I survived another Hash. I didn’t particularly enjoy this week’s edition though. We had a crazy steep, long, and hard climb up for one thing. One section of the trail was covered in garbage. You know, I have empathy for folks scratching out a living up in the hills where conveniences like trash collection don’t exist. But there has got to be a better way than creating your own dump site behind the house. At least dig a hole and bury it. Anyway, rant over.
The climb to the top was on a trail we seldom use (I didn’t remember most of it) and I expect the reason for that is that it is just too damn hard. One of the visiting Hashers, from Manila I think, gave up and turned back about halfway up. Once we were once again on mostly level ground the trail wasn’t bad. My group opted out of a second climb towards the end and walked the streets back to our On-Home at Baloy Beach. A little longer in distance but much flatter. That’s the way I roll these days.
The course of action as planned by the Hares, Demolition Derby and Blow My Pipe.The “sane” group of Hashers I roll with. We get a 30-minute headstart and shortcut when and where we want.And we are On-On!The first kilometer or so was on the streets of Barretto.Fun’s over, let the climbing begin!Black and Dick Her posing in front of the abodes of the hillside dwellers.Behind those houses, our path was paved in garbage.Get Your Rocks Off points out the error of their ways.I hope you get a sense of just how steep the climb was from this photo.What’s Up Doc taking a breather.“Let me get a shot of this”As seen from above.Taking a sit.Vienna Sausage, one of the first runners to catch up with and pass the sane group.That really gets my goat.Meandering down the trail.That’s as close as we got to Easter mountain.Not the life for me.Soon to be uling (charcoal) no doubt.This was one of the most bizarre things I saw on trail. As we began our descent we came upon this staircase. Solidly built out of stone with unusually high-quality craftsmanship. The steps went on and on and must have cost a small fortune to construct. And then they ended at a barbwire fence halfway down the mountain. No idea what purpose they were intended to serve, but by all appearances, it was someone’s broken dreams.On down.Almost there. Back on the mean streets of Barretto at last.On-Home at the Viking resort on Baloy.
Lots of beer drinking at the Hash and finished my night with some more beers at the Car Wash. Slept the peaceful sleep of the inebriated.
As days go around here, it was a mostly good one.
2 thoughts on “Trash Hash”
That garbage is disappointing. So much for the natives being “in touch with nature.”
Hey—only just noticed you’ve still got The Drudge Report on your sidebar! Time to replace that with The Liberty Daily.
Culturally it seems the environment is of little concern to the Filipino people. Litter abounds, burning trash that isn’t littered, polluting rivers, all par for the course.
Yeah, still have the long-defunct Marmot Hole on the sidebar too, been too lazy to do the deletions. I did bookmark Liberty Call and will make it a daily visit henceforth. Thanks again!
That garbage is disappointing. So much for the natives being “in touch with nature.”
Hey—only just noticed you’ve still got The Drudge Report on your sidebar! Time to replace that with The Liberty Daily.
Culturally it seems the environment is of little concern to the Filipino people. Litter abounds, burning trash that isn’t littered, polluting rivers, all par for the course.
Yeah, still have the long-defunct Marmot Hole on the sidebar too, been too lazy to do the deletions. I did bookmark Liberty Call and will make it a daily visit henceforth. Thanks again!