I’m out on the highways and byways, up in the hills, and passing through some sketchy areas on a regular basis. But it seems the most dangerous place I experience is right here at home.

So, I’m heading into the kitchen and have a sudden sneezing fit. Which caused me to somehow lose balance and stumble into that baseboard corner.

I’m not sure if there is any significance to the fact that only the middle toe was impacted, but it seemed like a big “fuck you” somehow. This happened prior to the Hash and I wasn’t sure if there would be any effect on my hiking. Turns out I only felt pain when going downhill. It seems fine today though.

Yesterday’s Hash was nothing to complain about, which coming from me is a pretty big deal. It was, in fact, Saturday’s trail in reverse, but since I’d only done the flat portion then most of the hike was new to me.

It was a pretty uneventful Hash, but I had a little incident when it was over. The on-home was in Calapadayan, about 5K from Barretto. I wasn’t about to walk the highway at night, especially after drinking quite a few beers. I also didn’t want to wait for the Hashmobile to be loaded up and ready to go. Instead, I opted for a Jeepney ride back home. About three-quarters of the way there I had an “oh shit!” moment, realizing I had left my hat and walking stick on the table back at Hunters. I called out “para po!” (stop please), hopped out of the Jeepney, crossed the highway, and quickly caught a Jeepney going in the opposite direction. Made it back in time to retrieve my stuff and catch the Hashmobile back to Barretto. I had the driver drop me at the road leading to Alta Vista, and hopped out. As I was walking home I experienced another “oh shit!” moment. I had left my phone in the truck. So, I started running back up the highway hoping I’d catch the truck on its way back. And not too far up the road the Hashmobile was pulled over letting some other Hashers out. They had my phone in hand and were having a good laugh at my drunken expense. I’m sure I’ll spend time on the ice next week for littering. Ah well, nothing lost at least.

And so ended another adventurous day. I hope you enjoyed the re-telling. I found a handy little guide I use to hopefully improve the quality of my writing.

And the toe jam football I played reminded me of the song that bears my Hash name:

He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca-Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is
You got to be free
Cum together, right now
Over me