Hashy beach day

Yesterday’s Hash was refreshing in its easiness–a mostly flat 4.5K walk on the streets and beaches of Barretto, Baloy, and Matain. It even featured a refreshing beer stop at Laharny’z on Baloy. On-Home was at the Smokes and Bottles resto-bar, a pleasant venue in Matain.

The joy of an easy trail with no fucking hills to climb is a rare treat, indeed!
Gathering at the VFW for words of wisdom from the Hare before hitting the streets and beaches.
On-On!
A glove without a hand
Hitting the beach
Barretto Beach. Baloy is on the other side of that promontory point in the bay.
Beach walkers
Sandy stepping
Chico and the Man (am I the only one old enough to get that reference?)
Define the opposite of pristine
Leaving the beaches of Barretto behind
And headed for Baloy.
On top of that promontory point I mentioned earlier.
Baloy Long Beach
Looking for the way down
And there it be
The most challenging part of the trail, for sure
But thankfully, it didn’t last long.
Come on down, the water’s fine
Strollin’ on the sand again
Who’s that handsome fella?
Here comes some Hash Gash
Beer stop
A group shot before continuing with the hike.
We’ve still got a river to cross. (seeing that guy doing a backflip in mid-air is pretty funny)
That river I mentioned
And crossing said river. Actually, it’s the Matain River, not the said river.
One of the Hares, Buddy Fucker, with powder in hand
Heading for the On-Home venue
And here we are
Early arrivals
Party girls
I guess that’s why his Hash name is “I Suck Dick”
It was Fuck Buddy’s birthday, and the Filipinas were drinking the hard stuff.
And as is the custom, we wished her a Hashy Birthday by making her a cake.

After the Hash, I enjoyed some additional adult beverages at Snackbar, then took a trike back home. Had some chat with my sweetie Swan (who has zero interest in Hashing) and then hit the hay. The power went out around 4 a.m., and I woke up a sweaty mess. But the day has gone better since.

More on today, tomorrow.

4 thoughts on “Hashy beach day

  1. Laharny’z

    In French, le harnais means “harness.” Is that name related to the French word?

    I do get the “Chico and the Man” reference. Vague memories from childhood.

    With that cloud cover, I hope your walk wasn’t as hot as usual.

    Nice pics of the beaches. Even the filthy areas acquire a certain charm when they get folded into a narrative.

  2. I’m not sure about Laharny’z, but I think it is a play on the owner’s name.

    It’s weird, but I wound up looking up Freddie Prinz (the star of Chico and the Man) on Wiki. I remembered that he was a suicide, but I didn’t know that his son, Freddie Jr. became a bigger star than his daddy ever was. Somehow in my Hollywood ignorance, I’d missed that.

    The clouds and a few rain drops made it feel *almost* cool on the walk.

  3. Better to find a glove without a hand than a hand without a glove.

    Chico And The Man was watched religiously in my younger days. Along with other classics like All In The Family, The Jeffersons, Police Woman(had a crush on Angie Dickinson), Good Times(Dyn-O-Mite), One Day At A Time(had a crush on Valerie Bertinelli) and many others. Have 200 TV stations today and can’t find anything to watch but back in the 70’s had 4 stations and was glued to the TV.

    Looking at those beach pics I see that many of the homes are almost in the water. If a tsunami hits, those folks are goners. Does a tsunami ever cross your mind? You are in good shape if one ever hits since you are up in them hills.

    Them Filipinas don’t play around. Emperador and Jose Cuervo. Ouch!

    I never want my nickname to be “I suck Dick”. Not that there’s anything wrong with that but “I Eat Pussy” is more like it.

    Take Care McCrarey, Peace Out!

  4. A true connoisseur of 70s television…well done, Soju!

    No, I rarely think of a tsunami hitting town. I’m assuming the natural bay barriers would hinder a big impact, although there are signs around town directing folks to tsunami evacuation areas. But hey, if COVID didn’t kill me, nothing will, right?

    Yep, those brown skinned beauties can put away the hard stuff. Double entendre intended!

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