Hareless Hash

Well, technically we had Hares, just not the one who was scheduled to be here. Slimey Limey (aka Wild Wolf) is probably one of the best-known Hashers in the PI, if not all of Asia. He was doing a Hash in Angeles on Sunday and then coming here to do our trail yesterday. Apparently, the Bureau of Immigration had other ideas. The Corona Hash circle was raided and Slimey was taken away in handcuffs. I don’t envy him, I heard the lockup where they keep immigration violators is a real hellhole. God only knows how long they will hold him there before actually processing his deportation. And no, I don’t have the details about how he ran afoul of the law. He had talked about losing a court case in a property dispute and that deportation proceedings were taking place a year or so ago, but it seems the resolution was not in his favor. Really a shame because he’s a great guy. I wish him good luck in a future that will not include his beloved Philippines.

When the news reached Barretto, two of our Hashers (Demolition Derby and Blow My Pipe) stepped up and went out Monday morning to lay a trail. Given the circumstances, they did a great job. A lot of the turf has been frequently Hashed, but they did manage to add a couple of twists and turns that were unusual. Well done, gents.

The improvised trail. The white lines are the modifications unilaterally imposed by us sane Hashers (basically eliminating a down and up and taking a less steep path down near the end).
Gathering up at the VFW.
And we are On-On!
The back alleys of Barretto.
Marching through the ‘hood.
Beginning the first climb of the day.
The climb was somewhat tiring…
I’ve hiked this path before so I guess that makes it a retread.
A hole-in-the-wall kind of place.
A respite up top.
Greetings, Hashers!
What goes up must come down.
And so we did.
Look out below!
And we all came down.
Watch your step!
We had a lot of visiting Hashers this week. That sweet young thing in front of me is from Puerto Galera.
We came. We saw. We Hashed.
Marching across this rice paddy was one of the unusual twists on our trail. There’s only a couple of months out the year you can cross here with dry feet.
A moment of solitude.
No rice is nice!
Back On-Home at Da’Kudos
Circle Up!
Gash on ice.
And the sun goes down on another Hash Monday.

I had invited a lady friend to join us at the Hash but she was a no-show. When the Hash ended, I walked up the beach to McCoy’s and got drunk(er) alone. Even sang “Crazy” by Patsy Cline on the videoke machine. Yeah, that’s how bad off I was. I really need to get my shit together and not let these Filipinas continue to disappoint me. Hey, it’s their loss, right?

2 thoughts on “Hareless Hash

  1. Hills, hills, hills. And that’s why 6-8K feels like 18-25K on flat ground. I’ve said it before, but I do not envy you the heat (and, I assume, the humidity—ick). It’s coming to Korea: spring here will be gorgeous and brief, but once summer arrives, it’s gonna be hell.

  2. Yeah, we do have our ups and downs in the Hash!

    This is probably the hottest time of the year, or at least the time with few clouds and rainfall. You can feel the difference when you don’t have shade. That’s one thing about the hills, usually lots of trees. You do get used to the heat though, or at least I don’t seem to notice it so much anymore.

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