‘The Good Soldier Svejk’ – 550th run Weekend in Prague 11-13TH May 2001
Yes an all female group of gorgeous stunning sexy female hashers left Budapest on the Friday evening to join the Prague Hash. Disaster almost struck at the Airport when it was discovered that the airport bar had no decent champagne – well you have to get in the right mood. Wine was a poor substitute but it oiled the wheels sufficiently and we were now ready for some fun!!!!
Arrival in Prague was hassle free as we were chauffeur-driven to our accommodation for the weekend at Chez Graham (former Budapest hasher) by the man himself.
Did not quite make the Pub Run at 7.30 due to flight times but arrived at the Pub in plenty of time for registration and Down Downs. Liked the Goodie Bags – Cool Hats.
Got into some really bad company – known as the Hamburg Hash. No girlie drinks here straight into the beer. When in Rome as they say or should I say Prague.
We soon got into the swing but we had to drink fast to catch up but the Czech beer was so good it slipped down easily. The Hamburg Hash taught us some new hash songs. A serious practice was called for. It would have been disrespectful to get the words wrong. There followed a large number of Down Downs. How could there be so many misdemeanours in such a short space of time? OOPS, sorry forgot about the pub crawl. We’re asked very politely to leave the pub around 1.00 am but we were still practicing our songs – did they not appreciate our singing or was it the misbehaving of certain members of the Hamburg Hash. Well it did relate to the words of the song, I think!!!!!! Lets put it this way, there were some hash flashers and it was not related to any kind of photography.!
Although we gallantly carried on singing they put out the lights but worse was to come they stopped serving the beer. It was time to move on and some did to the Irish Bar and then rumour has it to a Striptease club.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny - too bright for some there was a considerable number of dark glasses. Were they hiding something?
The Marathon (sorry I should have said run) set off around 12.00 noon from near the Technical College through Stromovka Park and finishing finally at Letna Park around 3.00. There were mixed opinions on this one – the fit hashers - GREAT RUN – the not so fit – TOUGH RUN - and the less fit – SHITTY TRAIL SHITTY TRAIL. Did I hear the latter uttered by one of our own fair ladies? No great run surely! It was a long one but with plenty of checks and hash singing and there were several well organised beer stops - no mismanagement here - where the runners met up with the walkers but it was noted that after the second beer stop the number of walkers had mysteriously increased in number. The second stage of the run had gone through some long grass and there were few sufferings from somewhat itchy legs- pretty feeble excuse – real reason – they were knackered. Interesting unofficial Hash View was reported. Naked gardener slight exaggeration she was sporting a very teenie-weenie black Bikini but come on guys did you all have to stop and check out her gardening skills?
At the end of the trail hot bagels and cream cheeses awaited followed by the best cookies ever.. The number of Hash crimes must have reached the hundreds. So much misbehaving on trail. Gradually over-indulgence took its toll physical as well as liquid and hashers were seen to sit down, lie down, fall asleep in the circle earning more down downs – will it ever end!!!!! And would you believe certain males sneaked off to watch the cup final. Football before Hash. How shocking. Mainly Arsenal supporters so there will be no more said on the subject..
Time to PARTY PARTY PARTY. Saturday evening. This was FUN FUN FUN.
There was a good all girlie band, much admired by the guys!!!! And hilarious Hash Entertainment. How often do you have to practice to blow up condoms through your nose in about 10 seconds? . Certain hashers from West Rhine must put in a hell of a lot of practice!!!
BHH and HHH joined forces to sing a couple of ditties. MY DING A LING and in the interests of international hashing a little German ditty - translation – HANDS ON MYSELF with full audience participation. We were good probably even Brilliant - - watch out Broadway!!!
There was a raffle and our very own HOT LIPS had bravely ran the risk of arrest by smuggling a very large salami for the raffle through customs into the Czech Republic. When questioned later, she insisted that she had not seen any signs. They were only about 4 FEET HIGH stating. DO NOT TAKE ANY MEAT PRODUCTS BEYOND THIS POINT. Well done HOT LIPS. Where did you hide it again???
It was noted as the evening got into full swing that there was an obscene amount of dancing talent being displayed blatantly on the dance floor. This was justifiably punished the following day by several down downs. Watch out for HIGGINS from Brussels. Where did he find the energy?
There were rumours that the latest arrival time home after the bash was 9.00am and she made the hangover hash. What can you do in Prague until 9.00am? Sorry that information is censored.
Gastronomic breakfast feast consumed Sunday morning in preparation for Sunday Hangover Hash. Prepared by chef on tour – Carol.
There were more dark glasses than Saturday and some missing hashers. Some people have no stamina. They missed a good one. Runners and walkers set out at 11.00 in glorious sunshine. Startled tourists gaped in awe as the pack pushed its way through the crowded streets past the market stalls through the castle district and ending up on Petin Hill. The climb was painful but was rewarded by awesome views of the city below. Hot Lips was in fine form but some bloody idiot had given her the orange parrot - property of PHH which sounded like a strangled chicken. Do I have to say more. Risking arrest a second time it was her aim to make miserable tourists smile which she did with some success but not the Castle guards – no way!!!!! Other members of the pack managed to drag her away before serious damage was done.
Reaching the end of the trail we were welcomed yet again by that wonderful sight the beer truck.
Down Downs were numerous and Hotlips was in trouble again shopping on trail photographs on trail and there was trouble brewing around us as some local ‘gentleman’ was complaining about the noise. What noise? He was getting free entertainment – you can’t please some people. Escaped to restaurant before he had a chance to take his complaint to higher authority!!
The restaurant chosen for lunch had the most stunning views over the city and the MisManagement Committee had even bribed the toilet attendant so there was free loo visits. What thoughtfulness.. Or was it because there had been an excess amount of piss------- on trail and the countryside could not take any more!!!
Ace weekend!!!!
Yes an all female group of gorgeous stunning sexy female hashers left Budapest on the Friday evening to join the Prague Hash. Disaster almost struck at the Airport when it was discovered that the airport bar had no decent champagne – well you have to get in the right mood. Wine was a poor substitute but it oiled the wheels sufficiently and we were now ready for some fun!!!!
Arrival in Prague was hassle free as we were chauffeur-driven to our accommodation for the weekend at Chez Graham (former Budapest hasher) by the man himself.
Did not quite make the Pub Run at 7.30 due to flight times but arrived at the Pub in plenty of time for registration and Down Downs. Liked the Goodie Bags – Cool Hats.
Got into some really bad company – known as the Hamburg Hash. No girlie drinks here straight into the beer. When in Rome as they say or should I say Prague.
We soon got into the swing but we had to drink fast to catch up but the Czech beer was so good it slipped down easily. The Hamburg Hash taught us some new hash songs. A serious practice was called for. It would have been disrespectful to get the words wrong. There followed a large number of Down Downs. How could there be so many misdemeanours in such a short space of time? OOPS, sorry forgot about the pub crawl. We’re asked very politely to leave the pub around 1.00 am but we were still practicing our songs – did they not appreciate our singing or was it the misbehaving of certain members of the Hamburg Hash. Well it did relate to the words of the song, I think!!!!!! Lets put it this way, there were some hash flashers and it was not related to any kind of photography.!
Although we gallantly carried on singing they put out the lights but worse was to come they stopped serving the beer. It was time to move on and some did to the Irish Bar and then rumour has it to a Striptease club.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny - too bright for some there was a considerable number of dark glasses. Were they hiding something?
The Marathon (sorry I should have said run) set off around 12.00 noon from near the Technical College through Stromovka Park and finishing finally at Letna Park around 3.00. There were mixed opinions on this one – the fit hashers - GREAT RUN – the not so fit – TOUGH RUN - and the less fit – SHITTY TRAIL SHITTY TRAIL. Did I hear the latter uttered by one of our own fair ladies? No great run surely! It was a long one but with plenty of checks and hash singing and there were several well organised beer stops - no mismanagement here - where the runners met up with the walkers but it was noted that after the second beer stop the number of walkers had mysteriously increased in number. The second stage of the run had gone through some long grass and there were few sufferings from somewhat itchy legs- pretty feeble excuse – real reason – they were knackered. Interesting unofficial Hash View was reported. Naked gardener slight exaggeration she was sporting a very teenie-weenie black Bikini but come on guys did you all have to stop and check out her gardening skills?
At the end of the trail hot bagels and cream cheeses awaited followed by the best cookies ever.. The number of Hash crimes must have reached the hundreds. So much misbehaving on trail. Gradually over-indulgence took its toll physical as well as liquid and hashers were seen to sit down, lie down, fall asleep in the circle earning more down downs – will it ever end!!!!! And would you believe certain males sneaked off to watch the cup final. Football before Hash. How shocking. Mainly Arsenal supporters so there will be no more said on the subject..
Time to PARTY PARTY PARTY. Saturday evening. This was FUN FUN FUN.
There was a good all girlie band, much admired by the guys!!!! And hilarious Hash Entertainment. How often do you have to practice to blow up condoms through your nose in about 10 seconds? . Certain hashers from West Rhine must put in a hell of a lot of practice!!!
BHH and HHH joined forces to sing a couple of ditties. MY DING A LING and in the interests of international hashing a little German ditty - translation – HANDS ON MYSELF with full audience participation. We were good probably even Brilliant - - watch out Broadway!!!
There was a raffle and our very own HOT LIPS had bravely ran the risk of arrest by smuggling a very large salami for the raffle through customs into the Czech Republic. When questioned later, she insisted that she had not seen any signs. They were only about 4 FEET HIGH stating. DO NOT TAKE ANY MEAT PRODUCTS BEYOND THIS POINT. Well done HOT LIPS. Where did you hide it again???
It was noted as the evening got into full swing that there was an obscene amount of dancing talent being displayed blatantly on the dance floor. This was justifiably punished the following day by several down downs. Watch out for HIGGINS from Brussels. Where did he find the energy?
There were rumours that the latest arrival time home after the bash was 9.00am and she made the hangover hash. What can you do in Prague until 9.00am? Sorry that information is censored.
Gastronomic breakfast feast consumed Sunday morning in preparation for Sunday Hangover Hash. Prepared by chef on tour – Carol.
There were more dark glasses than Saturday and some missing hashers. Some people have no stamina. They missed a good one. Runners and walkers set out at 11.00 in glorious sunshine. Startled tourists gaped in awe as the pack pushed its way through the crowded streets past the market stalls through the castle district and ending up on Petin Hill. The climb was painful but was rewarded by awesome views of the city below. Hot Lips was in fine form but some bloody idiot had given her the orange parrot - property of PHH which sounded like a strangled chicken. Do I have to say more. Risking arrest a second time it was her aim to make miserable tourists smile which she did with some success but not the Castle guards – no way!!!!! Other members of the pack managed to drag her away before serious damage was done.
Reaching the end of the trail we were welcomed yet again by that wonderful sight the beer truck.
Down Downs were numerous and Hotlips was in trouble again shopping on trail photographs on trail and there was trouble brewing around us as some local ‘gentleman’ was complaining about the noise. What noise? He was getting free entertainment – you can’t please some people. Escaped to restaurant before he had a chance to take his complaint to higher authority!!
The restaurant chosen for lunch had the most stunning views over the city and the MisManagement Committee had even bribed the toilet attendant so there was free loo visits. What thoughtfulness.. Or was it because there had been an excess amount of piss------- on trail and the countryside could not take any more!!!
Ace weekend!!!!
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