A wet and mild trail yesterday but that was appropriate for the rainy weather we endured. A simple hike I’d done many times, starting in Alta Vista, through Marian Hills, a moderate climb to the ridgeline, and then an easy trek on My Bitch to our On-Home at Derelick’s place on Rizal Extension.

Which is not to say there wasn’t any excitement. As is my habit I was sitting on the screened porch with Derelick and a few other Hashers. Derelick called out to his helper to go close the front gate. Me, being the smartass that I am, picked up my phone, pretended to dial, and then said in a low voice “they are closing the gate now, but everyone is here. Proceed as planned”. And wouldn’t you know it, right after I put my phone down several uniformed police came in through the gate. Well, damn.

None of the cops came back to the porch area but instead interacted with the group of Hashers hanging out in the carport. I donned my facemask and stepped outside to get a better view of what was going on. My ex approached me and said she was leaving and I should leave too. I asked why and she told me they are talking about taking everyone to the police station for violating quarantine rules (gatherings of 10 or more are prohibited. We had around 30 in attendance). Well, I had not so fond memories of the time our Hash group had been detained by the Philippine Navy, so the idea of making a getaway sounded like a good one to me. As I walked past the police officers I heard one of them telling the group of foreigners that rules are rules and we are obligated to follow them. None of the cops paid me any attention as I moved towards the gate and slipped out. I was about ten minutes into my walk when the police van drove past me and I noticed there were no Hashers confined in the back. So, I decided to turn around and walk back to Derelick’s (all uphill) to see what happened.

The story as I understood it was that someone had called the cops to complain about a loud and large party taking place. Since this was the first day of the new more restrictive rules on gatherings I guess the police were looking to make an example out of someone. In the end, they didn’t, letting us off with a warning. The cops said if they were called again we’d all be detained and fined. Derelick explained that his housekeeper has been feuding with the neighbors and them dropping a dime on us was just retaliation. He didn’t think it was really a big deal.

Well, it did put a damper on things, that’s for sure. Buddy Fucker, our Grandmaster, canceled the ice delivery and declared there would be no circle. He later relented and conducted a modified circle for those who were scheduled for recognition. The Grandmaster also announced that the Hash would take a two-week hiatus to allow things to calm down a bit. I guess he later relented because I saw a post that we are doing a Hash next Monday, but the On-Home is being moved to Fuck a Duck’s house here in Alta Vista. That obviously works for me. It’s a great house (one of the nicest I’ve ever seen anywhere) and it is an easy stumble home for me afterward. So, it looks like it’s all good.

It was a short trail yesterday and it was raining so I didn’t take the phone out much for photos. Here are a few that I did manage to acquire:

And there you have my weekly Hash report, chock full of the kind of excitement I just don’t need! Seriously, as a foreigner, I can certainly imagine the powers that be making an example of a flagrant violator of their oh so precious rules. That could involve a blacklisting from immigration forcing me to leave my adopted home.