Tuesday, April 10, 2007

April 7th - #843 Nagykovácsi "Easter Hash"

Rabbits: BB & the Dyke


Again apologies for wrong names.

This was expected to be a quiet run being Easter weekend, but more and more people kept turning up until there was 22. Svetlana even left overnight mass at 5 to be with us. Four cars so we all crammed in, myself looking after the beer in BB's boot. Followed by police car for a while so used our diplomatic immunity by pulling faces and showing my arse.

Drove out to Nagykovacsi where the 2 local virgin sisters Zsuzsa and Cecilia came from by strange coincidence (must be another valley of beautiful women). Up a dead end track where we assembled for a briefing from rabbits BB and Dyke of not to get lost as the local hunters shoot anything after dark. And then we were off on on up, following half missing marks (BB has no luck).

Came across first strange check - a circle with 3E inside. The runners then following walkers
scattered and with a little help from BB found 3 hidden Easter eggs. Once found some were eaten by hungry not Hungary hashers, some given as gifts to the less fortunate hashers who didn't find one - so much love about.

Up to the top of Nagy Szenas for great views and then on on down to another egg check where a dog had left a number 2 in the middle (perhaps it couldn't find any eggs). Then on down into forest carpeted in flowers until they were trampled by hashers seeking eggs. The runners did an extra loop meeting up with the walkers for a five-egg check, to much hilarity. up a steepish slope to another egg-check by unexplained monument from 1926.

Two cyclists saw me looking and said: "Are you looking for an egg? Well, it's behind my bike."

So, I had to explain what was going on. Polluting Cunning Linguist, showed her arse without diplomatic immunity. Once eggs were found and Liz had come up the hill, then up some more, and down to down down where Liz was the first one there. Beers cracked open and down downs first for the rabbits with usual complaints too flat, etc.

We had to sing from the hash song book due to the lack of expert hashers. Next visiting Hair something and Cunning Linguist from Cologne but Singapore home hash. Next came the virgins Babak, Zsuzsa and Cecilia . Next BB asked for the returnees looking at Hiroko
and she said: "No, I'm Japanese." A bit of confusion, but very funny. Another returnee On time from four years previous (a record?). Next 10 minutes late and run on batteries, and Babak (who wasn't very happy claiming he didn't know the rules) and either Zsuzsa or Cecilia had been spotted having sex on the hash so centre of the circle for down downs.

So many other offences but as we'd spent so long looking for eggs we had to
go to On Inn. BB made a couple of trips to ferry eaters and then dropped Liz and Trina back into centre where they were wine tasting. Excellent food at Ordongos where we had a devilish good time. BB and myself for the second week running ordered the same food coincidentally, this time goose legs. Paid, said our goodbyes and had inspirational lift back to Moskva Ter where myself and St Anus caught the metro. I spent the night wine tasting trying to forget the fact that I was forced scribe, offered to hare next week and I'd stubbed my toe which hurt.


Easter Joke.
...what do you get if you throw boiling water down a rabbit hole...?
...you get a hot cross bunny...!

Another Joke.
An English doctor is being shown around a Scottish hospital. At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first patient he sees, and the man proclaims:
"Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin' race!"

The English doctor, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient,and immediately the patient launches into:
"Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it."

This continues with the next patient:

"Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!"

"Well," the English doctor mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."

"Oh no," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the serious Burns unit."


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