Incredible Hulk
Scribe : Frustrated Frog
BEAUTIFUL VIEWS OF BUDAPEST
We gathered as usual at bathyani ter at 11:30 on a rather cloudy day.
We then went directly by car to the starting point of the trail which had been graciously selected by hulk and split up into two groups runners and walkers.
We started off right away.
We had a new hasher from Norway joining our ranks that day and one leaving us permanently to go back to her native Germany.
Petra we will miss you.
After having to put up with our hungarian literature specialist martin who recently published his long awaited massive blockbuster book on the conflicting trends in post WWI hungarian literature we finally arrived back to our original starting point.
Take care
Frustrated frog
Link to Agi's photos
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
June 27th 2009 - Hash #949????
Scribe: NFG Nicola
Hash Trash
Budapest HHH 949
June 14 2009
On a gorgeous sunny day 5 hashers, Incredible Hulk, Ten Minutes Late , Piece of Pizza , NFHN András and me NFHN Nicola gathered at Battyányi tér for a mystery tour. The tour being mysterious to all of us as no one had volunteered to lay a trail despite Rabies` persistent pestering. We were hareless but not directionless.
We threw out a few suggestions.
The island I said, no: TML had been there the previous day.
The Hills, the hills: not again! and then the name Csepel rang out. Sounded good. Twas TMB` s choice. Then András mentioned some lakes around there that he had visited in his long lost youth.
We all posed for the usual in front of parliament shots this time spiced up with the stunning view of a blue gingham bikini top courtesy of PP. Mama mia! We picked up few beers in Spar and headed out in Hulk`s car. András`map reading skills came in handy as once on the island of Csepel we veered off the beaten track and drove down a dirt road to the old pebble quarry ( kavicsos tó) which is now very full of water. And very picturesque it was too with houses dotted all round.
From your run down shack to mini castles with turrets. We thought about getting into an old rickety rowing boat below us but decided not to due to the lack of oars. PP spotted, actually sniffed out some ruccola in the undergrowth. Would be perfect for pizza . Other bounties of nature were some very sour sour cherries and apricots too unripe to pick yet.
The walk proceeded pleasantly, flat all the way with plenty of sights including a crazy paving house with a scary gargoyle that Hulk posed in front of. It bore an amazing likeness. There were some corn fields I hid in and luscious larger ladies sunbathing with very little on. Quite a few plots were for sale and we imagined buying a simple hut and having Hash barbecues in the garden. If we all just chipped in a bit ........... We thought about having a dip in the lake but it was murky and PP was the only one who had a bikini. Next time make sure you all bring one along!
It`s normally customary for anyone feeling the call of nature to discreetly slip behind some bushes but Hulk on seeing a freestanding toilet could not resist the urge. The beer stop was a small beer garden that was nicely decorated with lager cans hanging from the beams in the shape of a plane. What craftsmanship was evident in the propeller: jagged bits of tin. Then it was on on- back to the car and then to a nearby restaurant just off the motorway for gulyás soups, pörkölt and erős pista liberally smeared on bread. A great hash, a grand day out as Wallace would said, in an area that was new to most of us.
Nicola NFHN (Absolutely stunning she still has no hash name!!)
Hash Trash
Budapest HHH 949
June 14 2009
On a gorgeous sunny day 5 hashers, Incredible Hulk, Ten Minutes Late , Piece of Pizza , NFHN András and me NFHN Nicola gathered at Battyányi tér for a mystery tour. The tour being mysterious to all of us as no one had volunteered to lay a trail despite Rabies` persistent pestering. We were hareless but not directionless.
We threw out a few suggestions.
The island I said, no: TML had been there the previous day.
The Hills, the hills: not again! and then the name Csepel rang out. Sounded good. Twas TMB` s choice. Then András mentioned some lakes around there that he had visited in his long lost youth.
We all posed for the usual in front of parliament shots this time spiced up with the stunning view of a blue gingham bikini top courtesy of PP. Mama mia! We picked up few beers in Spar and headed out in Hulk`s car. András`map reading skills came in handy as once on the island of Csepel we veered off the beaten track and drove down a dirt road to the old pebble quarry ( kavicsos tó) which is now very full of water. And very picturesque it was too with houses dotted all round.
From your run down shack to mini castles with turrets. We thought about getting into an old rickety rowing boat below us but decided not to due to the lack of oars. PP spotted, actually sniffed out some ruccola in the undergrowth. Would be perfect for pizza . Other bounties of nature were some very sour sour cherries and apricots too unripe to pick yet.
The walk proceeded pleasantly, flat all the way with plenty of sights including a crazy paving house with a scary gargoyle that Hulk posed in front of. It bore an amazing likeness. There were some corn fields I hid in and luscious larger ladies sunbathing with very little on. Quite a few plots were for sale and we imagined buying a simple hut and having Hash barbecues in the garden. If we all just chipped in a bit ........... We thought about having a dip in the lake but it was murky and PP was the only one who had a bikini. Next time make sure you all bring one along!
It`s normally customary for anyone feeling the call of nature to discreetly slip behind some bushes but Hulk on seeing a freestanding toilet could not resist the urge. The beer stop was a small beer garden that was nicely decorated with lager cans hanging from the beams in the shape of a plane. What craftsmanship was evident in the propeller: jagged bits of tin. Then it was on on- back to the car and then to a nearby restaurant just off the motorway for gulyás soups, pörkölt and erős pista liberally smeared on bread. A great hash, a grand day out as Wallace would said, in an area that was new to most of us.
Nicola NFHN (Absolutely stunning she still has no hash name!!)
Monday, June 1, 2009
June 1st 2009 - Hash #951-ish Fenyõgyöngye
Hare: Baldrick
Scribe: Incredible Hulk
Baldrick's long one
Scribe: Incredible Hulk
Baldrick's long one
A hot Sunday morning brought a good group of Hashers out at the usual meeting point, many of the regulars, 3 visitors from Amsterdam HHH and a brace of visiting Canadian virgins (Haggis made them cum). The gathering occupied itself chatting and taking photos while our Hare Baldrick dragged Run by Battery to the supermarket for essential liquid nourishment for Hashers. Eventually Baldrick appeared to join his co-hare (Titty-Tata) and the group and with whistle and shouting eventually got about half the group to board a bus for the run starting point, the remaining 10 took to the 2 available cars and set off in convoy.
Soon the cars were heading north and up into the Buda hills, it was warm enough to need the air conditioning for the hot passengers. On we sped, past the caves and on up to the bus terminal stop at Fenyõgyöngye where there was parking for us. Had the bus already arrived? Rabies No, only after quite a wait as the clouds moved in and sprinkled us with warm rain, but it soon past by and the bus arrived, as did arrived on his bike.
So after booking a table in the nearby resto Baldrick explained the flour markings and everyone set off, strangely Rabies decided to bring his bike, more of this later. The trail went straight up the nearest hill, this was hard on the Amsterdam hashers, the slope was more that they see! It was not that easy for Rabies and his bike either. The first check was almost wiped out (by weather, pigs or passing ramblers), so without the hare we would not have found it, we hoped it was not all going to be like this. The false trails were found, and Ptwang, Jaws and others headed off with plenty of “OnOn’s” through the forest, on and up. The subsequent checks were all in good condition, they were pretty well set, holding back the FRBs and for the first few, even the walkers kept up. But with the longer sections up into the forest, the first few runners got further ahead.
For some of the sections, the path was almost flat, so Rabies was able to mount up and pedal easily past the runners. But sometimes the slope was too much, especially when the climb got steep in the rock slopes above the air field. The FRBs rested and enjoyed the views at the top for a while and the other “runners” made it up the slope (nobody could run up that), even Rabies managed to get his bike up to the top, the FRBs did wonder if they should go help him, but the idea soon past. The river looked impressive in spite of the low cloud across the city. Onwards, flour blobs were sought, but they were not readily found up here, fortunately we knew we were going to a beer stop, and in the forest covered hills, there is only one place that could be, so despite the lack of blobs, the pack soon found trail and were again climbing up hill, over the brow of the hill and down to the little bar-resto.
The big umbrellas outside over the tables and benches were just what we needed, the runners settled down to some beers and the walkers soon arrived. At that point the Dutch weather arrived, so we were pleased to be under the brollies. A few small snacks were bought (bread and dripping with red onions – a staple Hungarian snack) and a basket of bread left over on the next table with a pot of good hot paprika paste were acquired, which made everyone happy. The rain got heavier, and stared dropping down between the gaps above us, so most people headed inside – the warm air had gone by this time, the temperature had gone down a long way, so the usual moaning started and coats were found to keep the moaning levels down.
The group sat and chatted for a while until the rain eased off a bit, then we all set off for the relatively short trot down the hill to the circle, a nice easy run. At the bottom, Incredible hopped in his car to go back to taxi the trailing walkers in the rain, so with a couple of trips, everyone was down and ready for the circle. The circle was run by the visiting RA and many rewards given for virgins, offences and any excuse possible until the beer supply was almost gone. Then across the road to the resto and a good meal enjoyed by all from the extensive menu. Thanks Hares- you did a great job
Soon the cars were heading north and up into the Buda hills, it was warm enough to need the air conditioning for the hot passengers. On we sped, past the caves and on up to the bus terminal stop at Fenyõgyöngye where there was parking for us. Had the bus already arrived? Rabies No, only after quite a wait as the clouds moved in and sprinkled us with warm rain, but it soon past by and the bus arrived, as did arrived on his bike.
So after booking a table in the nearby resto Baldrick explained the flour markings and everyone set off, strangely Rabies decided to bring his bike, more of this later. The trail went straight up the nearest hill, this was hard on the Amsterdam hashers, the slope was more that they see! It was not that easy for Rabies and his bike either. The first check was almost wiped out (by weather, pigs or passing ramblers), so without the hare we would not have found it, we hoped it was not all going to be like this. The false trails were found, and Ptwang, Jaws and others headed off with plenty of “OnOn’s” through the forest, on and up. The subsequent checks were all in good condition, they were pretty well set, holding back the FRBs and for the first few, even the walkers kept up. But with the longer sections up into the forest, the first few runners got further ahead.
For some of the sections, the path was almost flat, so Rabies was able to mount up and pedal easily past the runners. But sometimes the slope was too much, especially when the climb got steep in the rock slopes above the air field. The FRBs rested and enjoyed the views at the top for a while and the other “runners” made it up the slope (nobody could run up that), even Rabies managed to get his bike up to the top, the FRBs did wonder if they should go help him, but the idea soon past. The river looked impressive in spite of the low cloud across the city. Onwards, flour blobs were sought, but they were not readily found up here, fortunately we knew we were going to a beer stop, and in the forest covered hills, there is only one place that could be, so despite the lack of blobs, the pack soon found trail and were again climbing up hill, over the brow of the hill and down to the little bar-resto.
The big umbrellas outside over the tables and benches were just what we needed, the runners settled down to some beers and the walkers soon arrived. At that point the Dutch weather arrived, so we were pleased to be under the brollies. A few small snacks were bought (bread and dripping with red onions – a staple Hungarian snack) and a basket of bread left over on the next table with a pot of good hot paprika paste were acquired, which made everyone happy. The rain got heavier, and stared dropping down between the gaps above us, so most people headed inside – the warm air had gone by this time, the temperature had gone down a long way, so the usual moaning started and coats were found to keep the moaning levels down.
The group sat and chatted for a while until the rain eased off a bit, then we all set off for the relatively short trot down the hill to the circle, a nice easy run. At the bottom, Incredible hopped in his car to go back to taxi the trailing walkers in the rain, so with a couple of trips, everyone was down and ready for the circle. The circle was run by the visiting RA and many rewards given for virgins, offences and any excuse possible until the beer supply was almost gone. Then across the road to the resto and a good meal enjoyed by all from the extensive menu. Thanks Hares- you did a great job
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