Well, in normal Hash parlance, HHH stands for Hash House Harriers. But yesterday was Hashing Hard and Hot. Yes, it is the Philippines, and a tropical climate is expected. But even folks who have lived here for decades are complaining about the recent heat wave we’ve been experiencing. Hurry up and get here rainy season!
The Hare for yesterday’s trail, Vienna Sausage, is notorious for the difficulty of his trails. Our “sane” group of Hashers opted to take a different route up to the Kalaklan Ridge than the one the Hare chose. It may have been easier, but it was by no means easy. We did intersect with the actual Hash trail near the end of our climb, but by then, I was totally whacked out. So, four others and I took a shortcut back down to Barretto. It was definitely the right call for me. Even when I was back on flat ground for the walk to the On-Home, each step was tortuous. I had to resist the voice in my head telling me to catch a trike. I don’t mind shortcutting a trail, but by golly, I’m going to arrive at the end on my feet. Or die trying.
And then a sad Facebook memory:
Quora Q&A time:
Q: Joe’s Great Granddad owed my Great Grandad $100. Can I sue Joe for the money?
A: Yes, you are entitled to reparations for the sins of Joe’s great-grandad.
I hope the sarcasm came through.
Humor me this:
So, back to Dr. Jo this afternoon for what she calls “a crucifixion.” I’m getting the last of my stem cell injections that involve multiple painful needle jabs into my back. I also sent her a link to this post on Kevin’s blog and asked for her thoughts. Not sure she’ll have a chance to read it before my appointment, but I’ll share whatever insights she may have.
Even when I was back on flat ground for the walk to the On-Home, each step was tortuous.
I think we’ve been through this before.
tortuous = full of twists and turns (Ltn. tortus, twisting/winding)
torturous = causing or feeling like torture (with a 2nd “r”)
Our journey began with a highway walk
Yeesh, that ditch on the left. We have those in Korea, and when you’re tired and trapped between that ditch and the traffic, it ain’t that comfortable.
When the steps ended, the climb got more challenging.
Yikes, and this is the UNchallenging route?
Looks to have been a good walk. Best of luck with the doc.
Re: potential children you don’t know about. Interesting story about one of the founders of DHL, the package delivery company. I think it was the D of the three guys. Anyways I guess he was fairly promiscuous throughout SE Asia, and when he died, some very poor lady and her kid in the Philippines(?)came into a lot of money!
Brian, talk about a happy ending! I wonder how they proved it? I get that after a one-night stand, the guy never knows he fathered a child. But I’ve seen many cases where an acknowledged father abandons his kids and returns to the homeland. One woman I help out has two kids from an American father (they were married, and he left her). He was sending some support, at least, but then he died. If he had bothered to get his kids certified as US citizens, they’d be getting social security until age eighteen. Citizenship would have provided them the chance for a better life. I don’t understand the selfishness of some people.
Kev, yes, it was another lesson that somehow escaped my feeble brain. On the other hand, a close inspection of my hike route shows some unnecessary twists and turns near the end, so I could argue it was tortuous and torturous. What surprised me was routes I never take back to the highway are much shorter than my usual path. So, I did learn something, at least. Provided I can remember it.
Yes, I can’t walk highway stretches without thinking about making the ditch leap to avoid being squashed.
Well, there is no easy way up Kalaklan, but we had no doubt Vienna Sausage would choose the hardest. We made a less challenging climb, but it was still pretty damn challenging.
Sure enough: a path can be tortuous. But “each step”? Maybe if you wiggle your feet with each step.
“Maybe if you wiggle your feet with each step.”
Doesn’t everyone?
Only if you’re doing the hokey-pokey.