Sundown

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Feeling the effects of a passing typhoon here today, leaving me a lazy and rainy afternoon to abide. Tomorrow I will be changing my perspective with a four-day visit in La Union. Weather ought to be better by then, if not my attitude. Yeah, I’m in a foul mood. And no, I’m not ready to talk about it.

Here are some photos from yesterday’s Hash:

I was not happy with the trail. Vienna Sausage (Günter) was the Hare and he incorporated four outrageous climbs, including Mother Fucker, into his trail. It was ridiculous and impossible for the walkers to finish before dark. I and many others did some shortcutting (the orange trail).
The Hashmobile was jam-packed and uncomfortable.
We got dropped off and had a short walk on the highway...
…and then began our ascent up the first mountain via these stairs…
…up and up we go…

…the stairs eventually gave way, but the climb did not.
Finally some mostly level ground.
After bypassing one of the climbs, we began to make our way back down.
Some hazy skies, but still a nice view…
You often encounter downed barbed wire on trail, but it is unusual to see it at eye level. It’s especially hazardous because most of the time I’m looking down at where I’m planting my feet. I was warned about this strand though so no cuts for me!
It was a pigpen near the bottom.

Anyway, from this point, the trail went back up again and it was already a little past 5:00 and it gets dark around 5:30. So I was done with the trail and hoofed it back to the on-home at Johan’s on Baloy Beach. I arrived in time to see this:

A colorful end to a shitty trail.

A couple of points of interest at the circle. We celebrated a birthday in the traditional Hash fashion:

By making a cake.

The other event of interest was the naming of a Hasher who completed her fifth Hash. This process involves the unnamed being interviewed by the group and then potential names are suggested and voted on. The unnamed was Ilene, whom I mentioned before as a bit of a (one-way) crush. Anyway, Ilene professed to like horses and I knew she was into running. And she’s attractive. So, the name I came up with was “Hot to Trot” and in a close vote, she was duly named.

That’s Hot to Trot participating in an event known as the “Spartan”. And that’s about all I know about it, other than it involves five contests. Apparently one of them is carrying around heavy shit. I don’t know, I lifted the photo from her Facebook page.

Met a virgin to the Hash named Chris (male) who is a military retiree who just recently moved to Barretto. He did a couple of tours of duty in Korea so we had that in common. He indicated he might be joining us in La Union. Welcome to the Hash!

And that’s it for now. Some bad stuff happened after the circle that I’m still processing. In the end, it will probably turn out for the best. For now, I think I need to go get drunk.


She’s been lookin’ like a queen in a sailor’s dream
And she don’t always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain

I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin’ is your first mistake
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winnin’ when I’m losin’ again

6 thoughts on “Sundown”

  4. Dan, no not at all. I thought it was a bullshit trail, but that’s the Hare’s prerogative. My bad mood came about from something that happened after the Hash. More failures in my interpersonal relationships type of thing.

  5. Surely the wisdom of your years has taught you by now that the failings of your interpersonal relationships are entirely due to the other person. I adopted that working maxim years ago and have found the level of my average daily mood to be somewhere around soaring.

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