On the trail

We butchered the Hash trail yesterday, cutting it down to a size more appropriate for the heat index. Adding in the 2K journey from my house to the start, it was just about right, with one hill climb and some fresh scenery. Here, see for yourself:

Making our way to the trailhead.
A little Genesis (in the beginning)
Spoiler alert: The stairs did NOT lead to heaven.
Let the climbing commence
A trail even us old codgers could adore
Pubic Head is getting back to his roots on nature’s stair steps.
We passed through the land down under.
Our path took us past Mountain Mama Onelia’s place.
Nice to see you again, Onelia
We ran into the Hare, Vienna Sausage, as he worked diligently to re-mark the trail after Sunday’s rainstorm, which washed away his previous efforts.
A tree I liked
The mountain I may or may not climb next Monday, depending on the heat and my mood.
Now what do we do?
Follow that old Hasher with over 1000 runs.
A respite at Erwin’s place.
No rest for Mrs. Erwin, who was down at the creek bathing the kids. She’s got one more on the way, too.
The first two non-shortcutters to pass us.
The writing is on the walk
That’s encouraging!
Stairs at the start and stairs at the finish.
On-Home at Johansson’s
Leave her alone, Fatso, she’s taken!
Post-hike rehydration
Circle up!
Pubic Head got the Hashit.
The orange is how we eliminated the Kalaklan climb
After Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter
That didn’t go according to plan

If ignorance is bliss, there are lots of happy leftards out there. They can’t handle the truth.

But, but, but…the narrative…

In today’s stroll through the LTG archives, I visited a clean, well-lighted place in December 2006. That’s also the title of one of my favorite short stories by Ernest Hemingway. It ain’t long; give it a read here if you want. Anyway, the post is mostly about one of those unforgettable Itaewon nights (which I had forgotten until I re-read the post). The June gal featured finally found a good man a few years later, moved to the States, and is a happy mother (we are still friends on Facebook). I’m also impressed by my capacity to stay out drinking until three in the morning all those years ago. Those days are long gone for me now, and the occasional staying out until 9 p.m. is about as wild as I get nowadays. Itaewon will always have a place in The Story of My Life.

Seven years ago, the long path to Pyeongtaek awaited me.

Eight years ago, I posted this conundrum on Facebook:

Okay, I can buy into that…

Also from eight years ago:

Damn, now what do I do?

I decided I wanted to retire in the Philippines, and y’all have seen what happens when a wish comes true. I have no regrets about the life I have chosen, and I had no choice about losing the life I loved in Korea. And so it goes.

In today’s YouTube video, the vlogger asserts that Filipino culture is beginning to dominate throughout Asia. I live here, so maybe I missed seeing this happen. Anyone else out there notice a Filipino spin on things?

These smiles are yours for the taking:

Sounds painful. Some bargirls call me daddy, and it really makes me cringe.
Yeah, that’s why I use the alarm on my phone.
You never know, maybe you’ll wake up next to a Charming guy.

Yep, I did it again! A post a day keeps the readers away! Except for the precious few that are gluttons for my punishment. Thanks for that!

I heard this song again yesterday for the first time in a long time. Thanks Jimi!

4 thoughts on “On the trail

  1. Re: Filipino culture taking over.

    Havent really noticed it when I am in Thailand. Seems like East Asia (Korea, Japan, etc.) still predominates.

    Re: ……and I had no choice about losing the life I loved in Korea.

    I know from a relationship standpoint, there is a lot of mental baggage, but I am guessing that economics was not the reason? You are in a small town in the PI, I am assuming you could somewhat replicate that in Korea, while keeping within your budget? I am guessing some things would be more pricey, but you would save in other areas.

  2. Seven years ago, the long path to Pyeongtaek awaited me.

    I do declare! I love the straightaway. Path to mystery.

    I have no regrets about the life I have chosen, and I had no choice about losing the life I loved in Korea.

    “Had no choice”? How do you figure?

  3. Kev, I was referring to my married life. Six months in Korea, six months at my bought and paid for house in the USA, spending that time with my kids and grands. I was a happy man! Then Jee Yeun told me, “I no have happy life with you,” and asked for a divorce. I spent a year trying to change her mind without success. I still don’t understand what made her unhappy. On my fourth try, I was finally a good and faithful husband. I planned to spend the rest of my life that way. And now, here I am.

  4. Brian, yeah, I’m not seeing the likelihood of Filipino culture becoming dominant in Asia. Korean culture is very big here in the PI.

    No, finances were not an issue in Korea, my generous pension was sufficient to live comfortably there. The heartbreak of losing the woman I loved and being surrounded by the memories we shared necessitated my retreat to a new life in the Philippines. The person I was back then is dead now.

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