Run #1367 of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers is in the books. And for the first time in weeks and weeks, the rain was not a factor. In fact, after three straight days of sunshine, the trail was almost dry. It was a pleasant day to hike, even if I was drenched in sweat.
There were two options: a short 3.5K trail, or the long 6.5K. I went with the long version.As usual, signups were at Johansson’s. 35 Hashers in attendance yesterday.I had a couple more questions for the Hare, Anal Retentive, before heading out.And we are “on-on!”Then on up. The first third of the trail took us up the mountain nearest my subdivision. I’d been up there on my own recently.Hazy skies, but dry. I’ll take it…Looking down on Barretto and the bay…And the view from the other side of the mountain.We were in tall cotton…er, grass, or whatever that shit is called. Always nice to have some “Gash” (female Hashers are also known as “Harriettes”) on trail. As usual, I was near the back of the pack with these two and my friend Tinkerbell. When we reached the junction where the short trail turned off, they decided to stay with me for the long version. I was duly impressed.
Now, once we came down that first mountain I was on very familiar turf–yep, it was My Bitch. So I was pretty confident I knew where we were heading–Rizal Extension. My only concern was the last time I’d hiked that way the tall grass made it almost impassable. But then, just before we got to that section, the Hare took us in a direction I’d never seen before. Now, I do enjoy exploring a new path, but damn, this one was pretty f’n steep. And that wasn’t the worst of it…
…this was. A double-stranded barbed/razor wire fence. Too high to step over, and low enough to make it difficult to crawl under. Especially for an old fucker like me. Worse yet, there were three of them we had to get under. Pain n the ass (luckily, not literally). Safe to say, I will NOT be walking this path again.We were rewarded with a nice view of the valley from our mountain top vantage point.
And I had to chuckle once we came back down–we intersected with My Bitch again and did in fact, wind up on Rizal Extension. Ah well, it was an easy paved walk from there to our “on-home” at the Hot Zone.
Paused for a photo with my Hash buddy Tinkerbell along the way. She’s heading back home to Belgium next week, so who knows when we shall meet again.We can’t do the traditional Hash circle in the somewhat cramped confines of Hot Zone. So we just make do the best that we are able.And the obligatory photo of “gash on ice” for you, my faithful reader(s).All the Hashers in attendance were given this handy pocket-sized songbook to facilitate the enhanced performance of our Hash circle songs.
We are I believe one of the more perverted Hash kennels around. Definitely not family-friendly. Here’s but one example:
(to the tune of “if you’re happy and you know it”)
If you girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, it’s her asshole not her clit
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over.
Well, you get the idea. It’s silly in a fraternal kind of way I suppose. There’s a couple of songs I actually kind of like, if for no other reason than that they are decidedly non-PC. It’s all in good fun.
2 thoughts on “Here comes the sun”
So that’s what Chuck Berry was singing about with “Roll Over, Beethoven.” Oh, dear.
Looks to have been a great Hash… with plenty of gash. I’m sure you’re glad the weather wasn’t rainy.
Has anyone attempted to identify that grass? I keep thinking it’s elephant grass, which is found in Africa and parts of SE Asia. This PDF talks about grasses in the PI.
And it also explains Tchaikovsky’s notorious bad breath!
So that’s what Chuck Berry was singing about with “Roll Over, Beethoven.” Oh, dear.
Looks to have been a great Hash… with plenty of gash. I’m sure you’re glad the weather wasn’t rainy.
Has anyone attempted to identify that grass? I keep thinking it’s elephant grass, which is found in Africa and parts of SE Asia. This PDF talks about grasses in the PI.
And it also explains Tchaikovsky’s notorious bad breath!
I finally asked a Filipino what the hell that tall grass is called. It’s named Talahib. You can read all about here:
http://www.stuartxchange.org/Talahib.html
Henceforth, I will call it fodder cane. Or perhaps thatch grass.