The 25th Anniversary celebration of the Subic Hash House Harriers continued yesterday with an outstation Hash in Pundaquit. It was my first time out to that area and really enjoyed the scenery on the bus ride and upon arrival. Took around an hour to get there but at least we were in a rented bus (non-airconditioned) and with the windows open it was a comfortable ride. Let’s get to the photos and commentary, shall we?
Our ride to Pundaquit…
That’s Pubic Head, the Hash Secretary/Treasurer waiting on the stragglers to pay up and board the bus…
Let’s roll!
We all made it safe and sound. Now we are getting last minute guidance from the Hares on a rather long trail, 8kms or so…
On-On!
Definitely a different landscape than I see in Barretto. And after the first 10 minutes or so we didn’t see anymore houses, shacks, or shanties. A much more isolated feeling for sure…
That’s Free Fuck getting her pretty ass in the way of my shot. You are welcome!
In the high grASS…
Up to the top of that mountain and back down the other side was the day’s challenge…
The climb started off easy enough…
I was a hot and sweaty mess as we gradually ascended…
And it did eventually get steeper.
I’ve had tougher and steeper climbs, but this was the longest sustained uphill I’ve experienced. Almost an hour to the top. I was sucking wind at this point.
But we made it…
And this was our reward…
A shout out to Tinkerbell. She’s the gal I mentioned who came over to talk to me last week when I was down in the dumps about Cherry. Yesterday she hung back with me so I wouldn’t be alone on trail. That meant a lot to me….
This shot is pretty worthless. There’s a rainbow out there on the horizon I was trying to capture. Shortly thereafter it began to rain some, so most of the downhill was wet. Not mud, but loose rocks and such.
Speaking of rocks, my only “injury” was a stubbed big toe. Hurt like a motherfucker but at least I didn’t break it. With the rain and the sun setting (and me wearing sunglasses) I didn’t see the rock protruding up into the trail. Still sore today but I’ll get over it.
So we arrived “on-home” to Monty’s riverside resort just about dusk. Glad we made it down the mountain before dark! For slow guys like me, the trail was just a tad too long.
The river that runs past Monty’s…
And our resting place where we drank and waited for the Hash Circle to commence. I had to laugh at the Confederate battle flag. It seemed so out of place in this paradise. Don’t know anything about Monty, but if I had to guess where he hails from, it would be somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line.
Anyway, at the circle I was recognized for “double digits”, this time 22 Hashes with the S-H3. Got another one on tap for tomorrow.
The bus ride back to Barretto was fun. We were all pretty drunk when we boarded, and we continued drinking on the trip home. Sang lots bawdy Hash songs to pass the time. Good times!
A most excellent walk. You go as fast as you do, and you’re one of the SLOW ones? Yikes.