It’s good to be home again, be it ever so humble. I used to take all-day-long cross-country drives when I lived in the USA. Nowadays, four hours feels almost like a marathon. Two-thirds of the trip is on the expressway, free from the clutter of trikes, jeepneys, and scooters. The scenery is pleasant as well. So, it was a good trip all in all. I owe you those Hash photos, and I’ve got a lot of them, but they deserve a post of their own. I’ll try to have them up later this morning. UPDATE: I put the Hash photos up at the end of this post.
Once I had the bags unpacked, it was nearing beer o’clock, but I knew I was already at The Rite Spot, so I stayed there. I baked a carrot cake, then headed up to the roof to enjoy the views.
What I saw when I arrivedBurn, baby, burn! No idea what or why, but it is what the local folks do here.And so it goes
And then it was time to eat. We’d skipped lunch, so Swan and I were both hungrier than usual. We enjoyed The Rite Spot special and had the helpers up to enjoy the meal with us.
The feast: spaghetti with meatball sauce, chicken wings, garlic toast, and a carrot cake for dessert.The way I roll
After dinner, I watched some YouTube, then called it a night. Not much excitement in my day, but that didn’t diminish the warm, fuzzy feeling that being home brings.
I knew I’d be home too late to do the Hideaway feeding, so I wired the money to Joy and let her take care of business.
Charity: 2500 pesos
Tips: 100 pesos
Gasoline: 1000 pesos
Total for October 27: 3600 pesos
Six years ago, I traveled “home” to South Carolina. I haven’t been back since.
But I didn’t miss the opportunity to feed my white supremacy at Cracker Barrel
So, this is one of those videos I watched last night:
So, that screenshot is clickbait, and I fell for it. There is NOTHING in this video that would warrant deletion, and the Filipinas shown above are nowhere to be seen in the video. That said, the “ten secrets” were interesting enough, although there was nothing shocking about them, and they aren’t really secrets. I was not happy about being misled, but otherwise, I found it a worthwhile watch. YMMV.
Today’s dose of humor:
Tell me about itWhat a bunch of bull!If not, there ought to be!
So, it is Hash Monday, Subic-style. Leech My Nuggets is the Hare, and I’ve been advised there is a climb up to Kalaklan Ridge in my near future. Oh well, what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. Speaking of which, I changed my mind–I won’t do a separate post with the La Union Hash photos. Instead, I’m going to post them right here and now. I’ll tell the story of the day in the captions. Let’s go!
Upon registration, I was presented with a new Hash shirt and a bottle opener necklace83 Hashers in attendance for the 41st Anniversary Run. Four Jeepneys to carry to the start of the trail. I asked one of the Hares about trail options, and he said the trail was a little over 8K, but there was an option to ride a Jeepney to the endpoint at around 5K. Works for me!Loading up!Jeepney rides aren’t that comfortable under the best of circumstances. Little did I know that our ride to the trailhead would take us fifty minutes. And, of course, another ride back at the end. Oh well, it’s all part of the adventure!Arriving at the start after a LONG rideAnd we are ON-ON at last!Through the fields we goThree of the four Subic Hashers in attendanceWe got this!Walking up a creekside trail that was often quite muddy and slickAll credit to the Hares for a very well-marked trailThis is the first of several water crossings. Oh well, there is freedom from trying to jump stone-to-stone when your feet are already wet. The long version of the trail (that I avoided) included a river crossing through waist-deep water.The carabao didn’t mind the waterIt don’t matter to me. I’m blessed that wet shoes don’t cause my feet to blister.On up we go. The climb was long, muddy in places, but not very steep. My heart rate maxed at 125, and that wasn’t for long.Falling further and further behind is just my style.This guy was also at the back of the pack. Here was having a very hard time keeping on his feet when it got a bit slick. I was actually a little worried for him.Rockin’ it!These aren’t anything like the famous Banaue rice terraces a commenter recommended I see, but they were the best I’ve witnessed. Come on up!I don’t know and I don’t care!It must be hard to be farming up here. I assume they use carabao-pulled carts to carry the crops back down.I took a liking to those twin treesThe way we wereResting in the shadeCums Alone waiting so we can Cum TogetherA view from the topAnd now for the downward trekThe way aheadWalk this way!That guy couldn’t keep his feet on the downhill either. One thing La Union does that I hadn’t seen before is having “sweepers” on the trail. They had Hashers spaced at various sections of the trail, and they waited for the stragglers. The guy above was the last one off the mountain, but the La Union Grandmaster was at his side to ensure he arrived safely. Respect!The first opportunity to deliver some cookies. No kids around, but old folks need love too!Back on flat, paved groundThe end of our 5K+ journey.Waiting to be picked up by the Jeepney to be transported to the end of the line. And yes, we didn’t leave without the slow guy. Honestly, I admire the fact that he was out there humping it as best he could. I wouldn’t have the balls to do that if I were as unsteady on my feet as he was.The end-of-the-trail gathering. Once all the long trail folks finished, we reboarded the Jeepneys for the long ride back to Bauang.My walk tracker stopped working for some reason early in the hike. The La Union Hash Facebook page had this map of where we were. Which was pretty much the middle of nowhere.Very beautiful, though.Back in Bauang for the Hash circleI do tend to stand out in a crowd, don’t I?La Union doesn’t do the “it’s nice on ice” thing. Instead they have a bucket brigade.I managed to avoid getting doused. I’ll take my water frozen, thank you very much!Some after circle beersA good way to measure if I’ve had too much to drink is my tree climbing ability. Yep, it was time for bed!
And that was how the La Union Hash adventure went down. Hope you enjoyed the photos! I’ll be back with a report on today’s Subic Hash, assuming I live to tell about it. See you here tomorrow (I hope!).
4 thoughts on “He’s back!”
That Jeepney ride looks very uncomfrotable, John, and reminds me of an abscess I once had. I do not recommend abscesses. I got one in 2014. Roof of my mouth. Fucker swelled up to like half the size of a ping pong ball. Had difficulty eating because food would push into it and it would hurt. I could always feel it on my tongue.
Finally got sick of the fucking thing so one night I sterilized my pocket knife by holding it on an open flame, doused it with rubbing alcohol, and lanced the fucker. Like Satan’s piñata it burst and jizzed pus all over my tongue/mouth. Absolutely foul taste (and smell). Had to gargle with precious vodka just to swill it out.
re: clickbaity video
Roving eye still looking for young, firm titties, eh? Christ, you’re almost 70! You’re going to die with a huge boner jutting up to the sky like some perverse flagpole, aren’t you? Maybe some young chickadee will give your corpse a ritual fuck before you get buried… one last bit of joyful necrophilia before the dirt nap.
Yeah, that titties problem is only getting worse with AI in the mix. Assume all tittified thumbnail images are AI-generated clickbait. This Corridor Crew video goes into AI scams and how to detect them. Expect everything to be misleading from here on in, and understand that the notion of false advertising has been around since long before AI. Caution, or what we nerds in religious-studies grad school called “the hermeneutic of suspicion,” is the first and last order of the day. That said, despite my caution, I get suckered, too.
Spaghetti looks good. I’d eat that even with all the minced onions.
Upon registration, I was presented with a new Hash shirt and a bottle opener necklace
I love the Hash name “Dickincider.” That’s how you do a pun! The shirt’s imagery is great, too. Good design.
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I get the feeling that a lot of women see the Hash as a chance to wear tight clothing—both the women who look good that way and the women who don’t (but don’t know it or don’t care). That’s what ultimately cooled me off to topless beaches in Nice, France: everyone goes topless, not just the young, sexy ladies. Lots of ankle-boobage Ă la plage. And of course, European men all wear those fucking Speedos.
I’m blessed that wet shoes don’t cause my feet to blister.
Walk 10K more like that and get back to me.
These aren’t anything like the famous Banaue rice terraces a commenter recommended I see, but they were the best I’ve witnessed.
Looks gorgeous. And about ready to harvest.
One thing La Union does that I hadn’t seen before is having “sweepers” on the trail.
Will your kennel be incorporating this idea? Sounds good.
I wouldn’t have the balls to do that if I were as unsteady on my feet as he was.
We have people like that on the paths here in Korea—old polio holdovers, the very old, people who are crippled for this or that reason… I silently applaud them all for getting out there.
I do tend to stand out in a crowd, don’t I?
It’s that loud-and-proud beer gut. The orange shirt helps, Garfield.
I managed to avoid getting doused. I’ll take my water frozen, thank you very much!
I’m sure we can arrange to have buckets of ice chunks thrown at you.
Looks to have been a great time. Walk on!
Kev, it wasn’t really the titties that caught my eye (I see that every day in real life), but the headline saying the video would likely be deleted that sucked me in. And, of course, it was total bullshit–nothing controversial (and no titties, either). Yep, the future will be full of lies and fakery, I fear.
I’ve never been to a nude or topless beach, but I’ve always imagined there would be a lot you wouldn’t want to see. Although I guess you aren’t supposed to look, right?
I doubt we will use sweepers in Subic. A big difference is that we were out in the middle of nowhere in La Union. If you get lost in Subic, it’s not hard to return to civilization and catch a trike or Jeepney to your destination.
Yeah, I have much respect for those who keep on trying against all odds.
I’m working on a plan for the beer guy. Stay tuned!
Thompson, Jeepneys can be uncomfortable, but nothing like what you described going on in your mouth. I have had some dental issues over the years and I have a very low tolerance for pain. I would have had to be numbed up on Novocain and had a pro do the lancing for an abscess like that. Hope you didn’t swallow too much of the puss and goo!
There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.
Hunter S. Thompson
That Jeepney ride looks very uncomfrotable, John, and reminds me of an abscess I once had. I do not recommend abscesses. I got one in 2014. Roof of my mouth. Fucker swelled up to like half the size of a ping pong ball. Had difficulty eating because food would push into it and it would hurt. I could always feel it on my tongue.
Finally got sick of the fucking thing so one night I sterilized my pocket knife by holding it on an open flame, doused it with rubbing alcohol, and lanced the fucker. Like Satan’s piñata it burst and jizzed pus all over my tongue/mouth. Absolutely foul taste (and smell). Had to gargle with precious vodka just to swill it out.
re: clickbaity video
Roving eye still looking for young, firm titties, eh? Christ, you’re almost 70! You’re going to die with a huge boner jutting up to the sky like some perverse flagpole, aren’t you? Maybe some young chickadee will give your corpse a ritual fuck before you get buried… one last bit of joyful necrophilia before the dirt nap.
Yeah, that titties problem is only getting worse with AI in the mix. Assume all tittified thumbnail images are AI-generated clickbait. This Corridor Crew video goes into AI scams and how to detect them. Expect everything to be misleading from here on in, and understand that the notion of false advertising has been around since long before AI. Caution, or what we nerds in religious-studies grad school called “the hermeneutic of suspicion,” is the first and last order of the day. That said, despite my caution, I get suckered, too.
Spaghetti looks good. I’d eat that even with all the minced onions.
Upon registration, I was presented with a new Hash shirt and a bottle opener necklace
I love the Hash name “Dickincider.” That’s how you do a pun! The shirt’s imagery is great, too. Good design.
Loading up!
I get the feeling that a lot of women see the Hash as a chance to wear tight clothing—both the women who look good that way and the women who don’t (but don’t know it or don’t care). That’s what ultimately cooled me off to topless beaches in Nice, France: everyone goes topless, not just the young, sexy ladies. Lots of ankle-boobage Ă la plage. And of course, European men all wear those fucking Speedos.
I’m blessed that wet shoes don’t cause my feet to blister.
Walk 10K more like that and get back to me.
These aren’t anything like the famous Banaue rice terraces a commenter recommended I see, but they were the best I’ve witnessed.
Looks gorgeous. And about ready to harvest.
One thing La Union does that I hadn’t seen before is having “sweepers” on the trail.
Will your kennel be incorporating this idea? Sounds good.
I wouldn’t have the balls to do that if I were as unsteady on my feet as he was.
We have people like that on the paths here in Korea—old polio holdovers, the very old, people who are crippled for this or that reason… I silently applaud them all for getting out there.
I do tend to stand out in a crowd, don’t I?
It’s that loud-and-proud beer gut. The orange shirt helps, Garfield.
I managed to avoid getting doused. I’ll take my water frozen, thank you very much!
I’m sure we can arrange to have buckets of ice chunks thrown at you.
Looks to have been a great time. Walk on!
Kev, it wasn’t really the titties that caught my eye (I see that every day in real life), but the headline saying the video would likely be deleted that sucked me in. And, of course, it was total bullshit–nothing controversial (and no titties, either). Yep, the future will be full of lies and fakery, I fear.
I’ve never been to a nude or topless beach, but I’ve always imagined there would be a lot you wouldn’t want to see. Although I guess you aren’t supposed to look, right?
I doubt we will use sweepers in Subic. A big difference is that we were out in the middle of nowhere in La Union. If you get lost in Subic, it’s not hard to return to civilization and catch a trike or Jeepney to your destination.
Yeah, I have much respect for those who keep on trying against all odds.
I’m working on a plan for the beer guy. Stay tuned!
Thompson, Jeepneys can be uncomfortable, but nothing like what you described going on in your mouth. I have had some dental issues over the years and I have a very low tolerance for pain. I would have had to be numbed up on Novocain and had a pro do the lancing for an abscess like that. Hope you didn’t swallow too much of the puss and goo!
There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.
Hunter S. Thompson