BH3'S "NORMAFA" RUN HELD ON 18/NOV/2001
An ugly, foggy, gloomy day in downtown Budapest, but what a splendid, brilliant, bright, sunny Sunday for those 14+1 hashers showing up at Normafa, who were wise enough to join this high altitude event of BH3!
Slaloming down the frosty (yet snowless) "Normafa" ski slopes the Pack dipped into the mighty mist below only to see the difference, then up we ran across the wood to get above the top level of the haze and to see the sun out again.
The +1 was Olga's & Andy's lovely daughter, Baby Emma, who proved to be the only innocent amongst all of us. After the hares, the prominent returnees and the lonely, only virgin, (another American Ed, recovering from a broken leg straight from the Moscow Hash) every and all hashers got a down-down too. The runners were found guilty for not yelling eagerly enough when seeing flour blobs along the route, so poor co-hare Rabies (that's me…) had to do all the yelling himself. The lazy walkers were punished with beer for flatly abandoning the laid track. Not because of getting lost, they did it on purpose. Sigrid, the walkers' hare has admittedly no sense of directions at all, (an invaluable feature for a regular hare), but the walkers took a different route for another reason, not that. Namely: just to make the walk easy. What an impertinence!
Scottish Hare Sigrid Shone was much more than just reluctant to be baptized properly. Neither with beer, nor with pure water. But it didn’t stop our mouthing R.A. Ed "One Short" Corcoran from granting her a well deserved, bright red Official Hare T-shirt for painstaking haring lately, as well as her new Hash-name: "Zyzy". (Why this polysemantic Zyzy? You know, Sigrid is the one who can not tell the "Y"-s from the "Z"-s when using a keyboard. Why? Only Zigrid "Zyzy" knows. Easyzy.)
The On-On went on in the nearby Normafa Ski House Buffet in a rather puritan way. No matter that on the day before co-hare Rabies (that’s me, again) biked up to this restaurant only to make this reservation sure, by the time the tired and hungry Pack ran there they had ran out of their special "Jókai bableves" bean soup. Chewing on cheap chips we could contemplate and talk about the many other restaurants of Budapest, most of them surely better than this.
Ferenc "Rabies" Domján
co-hare & co-GM
An ugly, foggy, gloomy day in downtown Budapest, but what a splendid, brilliant, bright, sunny Sunday for those 14+1 hashers showing up at Normafa, who were wise enough to join this high altitude event of BH3!
Slaloming down the frosty (yet snowless) "Normafa" ski slopes the Pack dipped into the mighty mist below only to see the difference, then up we ran across the wood to get above the top level of the haze and to see the sun out again.
The +1 was Olga's & Andy's lovely daughter, Baby Emma, who proved to be the only innocent amongst all of us. After the hares, the prominent returnees and the lonely, only virgin, (another American Ed, recovering from a broken leg straight from the Moscow Hash) every and all hashers got a down-down too. The runners were found guilty for not yelling eagerly enough when seeing flour blobs along the route, so poor co-hare Rabies (that's me…) had to do all the yelling himself. The lazy walkers were punished with beer for flatly abandoning the laid track. Not because of getting lost, they did it on purpose. Sigrid, the walkers' hare has admittedly no sense of directions at all, (an invaluable feature for a regular hare), but the walkers took a different route for another reason, not that. Namely: just to make the walk easy. What an impertinence!
Scottish Hare Sigrid Shone was much more than just reluctant to be baptized properly. Neither with beer, nor with pure water. But it didn’t stop our mouthing R.A. Ed "One Short" Corcoran from granting her a well deserved, bright red Official Hare T-shirt for painstaking haring lately, as well as her new Hash-name: "Zyzy". (Why this polysemantic Zyzy? You know, Sigrid is the one who can not tell the "Y"-s from the "Z"-s when using a keyboard. Why? Only Zigrid "Zyzy" knows. Easyzy.)
The On-On went on in the nearby Normafa Ski House Buffet in a rather puritan way. No matter that on the day before co-hare Rabies (that’s me, again) biked up to this restaurant only to make this reservation sure, by the time the tired and hungry Pack ran there they had ran out of their special "Jókai bableves" bean soup. Chewing on cheap chips we could contemplate and talk about the many other restaurants of Budapest, most of them surely better than this.
Ferenc "Rabies" Domján
co-hare & co-GM
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