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After loosing track of hash numbering over the past 10-20 years, senility and too much drinking maybe a contributing factor as well, by slaughtering a fattened calf and many doves to the hash Gods, it has been divined that early this June, Budapest Hash House Harriers, Hungary's premier hash, conditions will be most favorable to host our 1,000th hash....especially since many of our members are getting a bit long in the tooth.


Through tremendous team spirit, marinated with healthy doses of beers, more than a few Shut The Fuck Ups, we have mismanaged concockting a weekend we are sure you will remember...like your first case of crabs. Surprisingly we want to share it with you, again, like your first case of crabs.


Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks? I am sure you all heard about our monumental #900th run 2 years ago, we still reminisce about it around the camp fire while roasting marshmallows. Well it seems you can in fact start too late with getting out information, 2 weeks proved not to be enough for you people to get your shit together.


We've learned!








Start your clocks, you now have 4 months to plan to get your asses to Budapest to join us for the once in a lifetime hash.

I have ZERO reservations in saying this will be the best Budapest Hash House Harriers #1000 run EVER!!! (you can tell I am serious because of the 3 exclamation marks)

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1st Hash of 2010

Run Report 9.. written by Haggis

Hares: Andrea (Ropy Tits), Giving Head

Runners: Incredible and Rabies

Walkers: Eager Beaver, Haggis, Agi, Anikó (visiting from England)

We had our coldest Hash run/walk on this snowy, windy and frosty Sunday morning. Giving Head gave a helping hand to a Virgin Hare, Andrea who was baptized later but at this point she was still Andrea.

Very cleverly the trail was well prepared the day before, all the flour was layed but the problem was that snowing started later so white flour under lots of white snow was not very easy to detect ......|

The hares were not enthusiastic or smart enough to reset the trail early in the morning before the hash with red pepper ... but GH requested Incredible Hulk to put a bottle of Uni-come into the beer bag hoping that drunk hashers would not need guidance in the snow.

The beer arrived late because Haggis had to run home to charge her phone leaving the Hashers freezing to death waiting.

„Agi (Turner) needed Incredible to give her something to warm her up before she would start the walk - when she was satisfied the Hash started” (quote from Incredible)

The trail started mercilessly up and up a steep slope and continued up some steps. Some less fit Walkers almost went home. (Ten Minutes Late would have enjoyed it.)

The Hare shouted when the runners reached a check, as they were invisible under the snow (so how could the runners find the trail of invisible flour?)

Then the trail took us up more steps, then into the woods. At he hill top we had a very good hash view of Budapest. As some hashers were still feeling cold we had a Father Abraham stop at the top.

It was a bit slippery downhill but finally we found ourselves in the most posh ever beer stop at the Árnyas restaurant with turn-of-the-century decor, striped wallpaper and an elegant stove Three hashers had mulled wine but the rest of the pack went for beer. When we saw the menu, decided to go back to the resto to eat. The hashers were so hungry that GH allowed them to cheat and get on a bus to reach the beer car.

During the circle everybody was freezing so Unicum rescued us, especially GH, who had a lot of down-downs but also kept pouring this wonderful brown stuff into other hashers’ glasses.

Then the solemn moment(s) of Andrea’s naming came. Due to the freezing wind hashers accepted the only one suggestion: Ropy Tits (for those who were not present, it refers to her hobby of being tied up... hence "rope", with a second meaning of "ropy" - British English meaning of ropy being slang for poor quality or inferior).

The the circle finished with Swing Low and the pack rushed back to the beer stop to eat (except Rabies).

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Hash Trash November 1st 2009

Trail: Szépjuhászné - Erzsébet-kilátó - Szépjuhászné

Hares: BangCock and Easy Head Job

Pack: Run by Battery, Hot Steam, Rabies, Pedalling Pussy, Baldrick, Titty Tata, 10 Minutes Late, Lurch (aka Marina1), NFHN Marina2, NFHN Tamás, Darina (sorry dont know your Hash name) and

Scribe: Giving Head

After the detailed instruction about Hash signs - did you know this? E <----> T? No? Guess!! - we started from Szépjuhászné and took a look at the Árpád-era monastery, where St. Paul's relic was kept for centuries (you can read more about it here http://www.mult-kor.hu/cikk.php?id=9185&pIdx=1 Is in Hungarian but using Google Translation Toolbar can understand most of it)

Leaving the cloister's ruins we headed (HEAD? Who said HEAD?) for the Buda hills. For the runners the trail was rather steep, I couldnt even make the running because of the wonderful scenery and of course the chit-chat with others (and because of the f*ing difficult trail). At halfway we had to go throuh a small cave that was slippery but still fun. Arriving at the top of János hegy, instead of going up to the kilátó we had a Beer search. While finally Darina found the sack with the beer cans, Baldric, Titty Tata and Tamás had diappeared and found some hot wine and missed the beer. After the beer stop the way down was an easy one and at Szépjuhászné the runners had a chance to see the last choo-choo train in town at the Childrens Railway and took photos of it, eat some lángos and drink some hot wine while waiting for the walkers. After the walkers arrival and eating lángos and having hot wine as well, and finishing the munching all, we had the circle. YES, yes, yes a short one!!!! Because - you wouldnt believe it but - even Baldrick, our mighty RA was cold. When we were all frozen, after the Hash Hymn, some of us headed home (HEAD? Who said HEAD?) and eight of us went to eat to the restaurant Szépjuhászné to warm up with some Unicum and szotyola by the courtesy of Titty Tata prior to our tasty meal.

All and all it was a good Hash as always with our 'OLD HARE' BC.

Have a great week and see ya on the next one.

OnoN GH

Baldric pulls the short straw

July 19th -2009 -Hash #959 Children's railway

A Big Slice of Happiness Coming Right at You
Hare: Bang Cock
Scribe: Wet Blanket II, the one with the beard


The same boring people, the same stupid jokes, the same old routine. I thought that I, who am often the life of the party, might go to spread some joy to their meager existences.

It's getting harder and harder to drag oneself out of bed at 11o'clock on a Sunday (depression will do that to you) morning to face going to hash. Deep depression is hard enough to

But some dull people who have nothing better to do//namely N., Zs., M., A., A., J., A., Cs., E., and others of their ilk (sorry but I am too important to try to learn their names even after they have always welcomed me warmly)/the writer of these lines is not a dull, boring person with a dull boring life (I am actually an agent for MI6 but being a dull, boring person is part of my cover, yes, I am very good at my job) but only went along out of curiosity (like the time they found me at the Blue Oyster dress up as Minnie Pearle)

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tried once again going through the same old routine, hoping against hope that something/ a torrid love affair, a one night stand, a quick feel of ass when no one was looking, would come along and spice up their my decrepid existance. (Sorry, sometimes I like to use big words but I can't take the time to spell them correctly or use spell check)

But all they got was some more dull, desperate, people for company, and a pointless walk through a maze of Buda trails leading nowhere, a living reminder that their lives were leading nowhere. (My therapist says that I do much better if I focus my own inadequacies outward)

Luckily there was beer at the end as I was becoming insufferable, along with the same tired songs that let them pretend they were engaging in humor and having fun, while numbing their brains with alcohol (I really wished I hadn't run out of my Zoloft or Prozac). The alcohol, unfortunately, wore off, and by the time soup came in that fucking sausage restaurant they ( I like to use the 3rd person plural even though I was in fact there) found themselves sobered up and sitting accross from ...oh what's the use, I can't go on writing this, it's I'm so sad. I think I may pretend to choke on a piece of sausage so when someone come to give me the Heimlich maneuver I can spin around at the very last minute to get a hug instead

But if you're a stranger reading this, fresh meat as it were, in Budapest, take pity on these people and come, come join for our next desperate pretense at having a joyful, happy life, on Thursday or Friday, maybe you can make a difference. Details to be announced soon. But don't kill yourself yet, there is always the chance that happiness is jut around the corner, although it probably isn't, I am going home to smear peanut butter all over myself to have the dog lick off, that is if he hasn't run away again.

Some parting words from Sgt. Hulka:

June 27th 2009 - Hash #955-ish Fenyõgyöngye

Incredible Hulk
Scribe : Frustrated Frog

BEAUTIFUL VIEWS OF BUDAPEST

We gathered as usual at bathyani ter at 11:30 on a rather cloudy day.

We then went directly by car to the starting point of the trail which had been graciously selected by hulk and split up into two groups runners and walkers.

We started off right away.

We had a new hasher from Norway joining our ranks that day and one leaving us permanently to go back to her native Germany.

Petra we will miss you.

After having to put up with our hungarian literature specialist martin who recently published his long awaited massive blockbuster book on the conflicting trends in post WWI hungarian literature we finally arrived back to our original starting point.

Take care
Frustrated frog


Link to Agi's photos

June 27th 2009 - Hash #949????

Scribe: NFG Nicola

Hash Trash
Budapest HHH 949
June 14 2009


On a gorgeous sunny day 5 hashers, Incredible Hulk, Ten Minutes Late , Piece of Pizza , NFHN András and me NFHN Nicola gathered at Battyányi tér for a mystery tour. The tour being mysterious to all of us as no one had volunteered to lay a trail despite Rabies` persistent pestering. We were hareless but not directionless.

We threw out a few suggestions.

The island I said, no: TML had been there the previous day.

The Hills, the hills: not again! and then the name Csepel rang out. Sounded good. Twas TMB` s choice. Then András mentioned some lakes around there that he had visited in his long lost youth.

We all posed for the usual in front of parliament shots this time spiced up with the stunning view of a blue gingham bikini top courtesy of PP. Mama mia! We picked up few beers in Spar and headed out in Hulk`s car. András`map reading skills came in handy as once on the island of Csepel we veered off the beaten track and drove down a dirt road to the old pebble quarry ( kavicsos tó) which is now very full of water. And very picturesque it was too with houses dotted all round.

From your run down shack to mini castles with turrets. We thought about getting into an old rickety rowing boat below us but decided not to due to the lack of oars. PP spotted, actually sniffed out some ruccola in the undergrowth. Would be perfect for pizza . Other bounties of nature were some very sour sour cherries and apricots too unripe to pick yet.

The walk proceeded pleasantly, flat all the way with plenty of sights including a crazy paving house with a scary gargoyle that Hulk posed in front of. It bore an amazing likeness. There were some corn fields I hid in and luscious larger ladies sunbathing with very little on. Quite a few plots were for sale and we imagined buying a simple hut and having Hash barbecues in the garden. If we all just chipped in a bit ........... We thought about having a dip in the lake but it was murky and PP was the only one who had a bikini. Next time make sure you all bring one along!

It`s normally customary for anyone feeling the call of nature to discreetly slip behind some bushes but Hulk on seeing a freestanding toilet could not resist the urge. The beer stop was a small beer garden that was nicely decorated with lager cans hanging from the beams in the shape of a plane. What craftsmanship was evident in the propeller: jagged bits of tin. Then it was on on- back to the car and then to a nearby restaurant just off the motorway for gulyás soups, pörkölt and erős pista liberally smeared on bread. A great hash, a grand day out as Wallace would said, in an area that was new to most of us.

Nicola NFHN (Absolutely stunning she still has no hash name!!)

June 1st 2009 - Hash #951-ish Fenyõgyöngye

Hare: Baldrick
Scribe: Incredible Hulk

Baldrick's long one

A hot Sunday morning brought a good group of Hashers out at the usual meeting point, many of the regulars, 3 visitors from Amsterdam HHH and a brace of visiting Canadian virgins (Haggis made them cum). The gathering occupied itself chatting and taking photos while our Hare Baldrick dragged Run by Battery to the supermarket for essential liquid nourishment for Hashers. Eventually Baldrick appeared to join his co-hare (Titty-Tata) and the group and with whistle and shouting eventually got about half the group to board a bus for the run starting point, the remaining 10 took to the 2 available cars and set off in convoy.

Soon the cars were heading north and up into the Buda hills, it was warm enough to need the air conditioning for the hot passengers. On we sped, past the caves and on up to the bus terminal stop at Fenyõgyöngye where there was parking for us. Had the bus already arrived? Rabies No, only after quite a wait as the clouds moved in and sprinkled us with warm rain, but it soon past by and the bus arrived, as did arrived on his bike.

So after booking a table in the nearby resto Baldrick explained the flour markings and everyone set off, strangely Rabies decided to bring his bike, more of this later. The trail went straight up the nearest hill, this was hard on the Amsterdam hashers, the slope was more that they see! It was not that easy for Rabies and his bike either. The first check was almost wiped out (by weather, pigs or passing ramblers), so without the hare we would not have found it, we hoped it was not all going to be like this. The false trails were found, and Ptwang, Jaws and others headed off with plenty of “OnOn’s” through the forest, on and up. The subsequent checks were all in good condition, they were pretty well set, holding back the FRBs and for the first few, even the walkers kept up. But with the longer sections up into the forest, the first few runners got further ahead.

For some of the sections, the path was almost flat, so Rabies was able to mount up and pedal easily past the runners. But sometimes the slope was too much, especially when the climb got steep in the rock slopes above the air field. The FRBs rested and enjoyed the views at the top for a while and the other “runners” made it up the slope (nobody could run up that), even Rabies managed to get his bike up to the top, the FRBs did wonder if they should go help him, but the idea soon past. The river looked impressive in spite of the low cloud across the city. Onwards, flour blobs were sought, but they were not readily found up here, fortunately we knew we were going to a beer stop, and in the forest covered hills, there is only one place that could be, so despite the lack of blobs, the pack soon found trail and were again climbing up hill, over the brow of the hill and down to the little bar-resto.

The big umbrellas outside over the tables and benches were just what we needed, the runners settled down to some beers and the walkers soon arrived. At that point the Dutch weather arrived, so we were pleased to be under the brollies. A few small snacks were bought (bread and dripping with red onions – a staple Hungarian snack) and a basket of bread left over on the next table with a pot of good hot paprika paste were acquired, which made everyone happy. The rain got heavier, and stared dropping down between the gaps above us, so most people headed inside – the warm air had gone by this time, the temperature had gone down a long way, so the usual moaning started and coats were found to keep the moaning levels down.

The group sat and chatted for a while until the rain eased off a bit, then we all set off for the relatively short trot down the hill to the circle, a nice easy run. At the bottom, Incredible hopped in his car to go back to taxi the trailing walkers in the rain, so with a couple of trips, everyone was down and ready for the circle. The circle was run by the visiting RA and many rewards given for virgins, offences and any excuse possible until the beer supply was almost gone. Then across the road to the resto and a good meal enjoyed by all from the extensive menu. Thanks Hares- you did a great job

May 17th 2009 - Hash Trash #

> A reminder: There are a lot of ticks this season, so
> please check yourselves out carefully. Ladies who need help
> doing this feel free to contact me.
>
> This was a great hash outing. It was sunny
> and unseasonably warm as we gathered at Battyanyi Ter.
>
>
> The hash talent for superb organization became
> apparent right at the start, as one group was still
> discussing whether we could fit into the available cars
> while the lead cars took off without them. That
> left the writer as the only guy taking the HEV to
> Pomaz with a congenial group of women. From
> there we were shuttled to the trail by Ullrich, who was nice
> enough to come back for us after he had dropped off his
> first carload of passengers. Ullrich, if you ever
> got tired of geological engineering, I'm sure
> you could make a living as a taxi
> driver.
>
> There were a lot of people out that day, and there
> were occassional bottlenecks on the trail as it made up its
> way in the Arok, which is some kind of ravine. We sometimes
> had to wait to get past oncoming groups of hikers. This
> part of the trail was like an obstacle course, with rocky or
> muddy crossings over a small stream. As you can see
> from the pictures we were typical hash marchers, walking in
> tightly organized formation, not like a buch of
> cats. And everybody on the trail was friendly, and the
> mood was good.
>
> Soon we started going up, sometimes steeply, and the
> going got strenuous, hot and sweaty. This would have
> been a challange if there had been runners, and we were
> grateful for being in forest, as the shade was welcome. Then
> we got to the top of the ravine, and the trail
> widened and continued over fairly level
> ground.
>
> Soon we got to Lajos Forras, (Spring) and took a short
> break. The spring was flowing, and people had the
> forsight to pack beers as well, so the good cheer was
> maintained. The trail after this began to descend a bit, and
> we had some nice views over the Danube and its
> surroundings. There was occasion for a few Hungarian
> folk songs from Zs. and her sister, and the writer mangaged
> a decent "Mr. Tambourine Man" from Bob Dylan.
> (Performances available on request.)
>
> The highlight of the day, as always, was the circle,
> which was conducted by Paresh ( I hope I'm spelling
> that right), and was thankfully brief.
>
> But we were in for one more treat, as we stopped in
> Pomaz at a restaurant and had various versions of Hungarian
> food. It was outdoors, in a nice atmosphere, and the food
> was good.
>
> During the meal, K. sitting next to me, gave an
> impressive perormance. Several smokers lit up as the food
> was on the table, and K., switching into her teacher's
> mode, insisted that they put the cigarettes out, or
> move away. She said she was being an American
> woman, and stood her ground. Women take note. Good
> going K !
>
> All in all it turned out to be a long day. We were
> heading back to the city around 7pm, It was a real
> outing, a great trail, good to leave the city behind
> and see some different scenery, and good to have a longish
> hike in the forest.


Flat Tired

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To all:

After some people whined openly rather than ask me why there have been so few updates to the site here is the answer and what you can do about it:

1. Starting writing the trash. Sure, I am not there often, but why don't some of you get on the late arrivals to write the trash? No trash, not updates
   
   
2. Why should I put in the extra effort to put the trash on the website when you have already posted to everyone through the mailing list. I was attempting to make a site people would like coming to, but by circumventing the process you have made me apathetic to doing work which have already been done. Send the trash to budapesthash@gmail.com don't post it to the mailing list, I promise I will get it up within 48hrs (normally as soon as I see it but just in case)
   
   
3. When writing the trash please try to include the hash # and the location in the first line, this will make thing easier for me.
   
   
4. If you are not going to listen to me about point 2 at least realize that you don't need to hit both yahoo and google mailing lists. We have almost 100 members here, either current or interested hashers...if there is anyone still on the yahoo list who wants to follow what's going on rather than the joke list, they have already moved over, there is no need to double post.
   
   
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