So, technically, the bus was only drunk on the way home from our Out Station Hash in San Antonio/Pundaquit. Well, I mean the bus was sober going and coming, but the Hashers it carried had spent a lot more time than usual drinking after the trail and then had an ice chest full of beers to imbibe on the ride back to Barretto. Luckily, we didn’t run out of Hash songs to sing along the way.
There were two trail options, both 6K. One flat, one with a very hefty climb. I’m sure you can guess which one I chose. Yeah, I’m Yellow.The Subic Bay Hash House Harriers gathered at It Doesn’t Matter prior to the 11 am bus boarding.The Hash rented that bus and driver for a mere 7500 pesos.Loaded up and ready to roll!The back of the bus riders.Offloading the flat trail folks in San Antonio.Gathering at the trailhead.And off we go!The first part of our trail took us through the back streets of San Antonio.It’s a nice, quiet town.Leaving the pavement behind.And then a very pleasant walk along the riverside.It’s nice to go where you’ve never been before.Beautiful landscape to view along the way.Although seeing this skinny horse tied up with no shade, food, or water was sad.The hill that the other Hashers climbed.The occasional shady spot was refreshing on another hot day.Yeah, what I called the flat trail, the Hare deemed the cripple trail.I can fall too…Arriving at our On-Home venue.My map of the trek.A gathering of the Gash.Let the beer drinking commence!Filipinas seem to love that powerfully strong Red Horse beer.This week’s Hash Gash pose.CMC/Car Wash is one of my favorite hangouts in Pundaquit. So, while waiting for the Hash Circle to commence, I went in and ordered me some lunch.The grilled pork skewers were the daily special, and they were quite tasty, indeed!Circle up!The Hares, Leech My Nuggets, and Anal Receptive, on ice. Or in ice, since the traditional block of ice wasn’t available in the hinterlands of Pundaquit.It’s nice in ice, too.
And then a mere six hours after we arrived, it was time to stagger back to the bus for the ride home to Barretto.
Let’s roll!We did have to stop along the highway so these guys could take care of business.
But all good things must end. We made it back to It Doesn’t Matter alive, the owner, Luna, provided a free round of beer for the Hashers, and then I got in a trike for home while I still could.
In other news, today is the 15th anniversary of my father’s passing.
I’ll never forget riding in the back of that Jeep over rough desert roads. Thanks for the memories, Dad.
Speaking of memories, in the June 2019 LTG archives, I’m being overwhelmed by my sad ones during a return visit to Korea. How bad was it? I cut the trip short, and I’ve never been back. Sometimes you’ve just got to leave the past in the past.
In today’s YouTube video, the vlogger discusses reasons why people don’t like you. He makes some pretty good points about why you shouldn’t care. I’m not sure I can stop caring when people walk away, but I can learn to accept, forgive, and forget. At the end of the day, you can only be who you are. If people don’t like that person, there’s nothing you can do about it.
Maybe it’s my sense of humor:
Why not make all those heads explode?That sounds like an invitation.So, for your math problems, they had a cruci-fix.
Yeah, that’s enough lameness for one day. Come back tomorrow for more!
