COMPARATIVE HASHING
MEMORIES FROM BH3’S "VISEGRÁD" RUN ON 21/OCT/2001
Weather didn’t look very good as we started from Batthány square to Visegrád for run No.557(?). Fog was thick and there was a possibility of rain in the air. Only one hash-car showed up here, so a taxi had to be hired for the carless hashers on foot. But things started to look much better when we arrived to our meeting point at the banks of the Duna. Thanks to the almost perfect mismanagent many more hash-cars (missing badly from the Batthány square car-pool spot) were to be found here, adding up to a total number of 22(!) good hashers. We were welcomed warmly by the Lord Mayor of Dunabogdány and there was still warm pogacsa and a shot of fiery palinka left for us. What a great way to start a run!
So up we went to the park and what we had there? A nice campfire and more food, bacon, and bread with pickled cucumbers. Can it get better than this? Yes, it can! As we were running and walking, the sun came behind the clouds and let us enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Duna bend.
Trail was good, even there was a strange white powder all along it. Anthrax agent? Who knows… Rabies had a couple of desperate attempts to civilize us with his knowledge of history. What a waste of time with hashers…
Cause there was no other M.M. Committee member except Rabies, who was also a hare, I had the honour to be the Stand-In RA. We started the down-downs to the hares and decided that it was an excellent trail. Many thanks and down-downs to Silver Fox, H.E. Mr.J.Schuszter, Rabies and Sigrid. Then it was time for virgins. We had Linda from USA, Gabor from Hungary and two ladies from Munich and one from Austria, which names I didn’t catch. (I didn’t know that I had to write this down.) Then there were sinners, four ladies from the walk, (sorry, my mistake, there are no „ladies” in the hash), and two more from the run. They all pleeded „not guilty” for their crimes, which were something like leaving the pack and pissing around, etc, but, as you know, the RA can’t be wrong!
It was about Hash Hymn time when a smell of gulyásleves came in the air. That was already too much, so our starving pack ran to the steaming kettle of excellent gulyásleves, leaving me with my hands in the air at the opening line of „Swing low…” on my lips. So I got my bowl also quickly out of my bag and joined the line. Finally it turned out to be a really great and beautiful day out, with lots of fresh air, some exercise, excellent food, cold beer and a great atmosphere. Once again thanks for those who made it possible.
On-On
Jarkko „Sir Dickman” Saarinen
Stand-In RA
MEMORIES FROM BH3’S "VISEGRÁD" RUN ON 21/OCT/2001
Weather didn’t look very good as we started from Batthány square to Visegrád for run No.557(?). Fog was thick and there was a possibility of rain in the air. Only one hash-car showed up here, so a taxi had to be hired for the carless hashers on foot. But things started to look much better when we arrived to our meeting point at the banks of the Duna. Thanks to the almost perfect mismanagent many more hash-cars (missing badly from the Batthány square car-pool spot) were to be found here, adding up to a total number of 22(!) good hashers. We were welcomed warmly by the Lord Mayor of Dunabogdány and there was still warm pogacsa and a shot of fiery palinka left for us. What a great way to start a run!
So up we went to the park and what we had there? A nice campfire and more food, bacon, and bread with pickled cucumbers. Can it get better than this? Yes, it can! As we were running and walking, the sun came behind the clouds and let us enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Duna bend.
Trail was good, even there was a strange white powder all along it. Anthrax agent? Who knows… Rabies had a couple of desperate attempts to civilize us with his knowledge of history. What a waste of time with hashers…
Cause there was no other M.M. Committee member except Rabies, who was also a hare, I had the honour to be the Stand-In RA. We started the down-downs to the hares and decided that it was an excellent trail. Many thanks and down-downs to Silver Fox, H.E. Mr.J.Schuszter, Rabies and Sigrid. Then it was time for virgins. We had Linda from USA, Gabor from Hungary and two ladies from Munich and one from Austria, which names I didn’t catch. (I didn’t know that I had to write this down.) Then there were sinners, four ladies from the walk, (sorry, my mistake, there are no „ladies” in the hash), and two more from the run. They all pleeded „not guilty” for their crimes, which were something like leaving the pack and pissing around, etc, but, as you know, the RA can’t be wrong!
It was about Hash Hymn time when a smell of gulyásleves came in the air. That was already too much, so our starving pack ran to the steaming kettle of excellent gulyásleves, leaving me with my hands in the air at the opening line of „Swing low…” on my lips. So I got my bowl also quickly out of my bag and joined the line. Finally it turned out to be a really great and beautiful day out, with lots of fresh air, some exercise, excellent food, cold beer and a great atmosphere. Once again thanks for those who made it possible.
On-On
Jarkko „Sir Dickman” Saarinen
Stand-In RA
MAIDEN HARE VISEGRAD VOZAGE, BZ SIGRID
(all the y and z are mixed up. sorrz. Sigrid)
Determined to earn mz Hare T shirt before Christmas I decided to go to Visegrad to assist Rabies, another new destination for me.
Daz 1
Saturdaz saw the lazing of the running trail. Togerther with Silver Fox and Rabies, we cruised towards Visegrad. It was a cold and damp afternoon. We met the mazor and once in the park, armed with bags of white flour off we set. This was a new experience for me. On proceeding to drop the blobs, I was approached bz a group of Hungarian tourists who promptlz asked me what I was doing. Not being able to replz, we were hauled into a wooden hut and told them that no it was not anthrax but flour – we had been warned. One trail down and one to go. As we left, I gazed up at the steep ski slope and knew that I would be running up there TWICE the next daz. Could not wait! and mz shoes were alreadz soaking!
At 7 on Sundaz, Rabies and I raced to Visegrad (BY CAR), and proceeded to laz a "diplomatic" trail - if zou catch mz drift! Bz 9.30, we were back at base to a banana munching breakfast. Thereafter, the Mazor and his wife, together with about 25 others, all arrived. We drank palinka and ate her homemade pogacas. Mmm. Delicious. Over bz the trees, two Hungarian men had arrived and wearing red, frillz aprons, were standing over a steaming cauldron making porkolt.
Then the run! I was exhausted, and decided that walking seemed like a good idea. The views were spectacular. Being a maiden hare with absolutelz no sense of direction meant that Rabies had to ensure that all runners arrived safelz back. Our run was extended, and no, it did not mean the tobogan down the slope on the busz slides, but more running. After about an hour we ran back to base, descending the steep ski slope and celebrated our achievements over a steaming bowl of Hungarian cuisine. It was a daz to remember.
Totallz exhausted, I was in bed bz 8 - the things we have to do to earn our Hare T shirt - on on ZZZZZZZZ.
Sigrid "No Hashname Yet" Shone
Maiden Hare
