Guess what woke me up at o’dark thirty this morning? Yep, a dirty dozen of rainy days. Still, it’s been clearing out for a good portion of the day. An occasional cloud burst ain’t so hard to handle. Yesterday was a fine day and it appears that today is shaping up to be the same.
I put my new Fitbit to work and logged me a good day of steppin’ out. No idea though why it’s not registering stairs. I did at least two mountains yesterday.
My walking was enhanced through that special motivation known as the Hash.
And yesterday’s event was the 1300th in storied history of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. All participants were gifted this fine new hat in commemoration of that event.
Loaded up in the Hash truck and headed down the highway…and yes, it is as uncomfortable as I look.
In short order though we were on-on for the day’s trail…
As is our custom, the hike took us through the backwoods and countryside…
…where folks live a simple life. Too simple perhaps.
Getting high legally!
It was a good day to be out and about.
And taking time to soak up the amazing views…
The Hares changed it up by taking us through the rice fields instead of around them. Bastards.
Things could always be worse, and this farm family seemed happy and friendly. Well, that’s what Filipino’s are known for…
A lot of the Hash group veered off and took a short cut around the last mountain of the day. Me and these two said “fuck that, the Hare laid the trail and by God we are going to follow it”. I really respected them for that…
The “on-home” was at Johan’s on Baloy Beach, very near my current residence.
And I avoided having to sit on the block of ice during the Hash circle ceremonies/rituals.
So, no blood on the trail this week. I was happy for that accomplishment!
With the sun finally shining I was able to resume my beach walks this morning. While the beaches here are never pristine, I’d never seen them trashed like this before. Those high tides during the recent storms must have washed up a bunch of old litter and flotsam…
Well, it’s a mess, that’s for sure.
I’ll head back out to the house today and hope to see some progress on the repairs. Hope springs eternal and all that.
Still no girlfriend. Money can’t buy me love.
I was walking down the main track
One night
I met a fine chick
She was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around and with a frown
She said this ain’t no circus
And I don’t need a clown
Your cash ain’t nothing but trash
Your cash ain’t nothing but trash
Your cash ain’t nothing but trash
And there ain’t no need in your hanging around
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1NZ23Lp6L4
You’ve probably mentioned it, but I’ve forgotten: how often do these Hashes occur? Weekly? Twice a week? If the 1300-Hash mark means 1300 weeks, then that’s a good 25-year history (exactly 25 years, in fact: 1300/52 = 25).
Anyway, it looks to have been a mighty good walk. I’m enjoying the scenery and learning much through your eyes.
Yes, it’s a once weekly event…every Monday here. 25 years is a lot, but the oldest kennel dates back to the 1930s with the British army in Malaysia…pretty fascinating history.
What I enjoy is seeing places I’d never find or venture to alone. Pretty challenging hikes most of the time too.
Well, I think it’s a real privilege that you happened to find yourself in the PI in time to celebrate this tradition’s 25th anniversary. Long may you treasure your 1300 hat, and here’s to many more Hashes!