No hare and but 5 die-hard hashers. The decision was made that this was not acceptable for such a monumentous occasion; #850. We will do it again next week when the hare will be NFG Nora along with some helpers. Maybe we could do something after to mark the occasion, any ideas?
On On.
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The Hash met as usual opposite the parliament building where the local politicians spend their time working hard trying not to get caught being more dishonest or more corrupt than the other party. Unlike the Hashers who only think about sex and beer (not necessarily in that order).
wooded hills where collecting the protected snow-drop flowers in spring is a common practice. This time of year, different sorts of flowers can be found (see Hulk's photos). So the 2 runners and 6 walkers set off in 3 cars, and eventually, around the route of the 157 bus we got to the starting place to park cars. St Anus found a nice flat bit one the dented part of Martin's X-Type Jag (a red one of course, more frequently known a Martin's Pussy Magnet) – so a camera was balanced to take a shot of the happy Hashers before they set off (some of them returned less happy than at the start - but more of that later).
We were warned, that due to lack of time and only one hare, there were a very limited number of checks…. We did not know just how limited this was…. But we were told there were no false trails, so this gave a clue..
beside an almost dry river bed, but by the look of the trees and shattered branches in the bottom, when it rains heavily this is not a good place to be (that must explain the presence of the Devil here).
those wimpy walkers were never going to come up this way. They normally chicken out at anything as steep as this (unless there is beer at the top). So the brave2 runners and running hare went on up to the top of one of the highest peaks in the Buda hills. Stopping near the top for some photos and to shout down to the walkers who seemed to be walking backwards and forwards in a disorganised way, as if they were lost. But the walkers saw us, so they changed direction and headed our way.
the sunshine, expecting a menu etc to arrive. But this was not forthcoming, a slightly large, out of breath lady came to take our drinks order, but refused to discuss food, that being the job of "the boss" who we realised after was her husband. So we ordered drinks, and then the chef (the owner) came up with food for the only 2 other people in the establishment. The food looked very good, with large portions. He told us there was no menu, we needed to go down to stand in the road again, to see his sign for today – so down most of us went. This was when it got tough…
was far to difficult to cook 6 meals if we ordered different things from the menu. So we were instructed to decide which meal we wanted, and he would make 6 the same. Unfortunately for him, we were hashers, and making a management decision to eat the same thing was beyond us. He did not appreciate the honest comments made, so he refused to even serve us beer !!!! This was too much for hashers – so after telling him where he might stick his restaurant, we headed back to the town centre. [We need to go back one day for a laugh!]. So back to Moscow Ter, to the favourite hole of St Anus, we were soon happily drinking end eating Goulash and other delicacies. Ending a happy outing for the active hashers… but not the end of the day!
Appearances receded
where at least one of them had been speeding. Passing such things takes time in Hungary, but in the end we arrived and took off to a trail well marked, that is the falsies were.
actually ran now and then. Whether it was their cheerful talking or BB´s irregular hooting that disturbed the activity of a peeping tom, we don´t know, but he ordered them in not exactly her Majesty´s English to "shut up", which of course made them very quiet.
unfortunate plane, clearly explained as Repülés emlékmü, the slow walkers caught up. These were Haggish, Ten Minutes Late, Thomas (?)- FNG and, from now on Mama San. They were giwen poofters´ directions by Stanus and and the brisk walkers took on climbing Szekréoyes hegy with an abandoned launching ramp for gliders. They still get up though, as we saw four of them circling above Vitorlazórepülö tér. (You know where that is, don´t you?) From here it was plain sailing, down-hill past an apparently closed equestrian center and back to the parking lot, by and large avoiding the excellent road covering this distance.
at were assumed having arrived by shortcutting. It turned out they had not. By intense use of technology they were located in Nagyszenászug - the opposite direction of what thy were told to go. Astronomy simply explaned, i.e. the sun´s position did not help, and Hulk set up a rescue expedition. Within smelling range of him they decided to take a different route however - and after one hour´s waiting we could ascertain that no one was missing.
That is the Donkey had left for family busines but on the other hand was substitued by Rabies, who during the waiting - actually substantially less - had taken himself and his push-bike to the hill by raw muscle power, for the circle and the on inn.
given the honourable name of Mama San with appropriate amounts of flour and beer added. Whether this made her decide not to join us for lunch, we don´t know, but she did not when Rabies led us to the Jokai Klub where we had lunch and an impromptu Mis Management Meeting.Report on Hash Number 847
It was a balmy grey Sunday morning as I arrived
promptly at the appointed hour to greet a collection of other hashers poised to take on the challenge set by Hares of the day, SexTax and (yet to be named)Tom. So! you may query, why is this days account scribed by my hand, when it is destined for the tardy arriver. Once again I have been the victim of connivance, conspiracy and false accusations on the part of members of the mismanagement committee, entrapping me into this servitude.
On and Further On
With grand enthusiasm and some suspicion of rain the group set off for
the base of the Citadel, SexTax herded the runners while (yet to be named)Tom, provided additional guidance to the larger but more languid group of walkers. The trail began with a slow accent that tended to circumnavigate the citadel mount. It winded through gentle sloping trails and across flower studded meadows and lawns, There were several stretches of long 
flat gravel covered pathways, allowing the runners to maintain a cruising pace and the walkers to settle back into even deeper thought. The trail included several checkpoints some of which were laid so crafty that they required the intervention of the Hare. Otherwise we would still be running around the Citadel. A series of stairways brought us to the summit and the familiar breathtaking view of
Following a casual jog across the grounds and onto the downward sloping roadway we encountered the welcomed BN mark, adjacent to which was a 
familiar way station. We were soon accommodated with chairs, tables and a round of that venerated amber liquid. The enjoyment or which was accented by unintended entertainment provided by an eclectic assortment of passers-by. Well nourished, we resumed the trail. It led down through sloping smooth pathways and narrow rock strewn catwalks around the East side of the mount. Another breathtaking view to the south and few more check points led to the end, also the beginning, of the Hash. Arriving first, the runners succumbed to waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more till finally the vanguard of the walkers appeared followed shortly thereafter by the remainder of the group.
The Hash circle began with the recognition of the Hares, SexTax and (yet to be named) Tom 
who set a modest and enjoyable route. As the
re were no newcomers or returnees this day, a few trifles and frivolities were proclaimed to create some down downs just for the hell of it, the exception being the usual technology violations. Future Hares anointed themselves with the task for the next two weeks, none of whom I can remember. And Wet Blanket made two very profound announcements, the first having to do with interest in the Rolling Stones concert and the other, I also cannot remember.
Thus closed Hash number 847 to be remembered by few and missed by none.
Yours truly,
Andy aka Cheesy(surely there is a better name)Balls
*We did have a visitor from the Madrid Hash. Well Hungary is a Budapesti girl living in Madrid.
May 20th 18:00
When?: This Thursday
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