
Another Subic Bay Hash anniversary is in the books. By all accounts, it was a good one. And everyone made it back alive, which given the difficulty of the trails is never a given. I wisely took the wimp route and did the short five kilometer trail. It had two moderate climbs, but damn, they kicked my ass. Had I stuck with my original plan to do the 7K route with a steep climb up Kalaklan, I may not have been here today to tell you about it. I think I might have to embrace the fact that I am indeed an elderly man and take joy and pride in my ability to still get out and about in the hills. I just need to recognize my limits.













We had ninety-nine Hashers in attendance for the anniversary run (we are normally in the thirties). Hashers from Angeles City, Puerto Galera, and Manila joined in the fun.









Oh, did you notice my new Hash shirt?

We did the after-Hash hangout at It Doesn’t Matter, then made it home happy to be alive.
It’s September 2014 in the LTG archives. In this short post, I talk about heading back to the USA from Korea as part of our regular “six months there, six months here” rotation. I casually mention that my wife was not returning with me because she needed to take care of her mother. She was supposed to join me in a couple of weeks. I didn’t know then that she would never return.
I came across this photo as I slogged around the internet this morning:

Another new to me vlogger for today’s YouTube video. I’ll always remember the two things that stood out for me during my first visit to the Philippines: the most extreme poverty I’d ever witnessed and the kindness of the Filipino people. This Canuck had a similar experience.
Let’s get this stuff out of the way:



It’s been a good Tuesday so far, with more to come. Down the road, I’ll be spending this coming weekend in La Union to participate in their anniversary Hash. I’m going to keep it On-On as long as I can.
In our defense, they did start an hour earlier than us.
So he’d been walking an hour longer and he still had the energy to pass you. Well, I get passed by everybody these days, even the ancient slowpokes.
We had ninety-nine Hashers in attendance for the anniversary run (we are normally in the thirties).
It’s like how churches suddenly fill up at Christmas and Easter.
Enjoy the next anniversary bash.
Kevin, yes, I get passed all the time by the “long trail” crew, even when I shortcut.
Hash attendance is pretty standard from the locals, but anniversary events bring in folks from other Hashes as a show of support. That’s why I’ll be joining the fun in La Union this weekend.