#1000 Description

Since losing track of our hash numbering over the past 10-20 years due to senility and maybe too much drinking... By the slaughtering a fattened calf and many doves to the hash Gods, it has been divined that early this June, Budapest Hash House Harriers, Hungary's premier hash, conditions will be most favorable to host our 1,000th hash....especially since many of our members are getting a bit long in the tooth.






Through tremendous team spirit, marinated with healthy doses of beers, more than a few Shut The Fuck Ups, we have mismanaged concockting a weekend we are sure you will remember...like your first case of crabs. Surprisingly we want to share it with you, again, like your first case of crabs.




Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks? I am sure you all heard about our monumental #900th run 2 years ago, we still reminisce about it around the camp fire while roasting marshmallows. Well it seems you can in fact start too late with getting out information, 2 weeks proved not to be enough for you people to get your shit together.


We've learned!








Start your clocks, you now have 4 months to plan to get your asses to Budapest to join us for the once in a lifetime hash.

I have ZERO reservations in saying this will be the best Budapest Hash House Harriers #1000 run EVER!!! (you can tell I am serious because of the 3 exclamation marks)

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Click here for the registration form and more details....

Accommodation

Csilleberc Rec Center
Click Galeria then Szallas for room photos

1st Hash of 2010

Run Report 9.. written by Haggis

Hares: Andrea (Ropy Tits), Giving Head

Runners: Incredible and Rabies

Walkers: Eager Beaver, Haggis, Agi, Anikó (visiting from England)

We had our coldest Hash run/walk on this snowy, windy and frosty Sunday morning. Giving Head gave a helping hand to a Virgin Hare, Andrea who was baptized later but at this point she was still Andrea.

Very cleverly the trail was well prepared the day before, all the flour was layed but the problem was that snowing started later so white flour under lots of white snow was not very easy to detect ......|

The hares were not enthusiastic or smart enough to reset the trail early in the morning before the hash with red pepper ... but GH requested Incredible Hulk to put a bottle of Uni-come into the beer bag hoping that drunk hashers would not need guidance in the snow.

The beer arrived late because Haggis had to run home to charge her phone leaving the Hashers freezing to death waiting.

„Agi (Turner) needed Incredible to give her something to warm her up before she would start the walk - when she was satisfied the Hash started” (quote from Incredible)

The trail started mercilessly up and up a steep slope and continued up some steps. Some less fit Walkers almost went home. (Ten Minutes Late would have enjoyed it.)

The Hare shouted when the runners reached a check, as they were invisible under the snow (so how could the runners find the trail of invisible flour?)

Then the trail took us up more steps, then into the woods. At he hill top we had a very good hash view of Budapest. As some hashers were still feeling cold we had a Father Abraham stop at the top.

It was a bit slippery downhill but finally we found ourselves in the most posh ever beer stop at the Árnyas restaurant with turn-of-the-century decor, striped wallpaper and an elegant stove Three hashers had mulled wine but the rest of the pack went for beer. When we saw the menu, decided to go back to the resto to eat. The hashers were so hungry that GH allowed them to cheat and get on a bus to reach the beer car.

During the circle everybody was freezing so Unicum rescued us, especially GH, who had a lot of down-downs but also kept pouring this wonderful brown stuff into other hashers’ glasses.

Then the solemn moment(s) of Andrea’s naming came. Due to the freezing wind hashers accepted the only one suggestion: Ropy Tits (for those who were not present, it refers to her hobby of being tied up... hence "rope", with a second meaning of "ropy" - British English meaning of ropy being slang for poor quality or inferior).

The the circle finished with Swing Low and the pack rushed back to the beer stop to eat (except Rabies).