My wimpy ways

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Yesterday’s trail wasn’t particularly hard or otherwise challenging, but I wussed out anyway. I’m going to blame the heat. I told myself the light-headedness I was experiencing was a warning sign for heat stroke, so I decided prudence dictated that I refrain from strenuous activity. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it! Anyway, I followed the shortcutters as usual, and then I shortcut the shortcutters. I still logged a hot and flat 5K to the On-Home at McCoy’s on Baloy Beach.

The green is the trail as intended by the Hares. I followed the green and then turned right instead of going up the hill. The blue line is my route back.
This week’s trail started in Alta Vista, so that was easy enough for me.
And we are On-On!
Leaving Alta Vista behind
On the street in San Isidro
These kids chased me down on their three-wheeler, saying, “biscuits? biscuits?” Their efforts were rewarded accordingly.
Through the fields we go
For some reason I found myself reminiscing about Neil Armstrong’s moon landing.
Three fellow shortcutters
Parting ways with the shortcutter group and heading onward on my own
Arriving at McCoy’s. This is only the second time we’ve used this venue as an On-Home. It is nice in many respects, but they’ve raised our beer prices, so we likely won’t be back.
Hashers gather before the circle commences
A view from McCoy’s
It’s Nice On Ice! (the last female Hasher to pay weekly dues is “punished” with holding this dildo while seated on the ice. Most of them don’t seem to mind.

After the Hash, I walked back to the highway and had a couple of more beers with my friends at Snackbar. I might have been a little generous with the lady drinks, but I hadn’t seen them for a while as this venue is no longer one of my regular stops.

On my way to Snackbar, I saw this unique CR. I didn’t feel the need to use it, but I hope my aim would be true if I ever did! It’s located near a trike stand, so I suppose the trike drivers find some relief here.

So that was my Hash Monday. Been a busy Tuesday so far, and I’ve got a visit to Dr. Jo coming up later this afternoon. Tell y’all about it tomorrow.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: Where can I find a city in the Philippines that is safe, has a high-quality lifestyle with a low budget, has greens and beautiful sea view sights everywhere, that is not far from commercial areas and a place to start a new life?

A: Well, I chose Olongapo/Subic Bay, and it meets all of those criteria. Safe is a relative term, but I certainly feel as safe here as I would anywhere in the USA. As for the quality of lifestyle, that’s somewhat subjective and contingent on your personal preferences. For me, hiking in the mountains and on the beaches are my favorite daytime pursuits. For the nighttime, lots of good restaurants and bars. I like to play darts, and there are venues with tournaments and a dart league available. Pool leagues, too, if that’s your thing. There is a close-knit expat community and a small-town feel about living here that I like.

Here’s the view from my living room:

Plenty of green, along with views of the bay and the mountains. I shop at the duty-free grocery stores on the old American Navy base, where I can find most of my favorite American comfort foods. There are several shopping malls, all within 30 minutes of my house. A convenient international airport (Clark) is just over an hour away in Angeles City. In the worst-case scenario, I can go to Manila if necessary, but other than doing business at the embassy there, I try to avoid the big city hassles and traffic.

I started my “new life” here about 18 months ago, and I’m very happy with my choice so far.

That was answered over four years ago. My view has changed since then (I think for the better), and I’m still convinced that Barretto is the best fit for me.

Some quick humor before I go:

It was almost plague-like I bet
That would probably be a good Hash name for my wimpy ass.

2 thoughts on “My wimpy ways”

  1. On my way to Snackbar, I saw this unique CR.

    re: “paki sakto para di pumanghi” (written on that board)

    It apparently translates to something like, “Please be precise and don’t sneeze.” I guess sneezing would throw your aim off.

    re: “wimping” out

    There’s nothing wrong with following your instincts. You may very well have avoided heatstroke and/or fainting on the path.

    Have fun at the doc’s.

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