patrols, Sept to Dec 1987, we road marched from Camp Hovey to Warrior Base and saw maybe 2 or 3 cars a day once we got north of Dongduchon. By the time I went back in the 90’s, those days were long gone. I am trying to get my wife interested in stopping by the Philippines on the way back from Korea the next time we go there.
Kev, haha, I hadn’t noticed the little crotch grabber.
Chip, thanks for the comment and the stroll down memory lane. I wish I could have experienced that version of Korea. By the time I arrived (2005) it was all pretty much modernized. I did enjoy some hiking on the mountains in Seoul and around Pyeongtaek.
There are some beautiful places to see here in the PI. It would definitely be a different experience than Korea for you and your wife. Good luck!
Man, I hope that toilet plunger Leech My Nuggets is drinking from is not actively used at the Hunters Jo Inn. That would be shitty! The cookie kid grabbing his crotch is a future PI Rapper! I find that chick in the black top and brown pants with the caption, “I’m coming, I’m coming” very sexy. I see she makes all of the Hash walks. Hunters Jo Inn is for sale or lease?
How much? Peace Out!
Hey Soju, no it is the Hash plunger so it hasn’t seen too many toilets. I think.
Yeah, that sexy girl works for me as a part-time domestic helper. She lives in my basement maid’s quarters. Her Hash name is Cum In My Basement. Yeah, she has a hot bod by I’m an old HR guy and know better than to boink the hired help.
Not sure what the asking price of Hunter Jo might be, never considered it. Want me to ask?
No need to go through the trouble of asking, John. Just curious as to what a bar purchase would cost in the P.I. I had a chance to buy a little bar in Anjung-Ri back in 86. Guy was asking 10K. Considering how The Hump has become the biggest overseas military installation in the world, I have some regrets. Peace Out!
Well, Hunter Jo is more of a hotel than a bar, and it’s in really bad condition. It’s also located too far from the expat community to be an option for most. I’ve toyed with the idea of a bar in Barretto, but the reality is always bigger than the dream. Don’t need the headaches and hassles associated with ownership.