Well, technically it was the Saturday offshoot of the Sausage Walkers group. There were only four of us today though, three German speaking guys and me. But they were pleasant enough so it would be unfair to dub them sour Krauts. Ahem. I’m used to walking alone anyway so them speaking amongst each other in their native tongue didn’t really bother me at all. I was participating primarily to push myself to walk harder (everywhere I walk on my own tends to be flat) and to explore new trails I’m not adventurous enough to discover on my own. Mission pretty much accomplished as we did a three hour hike that included climbing a mountain. Actually, the trail location was where we were for the Wednesday hike, but we did do a different approach for ascent and descent. It was a good walk!
Me and my fellow walkers. One of us did not speak German.
It was a pretty tough climb to the top, steep and took about 45 minutes. I was soaked and pretty much whupped when we took our first rest break. I reckon I have about 10 or 15 years on the next oldest in our group.
But from the top we enjoyed an outstanding view of downtown Olongapo City.
We came down the mountain and onto the beach for the walk back to Barretto.
But we did stop to enjoy some lunch first. That’s why I was wearing the backpack today. Had some apple with cheese slices and some celery with peanut butter.
As is the custom with the sausage walkers we ended our journey at Cheap Charlies where we imbibed some liquid refreshment.
That’s not the only walking I did today:
Me and Buddy did our regular jaunt through the neighborhood this morning. Ain’t he sweet?
Last night I played in the dart tourney and once again had the good fortune to finish first.
With my partner Flor. It was actually quite fun. My game is still inconsistent though. I’m going to try and find the motivation to practice more at home. We’ll see.
And that’s where things stand with me. Thanks for reading!
A diamond of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.
O white moon, you are lonely,
It is the same with me,
But we have the world to roam over,
Only the lonely are free.
–Sara Teasdale
Congrats on the darts and on a good walk. Germans are a Volksmarch kind of people; walking up and down mountains is what they do (if they live near mountains, anyway).
I had been wondering who the burly, shirtless guy was in several of your previous pictures. I think I know who he is now. Do these gents have names? And what do they do for a living? I can’t imagine that they’re retired.
Now that was a much more upbeat post. No more tripping over your lower lip.
Thanks, Rascal.
Kev, yeah I honestly don’t know the burly guy’s name. He does speak English too of course, but we’ve never really chatted. I’ve seen him at the Hash, although he is not there every week. A lot of the younger guys here don’t stay year round. They work on oil rigs or do the merchant marine or something similar. Also, Europeans get lots of time off work. We currently have an big influx of Swedes here doing their 6 or 8 weeks off thing. Anyway, I’ll try and do better at learning more about my fellow expats…