All trails lead to Yero’s. At least they did for yesterday’s Hash.
The red line is the path the Hare intended. The orange line is the route the “sane” group chose. Our trail was actually a tad longer than the Hare’s but much, much flatter.The “sane” Hashers gathered at the Alta Vista Community Center. Six of us this time (not shown is Pubic Head since he’s behind the camera for this and many other shots in today’s post.)There’s Pubic HeadWe speculated about how much longer this tree will remain standing. I don’t see it making it through rainy season,especially if there is some wind involved.“Trailers for sale or rent…”Flower powerForward march!Through a village in San IsidroOver the river……and past the hills……to grandmother’s house, we go. Actually, I didn’t see a grandmother, but a flock of hungry kids came out looking for their biscuits.Waiting on the slowpokeThere was one spot where our sane trail intersected with the Hare’s trail, and who should we encounter at that moment? None other than Leech My Nuggets, probably the fastest Hasher in our Kennel.Almoranus and a virgin Hasher weren’t far behind.But we kept right on marching to the beat of our own drummer.We just marched the dusty trailAnother cookie deliveryWho let the dogs out? Looks like this cow liked the look of Fuck Buddy’s ass…If you say so. But may I enter?Through a neighborhood in Calapacuan……and onto the National Highway.We arrived at our On-Home venue, Yero’s, six kilometers from where we began.Ain’t that a pisser?Some Hash Gash for your viewing pleasure.I passed the Hashit to Leech My Nuggets, charging him with being so fast and agile that he makes me appear old and fat. He advised me to have a look in the mirror.
And that’s pretty much the story of how this week’s Hash went down. The other thing that happened was my decision to stop by Snackbar on my way home. I saw someone there I’d missed, and I remembered what it was like to have passion in my life. All the beer in the world won’t fill that void, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.
Facebook memories showed me a happy couple who got together a few years before I was born.
Mom and Dad before they were Mom and Dad, circa 1950 or so.
Alrighty then, time for me to get out of here.
2 thoughts on “King of the road”
All’s well that hikes well. So, your “sane” path was completely different from the Hare’s path except for the destination, eh?
That tree does indeed look as though it’s seen its last summer.
“Trailers for sale or rent…”
Or as Yogi Berra supposedly said, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
Nice shot of that flower!
Almoranus is back to looking trim again. Or maybe it’s just that he’s so far away…?
Another cookie delivery
Earlier, you said “biscuits.” I sense confusion.
“Do Not Entry!” sounds like Konglish.
I remembered what it was like to have passion in my life. All the beer in the world won’t fill that void, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.
If this is the person I’m thinking it is, she flaked out on you, as I recall. Good riddance! You’re happier without her.
Yeah, there may have been 100 yards of crossover on the trail, but even then, we were going in the opposite direction. The Hare’s trail started in Subic town, and we left from Barretto.
No confusion, most of the kids call them biscuits, but I’m still the cookie man.
Yes, you are correct. I may not have passion, but I can live without the drama that comes with it. I’m not sure I’m happier without her, but I’m better off.
All’s well that hikes well. So, your “sane” path was completely different from the Hare’s path except for the destination, eh?
That tree does indeed look as though it’s seen its last summer.
“Trailers for sale or rent…”
Or as Yogi Berra supposedly said, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
Nice shot of that flower!
Almoranus is back to looking trim again. Or maybe it’s just that he’s so far away…?
Another cookie delivery
Earlier, you said “biscuits.” I sense confusion.
“Do Not Entry!” sounds like Konglish.
I remembered what it was like to have passion in my life. All the beer in the world won’t fill that void, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.
If this is the person I’m thinking it is, she flaked out on you, as I recall. Good riddance! You’re happier without her.
Yeah, there may have been 100 yards of crossover on the trail, but even then, we were going in the opposite direction. The Hare’s trail started in Subic town, and we left from Barretto.
No confusion, most of the kids call them biscuits, but I’m still the cookie man.
Yes, you are correct. I may not have passion, but I can live without the drama that comes with it. I’m not sure I’m happier without her, but I’m better off.