Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Video guide to understanding all those funny buggers

For anyone who has been a little confused by many of our hash members this video should help...but probably not.

Oct. 28th - Hash #871(?) Bangcocks Back

Hare: Bangcock
Scribe: Cuz he could tell a time change we he saw one....Bangcock!

Here goes:

The start of Sunday's Hash was mad. The Hash weather Gods cooperated with a decent day but the Gods of Chronological Accuracy threw a "hissy fit" and thoroughly confused the hare (moi), Paresh and Svetlana. We managed to get to Battyhany an hour early thinking we were on time. We waited a half an hour and decided that, since no one else had shown up, we would save this trail for another week and we departed.

I was changing back at my flat when I got a call from Jaws advising me of the fact that the clocks were set back last night and the time we should have been at the start was NOW. Scheisse!!!!!

Dashing back to Battyhany I found a pack of, I believe, eleven hashers champing at the bit. Not in any particular order they were: Sex Tax, Rabies, Mamma San, Hulk, Cheesey Balls, St. Anus, French Tom,Randall, Sheila, Ronald and Juliette. I apologize if I left anyone out and for not remembering all Hash Names. Unfortunately my two companions from the "early" start had departed on other missions and couldn't return.

At any rate we soon jumped into the available vehicles and-or took the 11 bus to the start at the same venue as last weeks romp and off we went into the woods but on the other side of the road this time. The runners were baying as they charged down the trail with someone, whose name I won't mention, taking a header on the slippery path.

After a few checks which the runners very thoroughly investigated, we came to the first of the two scenic view sites and the walkers were right behind. We clambered out on the rocky promentory to admire the view of the leaves that have changed colors on the trees down in the valley then it was off once more.

Sliding down the red mud slope to the hiking path below the runners took off up the trail and around the bend to the second scenic view site, again with the walking group closely behind. Once there we got to clamber out onto a rocky knoll where the valley really opened out below us. It was good that we were able to get out to see the trees this week as the leaves may well be gone shortly.

From this point the hare (moi) led out to check the trail, lay new marks and mark the runner-walker trail split. The pack following had to climb through the rocks up to the top of the rocky hill, go through an old concrete "pill box" (smelly) and along a fenceline behind some very nice residences. Then it was back down the hill while scrambling across the slope till we were back on the hiking trail again.

From this point the trail followed arrows to the runner-walker split where the runners went down the hill to do their extended run-in through a couple of checks on the paved roads and then did a beat back up the "main" road to the On-In. The walkers went further along the path before climbing the hill once more on another trail and following part of the original trail in reverse to the On-In.

The beer arrived in good order and the hare was only slightly chastized for the trail being too short. However, since the hare (moi) is a card carrying member of HALT (Hashers Against Long Trails) he did not feel badly about the trail length.

We welcomed back our hashers returning from abroad, Sex Tax and Rabies, and our returnees, Randall and Sheila, and even had a birthday down-down but for the life of me I can't remember whose it was. After the down-downs, Rabies conducted an auction for the lovely T-shirts he brought back from the Dubai Hash and we closed the circle.

ON! ON!
BC

Monday, October 22, 2007

Oct 7th - Hash #868 - Normafa

Hare: Hairless...so Baldric
Scribe: Not so-NFG Juidth


Judith has let down the HASH

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Sept 30th - Hash #867

Hareless
Scribe: Wet Blanket


Sickness has laid me low so here's my vague memories of Sunday's attempt at a run/walk. Can't recall half the hash names or ordinary names so a pathetic attempt.

After the usual, no unusually long delays trying to decide where to go and what to do, with no official hares forthcoming, the smallish group with a virgin and two returnees (Dutch and Hungarian) from the wilds of Switzerland (Thun area) formerly Budapest and Lake Balaton (hashers may recall their splendid meals and hospitality on previous momentous occasions, pity I can only remember Andrea's name, its the sickness upon me), ended up at Normafa.

Minus flour and suitable tracks, the handful of runners amazingly returned at the allotted time but walkers meandered aimlessly about and several lost souls turned up late, complaining bitterly. One was apparently told off or accosted he said by an old lady but no valid explanation was given, unless I missed it completely. I (Wet blanket, the only hash name I can remember) was one of the lost ones, and had to desperately ask a native at one point where the bloody bus was or at least the road. Not the most prestigious hash. Forgive my ramblings.

WB