Raindrops keep falling on my head

One of the wettest Hashes I can remember. I think the last time it rained that hard and that long, we wound up just doing a bar crawl instead. Once again, the rain held off until I was out the door and well on the way to our starting point on Govic highway. Honestly, though, I doubt I would have carried an umbrella anyway. I definitely needed my walking stick for the muddy slopes we traversed. Needless to say, I was as soaked to the bone early on. After that, it didn’t really matter anymore. The rain made it difficult to get many pictures, but here are what me and my fellow Hashers managed:

The red line is the trail the Hare laid, and the green shows the sane group’s realignment. The Hare went up Black Rock which is not something I’d ever want to do in the rain.
Gathering at our starting point.
Heading out
On the highway during a brief respite from the rain.
Up a long set of stairsteps we go.
At the end of the climb.
Into the woods, we go.
Walking through a hilltop village.
Peekaboo, I see you, Subic Bay.
Just another day in paradise.
Easter mountain in the rain.
Harriettes in the rain.
Baloy Beach road on the way to our On-Home.
When I first moved here, I rented a small apartment in Baloy. This is why I didn’t stay–the road floods every time it rains.
Arriving at Viking Resort.
The traditional after-hike imbibing.
Hash Gash.
Hash Gash in the pool…I guess they didn’t get wet enough on the trail.
Circle up!
I was “honored” to sit on the ice in recognition of my completing 150 consecutive Hash runs. Yeah, I need to get a life!
Pubic Head was feeling the love in honor of his 900th run with the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. Congratulations on achieving that milestone!
Something must be up…
Ah, Get Your Rocks Off and What’s Up Doc were celebrating birthdays, and the girls made them a Hash cake!

Yep, a wet and wild afternoon. I was soaked and feeling chilled. I stopped at McCoy’s after the circle for another beer, then caught a trike home. 6:30 is pretty damn early, even for me. But into each life, some rain must fall.

Raindrops are falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
He's sleeping on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me
It won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause, I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining

Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me

It won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me, 'cause,
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining

Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me

4 thoughts on “Raindrops keep falling on my head

  1. I’m impressed that you keep up your walking even on a rainy day. How is that working out for you, are you seeing muscle gains and weight loss 📉?

    The tall girl really isn’t into the whole smiling thing 😕 I think they call that the restint face 😐

    It seems like there’s always more people when it’s time to drink than there are when you’re walking. I guess you take different routes and meet up at the central location.

    Now I see where the membership fees go to : beers and cake mix to smear all over each other. Do you get medals and trophies if you walk a thousand miles 🤔

  2. Regarding that “The traditional after-hike imbibing” pic: what an honor that Captain Picard elected to join you on your trek!

    The PI looks gorgeous even when it’s raining.

    Seen this video? Would love to have your thoughts on it.

  3. Kev, that’s hilarious that you saw the resemblance to Captain Picard. His Hash name is Captain Prickhard. Charles is an English chap who retired to Malaysia. He sailed his boat here and got stuck when the scamdemic lockdowns occurred. He loves it now and splits his time between here and Malaysia. I’ve mentioned him in the past because he’s the guy who was hiking alone on the My Bitch trail and broke his leg. He made it out on his own somehow, but it put me off doing solo mountain hikes. Charles is a tough fucker, especially for a guy in his 70s.

    It’s weird, but I’ve seen that video before but can’t recall the circumstances of finding it. But yes, I think his assessment is spot on. It’s the people here who make this country so amazing. They are the poorest I’ve ever lived amongst and also the happiest. Very friendly, always welcoming, and giving warm greetings during our hikes. I, too, have been invited to join in with groups singing and drinking in the yard as I pass by. I covered some of the same territory as the video in response to a question on Quora.

  4. Teddy, well, the Hash marches on rain or shine. I don’t always go out on my own when it is raining, though. The thing is, the rain mostly comes in fits and starts. Sunny when I leave the house, and then a few kilometers down the road, the skies open up.

    Hmm, I’ve never noticed that tall girl’s face before; something always distracts me. 🙂

    Yes, there are always more people at the On-Home Hash circle than there are on the trail. We call them “socialites,” and they pay the full 300 peso participation fee. That covers beer (or soft drinks if you prefer). The cake ingredients are bought by the individuals making the cake on the head of the birthday celebrant.

    We don’t get medals, but we do have patches and headbands that are awarded for certain milestones (50 runs, 100 runs, etec.)

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