Monday, May 28, 2007

May 27th - +849.5 Erzsébet kilátó





Hare: None
Scribe: Run by Battery and Trigimist (sic?)

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.

BTW Even though few showed we had a great day.

Pack: Run By Battery, Trigimist, Smokey Donkey, StAnus, NFG Thomas

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Engineering Made Easy

An older video about a revolutionary type of engine. Could be a bit difficult for non-native english speakers out there.





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Sunday, May 20, 2007

May 20th - #849 Remete Hegy

Hare: Run By Battery

Hash Gets Thrown Out Of Exclusive Restaurant – And Mama San's Ivories get tinkled!

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).

Our hare for the day, Run-by-Battery had set the trail in a quiet part of the 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..

After a short distance on tarmac road, we were in the forest, a very nice bit of forest, with some of the tallest trees of the Buda hills – a very beautiful part. Strange that the name for the area is Devil's Crack (or Devil's Valley, or something like that…). A few blobs of flour told us we were on trail as the runners left the yacking walkers far behind, the trail ran 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).

After a kilometre or so, the trail went over the river-bed and up the other side, to a rocky cliff face with a romantic old cave, which probably had housed Neolithic cave men a few thousand years ago. The current residents seemed to be slightly less evolved than those hunter-gatherers – with an old dog kennel, a primitive chimney and some very grubby old clothes hanging up to dry. The cave was not quite as beautiful as it might be, so we decided not to wander in to look at the majestic interior, partly from fear of being chewed by some mangy hound (one hasher with her legs up recovering from canine wounds is enough!). Rabies living up to his name for avoiding dogs (probably preferring pussies) so we went around the front and up the steep slope, until it became obvious that we were not going to get anywhere this way (and there was no flour anyhow) so we went back down towards the river and back to the main path to continue along the blobs of flour.

It was one of the nicest areas in the Buda hills – really very peaceful with hardly any other walkers even on one of the nicest days of the year – it was good to be under the shade of these huge trees on such a hot day.

Then the blobs went over the river again and then up, up, up and further up. It was obvious that 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.

We knew they were not going to climb more than a few meters of the hill before retiring injured or finding some excuse to give up, so there was no point waiting for them. So the runners continued running along the paths, with the intention of running down the other side of the hill, after the flour trail sort of died…. We thought that at the worst, we can get a bus back to the staring point with the cars, so there was no problem stretching out and having a good run. After a while, a wooden sign post told us that we had several choices, one of them had an ideogram (diagram for stupid people) telling us that a bus route was to the right – so that was what we needed – even Hashers understood this – so right it was. The path ran down, down, down (good for hashers!) – Rabies ran down slalom style, obviously missing the snow this time of year.

This was a good running section in spite of the lack of flour, eventually coming out into civilisation, and seeing a bus about to leave at the end of the road, just too far to get to it before it left. But, our fearless runners tracked down a local sales-man beside his car, who told us that if we took this road to the right, then took a left, then a right, then a straight on, and left and right where possible etc. , we would end up where we started. Rabies seemed to have some understanding of these instructions, so off we set.. It was not so difficult, and after asking once or twice more we neared our starting point. A hundred meters or so away from the start we found a nice little traditional beer & food establishment – useful for later we thought!

So reaching the cars, Rabies decided he needed a swim and personal services before the evening concert, so he left us to find a bus, an the hare and Hulk wandered off to find the walkers. About a kilometre or so into the woods, the walkers were found –the first ones were smiling and happy with a strenuous but satisfying walk. The other walkers approached with a little black cloud floating over the heads, on arrival, threats of slow death and ceremonial funerals for the hare were issued – probably because she had told them the walk was a nice flat one, but the walkers, led by St Anus, followed the runners up the hill ! As an innocent bystander – I would guess that St Anus was the one to blame as he was the one who took the others up the hill, but he seemed happy to leave the blame on Run by Battery (typical American).

Finally, after much debate, the hashers headed back to the cars, where the lack of beer prevented us having a circle… (a terrible crime for which some future punishment should be issued). A couple of Hashers, the Dyke and Martin, decided not to stop, and head back to town. All said sad good-byes to the Dyke, as she and BB will be leaving Budapest for good .

The remaining hashers wandered up the road to the little restaurant found by the runners. The 6 of us settled at a table up on the terrace in 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…

Nora and Run-by-Battery did not want a big dinner se they asked to share a single meal. This was greeted with disbelief and horror by the chef – this was not permissible… Furthermore, it 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!




At 18:00 was a Bartok piano concert by nobody but out own Mama-san, in the house of Bartok himself… A lovely house (the American lady in front of us asked if Bartok was still living there – fortunately the answer was NO since spectral beings tend to put me off…) . Several Hashers attended the concert (many arriving late and having to creep in quietly). But all had a great time, we were universal in our praise for Mama San, who's digits were dashing up and down the ivories in an incredible way, a magnificent performance, so those who missed it really missed a fantastic event!

Congratulations Mama San – you were fantastic !!!




So ended another Hasher's Day – despite the lack of a circle, and not even a little rendition of Sweet Chariot, it was a day to remember! All those armchair Hashers who read this should know that shifting their back-ends down to Batthyany Ter Sunday at 11:30 will give you more than some exercise and a beer or two! So Get On Down!

OnOn!
Incredible Hulk

Here is a Link to IH's photos


Hare: Run By Batter
Pack: Rabies, Incredible Hulk, Dyke, 10 Minutes Late, Smokey Donkey, NFG Thomas, NFG Nora




Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Pre-Social Hash Culture

All Hashers in Budapest,

You can have some extra culture and fun prior to the extra "Blue Danube" hash social on Thursday night! Just be there on the piano concert before! Jeffrey Briar pianist (also a qualified laughter leader, a yoga guru and recently an Oprah Winfrey Show star guest...) visiting from California shall entertain all of us who come.

FREE entry! (Donations welcome, however.)

See the attached banner for details, and the also attached map for the location.

Take bus 22 (starting from Moszkva ter square) to get there.

For the place of the concert the Music Hall of "Lauder Javne" was picked, i.e. of a Jewish private school in Budapest, just to stop dear (?) RA. None Smokey Donkey calling me an "anti-Semite" any more in public...

OnOn, Rabies

Sunday, May 13, 2007

May 13th - #848 Csillebérc

Hares: NFG Nora and St.Anus (psosd) (Route)

Scribe: Bursting Bladder

Appearances receded
somehow for run 848 where only 8 hashers turned out. Hares were Nora and fortunately Stanus who covered for her in her absence. The good part is we could do with two cars and set off to the parking lot behind Csillaberc.

It was a beautiful day apart from we had to pass two car wrecks 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.

As usual there were two groups, the walkers and the, let us say, fast walkers, fortunate enough to have the hare among them, the others "among them" beeing Non-smokey Donkey (Sic!) BB and the Incredible who 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.

After having studied the broken wing of an 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.

Hulk was speeding ahead with keys for the amber to quelch the thirst of the walkers that 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.

Due to foregoing procrastination the circle was made short and sweet without virgins, visitors, newcomers, announcements or returnees. There was a Japanese though, and midst a lot of charming suggestions for names she was 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.


Here is the link to Incredible Hulk's photos
Here is the link to Stanus's photos

Friday, May 11, 2007

May 6th - #847 Gellért Hegy

Hares: Sex Tax and NFG Tom (Route Map)

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 Budapest environs.

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 there 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.

Hiroko Does Bartok and friends

May 20th 18:00

Budapest Hash House Harriers' very own, though by her own omission has only joined us around 3 times, hasher will be giving a piano recital in Bartok House in Buda on the 20th of May starting at 18:00. Please click Mr. Bartok for further details.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Announcement - Social

When?: This Thursday

"Just one tiny little thing: the get together at Bastille Bar on Thursday is not at 8.30, not at 7.30, but at 8.00 p.m."-Dyke

Where? Bastille Bar, 22 Zichy Jeno Utca, pince/basement (Click the full beer if you are still hopelessly lost)

How much? Cheap

Why? You ain't got anything better to do

Who? You ask a lot of F#*ing questions, just be there!

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Happy May Day


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