Budapest Hash House Harriers

HASH TRASH Sunday 10 July 2011

2011-07-20T08:50:00.002+02:00

If anyone had told me that I would be a scribe for arriving last BEFORE 1130hrs at the appointed place,
I would have laughed! Well the laugh is on me because as usual I arrived early, but unbelievably I was the LAST
one there....and so I have the reluctant (but enthusiastic?) honour.

This was one of the hottest days in 80 something years here in Budapest, so the
Hash only lived up to part of the it's motto.....in that there was drinking but no running involved. I cannot
remember the last time I only walked all the way on a trail!
Smokey Donkey decided he wanted to try out some Rom Kerts, so off we went to the 7th District, where some
prolific ones are to be found. Surprisingly only one was open at that time of the day....and that was Koleves.
So we enjoyed a drink there. However we witnessed a dog being abused rather badly by it's owner, so Smokey
Donkey was quick to shout at the owner to stop it. A consensus was echoed by some other patrons too, one of
whom also exchanged some words in Hungarian with the dog's owner. I guess the aggressive dog owner sized up his
position, and had it only been Smokey I am convinced he would have challenged him to a duel, but sensing he
was outnumbered, in his wisdom he refrained and backed off. I am sure Donkey was ready to beat the shit out of the
dog owner, given half a chance!
So having saved the poor dog we marched on to the
next venue, which was Grandios (or something like that). Luckily this place was well shaded by trees so it was
comfortable. Indeed so much so that we ended up having lunch there, along with some more drinks.This time
with little in the form of entertainment other than watching a bunch of hung over young
Americans who had obviously just woken up from partying the night before.

After a relaxing stop, we marched on.

The next stop along this arduous trail was a 'local' underground in the 8th District. Again without much incident.

The trail ended eventually in Varosliget at Kertem, which was quite busy and a number of dogs were running around
happily chasing each other. Smokey Donkey was still thinking about the abusive dog owner, so decided to find
out how to report such cruelty and abuse. There happened to be a stall for the WWF at Kertem, so he went and
enquired, and was advised he should just report it to the police, as there does not seem to be a body such as the
RSPCA in Hungary! Jaws recalled that on the previous Hash some Americans had their car broken into and valuables stolen, and they
had reported it to the police. But the police had still not arrived over a hour later when the hash had finished
the circle, so what chance is there that they would respond to a call for animal abuse?

But then this hash has it's fair share of Rabid animals and victims of Rabid animals. And even Rabid GMs for that
matter.....And then there is the constant entertaining victimisation of 'Customers' experienced by hashers at many
an etterem here in Hungary! One just does not know whether to laugh or cry. I guess you laugh when it happens to
someone else and you cry when it happens to you!

And so ended the hash.

In the true spirit of a
Hash there was a lot of drinking, but the problem being no running!

On On
Jaws, the scribe

Hash Trash – 17 July 2011

2011-07-20T08:49:00.002+02:00

It was a beautiful sunny day at Battyhany ter and not nearly as HOOOOT as the previous Sunday. Those who turned up were like the Marines, “the few and the proud.” We had a new cummer, a visitor from Sweden and two returnees. The group was “Three Times a Weenie” and his lady “Maringay” from Scotland via Al Ain in the UAE, “Just Jake” from Sweden and the Phnom Penh Hash, Jurgen from Germany, a long time resident in Budapest but a first time hasher, “Pussy Willow”, Run by Batteries”, “Rabies” on his bicycle and your scribe, “Bang Cock.

We hung around Battyhany for a bit thinking that Kinga might show up, LOL, and then took the #11 bus to the end of the line on Torokvesz ut except for Nata who had her red formula one car and Rabies who had his two wheel chain drive vehicle. It was agreed that Rabies would be the hare on his bicycle and then Three Times a Weenie and Just Jake volunteered to be co-hares. They set out to set the trail followed much later by the pack setting out at about 12:20.

With three hares and one on a bicycle they did lay a ell marked trail. Even all of the false trails were marked with an “X”.(and there were many false trails. I can never understand how the trail can always seem to be going up and never down. This was the case as we wandered back and forth through the woodland until we arrived at the look out that is built like a part of a castle up on Kecske-hegy. We were still feeling frisky at that point so in honor of the trou de cou that we have in the White House I led the group in a rendition of “Father Abdul Obama”. There was a family with children nearby and they were much amused.

Following that, the hares took off once more and after an interval so did the pack. Now here is where it began to unravel. Again the trail was well marked but was heading (Head…who said head?) in an odd direction. We again meandered through the woods down to Szepvolgyi ut but instead of going up or down the road OR turning back to the start, the trail took us across the road and up to several “scenic viewpoints” up and across on Harmashatar-hegy. By this time all of us believed that Rabies had departed as the hare and somehow had smuggled “Baldric” back to lay one of his fabled “Death Marches”. As in the Lord of the Rings, the road went ever on and on and on. Finally, out of water and on our last legs, we arrived at the old bar by the Hanger only to learn that the bar was closed last month. We all collapsed but managed to get some water from the taps in the rest rooms of the Hanger which is now being used as a hall for weddings and private parties.

From there after many death threats, Rabies promised to take the shortest route possible back to the start. Unfortunately most of us knew how far that was and we had no choice but to stumble and crawl in the direction that would lead us to the beer. Rabies still took us through some more “scenic viewpoints” for which he was verbally abused. (No one had the energy to get physical.) Finally we came down off the hills and, wouldn’t you just know it, the final half kilometer or so was uphill an heading in on Torokvesz ut. (Too tired to say Head…Who said Head.) Now I know how the prisoners on Bataan felt as I collapsed at the end and learning that it was almost 16:30 or 4:30 pm.

All in all, four hours on trail I feel is a bit much however well marked it was and however interesting it may have been. An hour and a half is fine. Two hours can work but over that I feel is punishing for a normal weekly hash. Comments???

Praise be to God but while we were finding bits of shade and flaking out on the curb, RBB went and got us some cold beer to help us recover so we could drag ourselves into some semblance of a circle. 3X did the RA honors and did a good job of it. We also realized that Just Jake had been hashing for a while but had not been named. Since he was a co-hare today that qualified him so after much deliberation he is now known as “ Hard Worn Hymen”. Everyone was too fatigued to have a long circle and when the bus came we made our way over to it and back down to Battyhany ter for a very nice (but very late) luncheon at a restaurant whose name escapes me. It is on the same side as the church but a block away on the street along side of the market. All’s well that ends well.

ON! ON!
BC

Hash #1??? July 19 2011

2011-06-22T09:08:00.002+02:00

Scribe - Baldrik

Woke up at 1030 and looked in the mirror and as usual thought why am I an arsehole. Walked down the stairs ensuring not to tread in the shit that someone deposited a week ago. Delivered hare, Tititata to the start via 16 bus and still arrived last after walkers Haggis, Hot Steam, and Ten Minutes Late and runners Giving Head, Hulk, Jaws, Rabies and Stiff Nipples. Caught the metro to Moszkva Tér and then tram 61 replacement bus to old mental hospital. Didn't book into hospital but went to a little cake shop where Hulk and Haggis tucked into cakes while we gave the live hare a head start. We set off in light drizzle up and up, through numerous checks, ending at the viewing tower at Kis-Hárs-hegy. Bit too windy and precarious for me to go to the top, where Rabies described the various buildings including the secret institute to other runners. Then down and up to Nagy-Hárs-hegy less precarious viewing tower. Whilst taking in the views and Rabies describing the wrong hills, a rare event happened, Giving Head who was asking about some road that was missing, admitted to being wrong. Then down to a 24 hour beer stop at Szép Juhászné where met the hare and found a surprising choice of bottled beers. I noted what the nearby harmless alcoholic was drinking (not the hare) and was shocked to only pay 125ft. Is this the cheapest bottled beer in BP? The hare set off and the walkers arrived, Ten minutes late as usual complaining and Haggis generously handing out pogácsas. The runners set off through a rambling forest track and then down where Stiff Nipples spilled his own blood with a dramatic acrobatic gambol (given a 5.8 by Rabies). A few more checks and then onto Nagy-rét Merry-go-round area, then a huge penis on a war memorial, then finishing at the children's railway terminus where they they strangely sell beer. Waited a while for the walkers and then the circle disturbed by the beautiful steam engine (not Hot Steam) with lots of songs and laughter. A nearby caged dog was offered beer and refused. Then all off to a little restaurant where we sat outside and were offered 3 chicken wings with a part removed. Ten Minutes Late seemed to be required by the waitress to hand out food and drink for the rest. Most had pizza, my goose was good and the knuckle looked OK. Then the replacement bus back home. When we got to the Városmajor park Giving Head shouted that we should get off the bus and go for another drink. Luckily it was happy hour for cocktails. Haggis, Hulk and Giving Head ordered an Orgasm and Jaws a margarita. Incidently a cocktail from wikipedia: An Incredible Hulk, a green-coloured cocktail made by equal parts of the fruit liqueur Hpnotiq and Hennessy cognac poured over ice. Lots of jokes about the cocktails especially as Haggis was trying to break up her orgasm ice in a familiar manner. Unfortunately it all turned sour when Jaws was charged the non happy hour price, solved only after the manager gave the reduction saying don't get nervous. Perhaps he'd heard form Il Treno. We all went our separate ways after another fun day out.

June 5th 2010 - Red Dress Run

2011-06-08T10:30:00.002+02:00

I really don’t know how this happened, but I was actually arrived after everybody else at the starting point, which means I get to do the Hash Trash this week. However, as there have been a few contributions already sent in, I’ll just copy them in below and save some of my valuable time;

Giving Head: “It was an excellent, very well designed trail with two beer stops, several views, beautiful weather, great dresses and even greater company. The Hares did a really good job, our RA was even better. So it was very much enjoyable.”

Better Laid Than Never: “That was a fun day with great hares.”

Baldric: “Sorry”

Bang Cock: “I don't think you have anything to be sorry about.”

Peddling Pussy: “So what is left to do? Looking at the mirror in the morning, thinking "why am I an asshole???"

And as a final greeting to the rest of the attendees;

Peddling Pussy: “FUCK YOU ALL”

Well, quite a good overview of the day and not too much I can add to that.

Except, it was a really great Red Dress Run, which took place in and around the Castle District, with a couple of beer stops, good weather and a selection of male Hashers with very bad dress sense, including;

Sex Tax, who looked very pretty in his new red frock, complemented by his fingernails, beautifully varnished in a delicate shade of pink.

Burnt Toast, who had the nicest legs out of the whole group, including the female Hashers, and who looked absolutely stunning in his new dress, with a neckline, which accentuated his under developed, but rapidly developing cleavage, and set off with a little hair band (or in his case head band) with a single flower jauntily placed on the side of his head.

Baldric, with his bright red clingy, tightly-fitting little number, which tended to cling rather too much to some of the more prominent, real of imagined, parts of his body.

Incredible Hulk, who looked even more frightening than usual with his new shade of red mascara, which clashed badly with his rather large boa, which he seemed to be constantly stroking, pulling and wrapping around his neck.

Bang Cock, who looked particularly fetching in his new pink bonnet. The price tag on the back added a certain ‘Je ne sais quoi’ and his dress, with low cut and very revealing neckline, didn’t reveal much at all of his less than ample bosom.

And last but not least, Stiff Nipples, who actually looks better in a dress than he does when he dresses like a man, wore a pretty, summery red and white print design, cut slightly above his knees to show off his shapely legs and other various bits and pieces to maximum effect, especially whenever he did a twirl, which was quite frequently.

We had one visitor from out of town – Cairo to be exact. I believe his name was Cow Piss or perhaps Camel Piss – well, some kind of piss anyway.

Kristzina (I don’t know her hash name) made a very rare appearance and badly insulted me at the first beer stop by telling this German u-boat captain look-alike on our table that I was German. “What makes you think I’m German?” I asked, “Because you speak Dutch”, she said. Oh yeah, I hadn’t thought of that! Very logical!!

She also brought along her dog, Ernie, who incredibly has 2 different coloured eyes, just like his owner.

At our second beer stop outside a disused railway carriage kind of restaurant opposite Deli p.u. we managed to basically occupy the whole terrace section, except for one table in the corner where 4 German visitors were sitting down to eat a nice quiet, peaceful Sunday lunch and wishing that they had gone somewhere else where they wouldn’t be surrounded by a group of noisy, anti-social, obviously Communist, beer swilling psychopathic cross dressing Untermenschen. Oh dear, how sad, never mind and we look forward to welcoming you again to our beautiful Lebensraum im Osten.

From there, we went on for lunch to Moskva ter, which isn’t called Moskva ter any longer, but I prefer Moskva ter because I can remember Moskva ter much easier than the new name, which I can’t remember, but I’m certain that everybody reading this will know where Moskva ter is, even if they don’t call it Moskva ter any more.

We ended up in Il Treno, where there was some kind of beer drinking incident, which I unfortunately missed due to prostate issues and which upset the waitress, resulting in Baldric watering the plants with his beer, promptly evacuating the area and, as I am reliable informed, causing him to look in the mirror the next morning and think to himself, “why am I an asshole???”

All in all a rather interesting Red Dress Run. Can't wait for the next one.

OnOn

10 Minutes Late

Hash on March 13th. 2011

2011-03-22T08:21:00.000+01:00

Hash on March 13th.
Attendees: Giving Head, Stiff Nipples, Natasha (hash name?), NFHN Marina, Smokey Donkey, Pussy Peddler
Hare: Ten Minutes Late

If you cannot see your name here, all the recollections you might seem to have from that day are the mere product of your imagination! Punktum.

There are various kinds of intelligence. Traditional-sense intelligence. Social intelligence. Emotional intelligence. Standing-in-the-right-bus-stop intelligence. At least at one of these i must prevail. :)))
To sum it up: if you want to get to the cemetery, just ask Ten Minutes Late.
We took the cogwheel to go up the hill. Were wondering why it needed a number as it was numbered no. 60, having no other cogwheel line, it did not make much sense. All the way up and then at the beer stop Smokey Donkey was complaining about Hungarian ways. Well, I don't say it was not true.

There was a beer stop near the end station of the cogwheel, where they were a bit struggling with some challenges regarding service, we might say they were handicapped servicewise.

After a short walk we arrived at the other part of the mountain by the big Farkasrét cemetery.

Then decided to go to a place called Barack. (With your knowledge of Hungarian, most of you will think it was named after the US President. And I won't stop you.) Stood in the wrong bus stop for a few minutes, then rushed to the right one, thanks to someone's bus-stop intelligence. :)

At Barack, we formed a circle. Around a table with beers on it. While sitting. And drinking.

The Russian girls were not eating much, as Natasha was explaining, she was fasting, meaning some vague things, like, for example, she would not eat more than one egg, i mean more eggs than one. And the Russian girls were also saving up for next year's Russian ball, which costs almost 30000 HUH, but what's life like without a chocolate fountain once you know what a chocolate fountain is like? Hmm?

On on
Pussy Peddler

Hash #....this is why so few get posted

2011-02-16T10:13:00.000+01:00

If you want to know what so few Hash Trash's get posted anymore here is a perfect example. It was written by Sunny Side Up, posted to RunByBatter then reposted on the message board. Nice trash but too much of a formatting mess to make much of.

Scribe: Sunnyside up

> Our hare was Trigamist, flown in for the event. Our
> pre-valentines hash was particularly celebrated by
> Pussy-willow looking magnificent in pink.
>
> A select few expert 'flour graders' set off
> from the cog railway at 'Svabhegy'? and went
> searching for lost flour, to scoop up some for another
> time, as the runner's trail was pristine and unused.
> Must say the runners were missed as Blue Jeans, SexTax, Run
> by batteries, Pussy willow and myself had to manage the
> many check points through the woods ourselves. The ground
> was crisp and uneven, but with no glorious mud. Someones
> lost ball and a makeshift bat provided 2 minutes of
> entertainment with a quick game of cricket to amuse the
> 'barmy army'. It was soon over as the ball was
> whacked far away into the outback and lost forever. We came
> across a US embassy holiday home with 'do not
> trespass' signs written in English, so we didn't-
> not so sure if the non-english speaking Hungarian public
> would know to stay out. Then we came across what must have
> been one hell of a 'buli' at some point, as there
> were so many bottles littered around. It was very close to a
> nice little clearing, where it looked as thought there had
> been much rolling around. as grass was flattened. It was a
> pretty romantic valentine spot with a nice view, a touch of
> spring, the trees coming into bud and with many tits
> flying around the area, little, great and blue. We learnt it
> was the spot where a little sunbathing took place in laying
> the trail the day before. Trigamist managed to come up with
> a needed trigpoint for the record, which Run by batteries
> managed to scale for a good photo shot, but a later photo
> call was missed when Sextax decided to sit down
> unexpectedly on a steep path.
>
> We all finished together for the circle. We made
> sure we interrupted Rabies's afternoon with a rousing
> chorus of happy birthday to him and then declined the
> suggestion for a meal, so poor Trigamist has had to go back
> to the UK without a nice bowl of Hungarian bean soup,
> although he was awarded with a plastic beer mug to treasure,
> that had been carried all the way back from the OZ cricket
> tour. making Blue Jeans quite envious. Enough of this
> dribble!
>
>
> On On
> Sunny Side Up
>
>

Hash 10XX | Remete hegy | November 21st 2010

2010-11-22T11:44:00.000+01:00

The Remete hegy (Remete hill) run #10XX, 21 November

The pack assembled at the usual place of just opposite the exit of the Batthyanyi ter metro stationby the wall of the embankment, at 11:30. The RA had done the necessary with the weather; no rain although some thought that it might snow. It was interesting to see some ‘new’ faces although sadly none were (hash) virgins. It was also interesting to see those who did not attend this week: perhaps they had better offers or was it the fact that they had heard that there would be no chance to shop on the hash this week?

When it was time to depart the cry was hear, “who has a transit pass”? If so, then your chauffeur is waiting for you, in the metro. The others will have to squeeze into the car. The metro trip was short, in fact just a single stop. We then moved onto a tram moving away from of the city and rising up the hill. Then, when the tram could go do further, it was time to take a bus and so it was the pack finally came to the Budaliget/Szaszszorazep Villapark area.

At the starting point we were met by the hares Angela & Nata sipping coffee. They had prepared themselves for the weather. Soon the run started and as expected the run went to the top of the nearby hill and the view was appreciated by most.

As most of the leaves have not fallen from the trees it was an easy trail to follow although the check points caught many unawares. Upon one occasion much interest and discussion took place at the site of a wild boar rutting hole.

Soon it was back down and around the hill. Due to form the pack proceeded through the centre of an (outdoor) church although some would refer to it as a park.

After the run champers appeared as it was Nata’s birthday.

The circle was called and pleas from the guilty were heard before they were punished with a down down. When asked of the run no complaints of it being too flat were heard this week. In fact the general feeling was that the hares RBB (Nata) and EHJ (Angela) are to be commended. It was a run which all enjoyed and it has set a new standard for others.

Just three survivors were able to find the ON Dinner (restaurant). The rest of the pack were either too weary or had better offers.

Hash 1090 – 03 October 2010 – SAS Hegy

2010-10-04T21:03:00.000+02:00

Hash 1090 – 03 October 2010 – SAS Hegy

It was a beautiful Sunday as was evidenced by the size of the group that showed up for the Hash. Of course the crowd could have been because someone had let slip the news that Our Belgrade emigrants had returned for the day and all wanted to welcome home Pussy Willow and Sex Tax if only for the day. (Actually they had arrived Saturday to enjoy Soft Pawn’s wonderful Chili Feast)

There was no hare and no trail had been set or planned but this did not deter Run-by-Batteries from collecting the Hash cash. Then she and Jaws set out immediately to spend it on beer and water. (No! It wasn’t just for the two of them but was for the Hash!) After some discussion it was decided to revisit one of our favorite venues, SAS Hegy.

There were sufficient vehicles so everyone mounted up and off we went to the road behind the Novotel Expo Center where we parked. The Incredible Hulk was a bit under the weather and most others weren’t leaping about looking for a run so we decided to make it a walking hash for the whole group.

We took off climbing the hill on the way to the nature reserve with the lead changing hands many times from Eagar Beaver and Bang Cock to Giving Head and NFHN Joseph to Sex Tax and Easy Head Job and others while Mamma-San and virgin Zoltan brought up the rear. After much huffing and puffing we arrived at the gate to the SAS Hegy Nature Reserve. We all went inside and actually paid our entry fees. (I suspect that was because several had a desire to “use the facilities).

While we milled about, someone, either Giving Head or Haggis, arranged for us to join a guided tour. I must admit that this was very interesting and the lovely young lady who was our guide proved very knowledgeable. Many thanks to Haggis for her excellent translation of the information.

After our guided tour we followed the path to the top of the hill and enjoyed the view and even saw where Haggis’ building is located on the map. Finally we stumbled back down the route we had taken going up and returned to the cars where we held the circle on the grass behind the Expo Center.

Giving Head was nominated and did a fine job as RA, calling out the returnees who were legion, identifying our virgin, Zoltan, and awarding punishments. Our Master of Music, Hot Steam, proved up to the occasion and had a song for every item. We muddled through to the end then closed with the Hash Hymn and adjourned to the nearby Golden Bridge (?) etterem for a restful and enjoyable lunch.

ON! ON!
BC

PS: Some pictures to be sent separately...

Trash...last Sunday in August 2010

2010-08-30T19:04:00.000+02:00

Run Report for Hash number one thousand and rumpty plonk.

There was a fair gathering of regular hashers at the meeting place on a sunny last-August-Sunday morning. It was good to welcome our visiting ex-GM and Pussy Willow again, with Run by Battery, Sunny Side Up, Flat Tyre, Hot Steam, Haggis and Incredible Hulk plus Rabies paying a flying visit since he needed to go to his grand daughters birthday (or was it great grand daughter? I forget) which he seemed to think was more important than hashing (since his private parts may become damaged by a bottle of Tokai Sweet if he failed to return).

The live hare was IH, so after parking up at the nuclear research station near Norma-Fa, IH took his flour supplies off into the Fa (wood).

The band of hashers followed, using most of their energy on oral activities, so there was not much chance of them catching up with the hare. The trail followed the road in a South-Westerly direction to the road’s end before the first check, with a nice long false trail marked with an “X” (as were all the false trails on this live run, in the knowledge that the hare was well ahead of the pack at all times). The trail went left, then down to the right beside the large green field, surrounded by a new tall fence – it used to be an easy walk along the fence, but the new fence was 3 or 4 times as long, going very much deeper into the forest. The butterflies and other insect life were interesting and numerous in this undisturbed area where few walkers had passed through. Eventually the path arrived at the wide gravel track, and back into warm sunshine on this somewhat comparatively chilly day after the 30C days of summer. The trial, when the false trails had been followed, went right then right again and up the hill to the old memorial glider wing mounted on the top. The hashers stopped and took in the view for a while here on this very clear day, where we could see forever. Although I was the hare, from this point I could see the hashers from a vantage point on the next hill. So as they moved off following the arrows taking them across country down the slope to the trees, some of them trotted off to pollute the trail behind the trees in full view of IH on the distant hill (notes taken for the DDs later). The trail was a little difficult to follow here, with blobs on rocks and the few small patches without too much grass, but with Sex Tax leading, the band managed to struggle down the hill, with loose rocks and a difficult surface, Haggis helped the injured RBB down the slope (I had forgotten seeing her wearing an ankle support at the start of the trail!). The trail went on down-down-down into the forest to another check with a nice long falsie, and then up to the right back to the gravel track, straight across and up the next hill, where IH was resting at the top, watching all the gliders taking off from the field below. The hashers eventually made it to the top, where Hot Steam told everyone how she had just seen a snake (a male hasher polluting the trail or real wild-life? You should ask her…). The hashers seemed happy with their trail, having taken about an hour and a half to reach this spot, with a lot of good views, sunshine, wonderful countryside and the chance for a good long natter. So after watching the gliders together, the group headed back to the car (some walkers still talking so much they took the wrong path, but getting there OK in the end). A circle was held with IH as RA for the day, with all taking different DDs for returning, polluting, pointing and the usual offences. Then after a rousing hash hymn, all agreed to go to the Jokai Resto for hash-grub. The building has been renovated by new owners, the Jokai soup not quite matching the standards of the previous owners, but all the food was good and the service was as good and friendly as ever. The terrace being in the shade, and he day being cool, all the hashers were adorned with large bright green or yellow blankets kindly supplied by the resto. The hash discussions covered the usual range of topics, phallic objects and the Chinese food and customs and other equally interesting items… Everyone seemed to have had a good day as they headed off in their different direction (to meet later either at a concert in Pest, or at a csango dance-house at the citadel) maintaining the good hash tradition of having a good time with friends!

OnOn!!!
IH

Thanks to all

2010-06-10T14:43:00.002+02:00

Dear All...
Thanks for a great 1000 Hash here in finally warm, and less soggy Budapest. Luckily we had a lot less of this:

And a lot more of this:

See some of you at #1500 somewhere close to 2020!

Here are some links to hashers photo pages...at least the ones who want to show

Baldrick, and his latexy friend
The [one and only] Whore of Sarajevo
Mud Butt
Nicola

1,000...it's coming

2010-06-03T13:00:00.000+02:00

Click me for more information!!!

Hash #1000 - Schedule of events

2010-05-31T12:56:00.004+02:00

Click picture to enlarge!

Friday June 4th 2010 - pre- #1,000 Pub crawl

2010-05-31T12:30:00.000+02:00

Meeting, Baggage Storage, Starting and Finishing Place:

Fehér Gyűrű Club Söröző (Click for map) "White Ring Club Beer Pub", Balassi Bálint utca 27 V District.

Start Time: 18.00hrs/6pm

Bring with you: Pencil/pen, comfortable running/walking shoes, money, be prepared for inclement weather (optional), brain, team members (optional), camera (optional)

You will be asked to organize yourselves into teams of two or more, OR you can do this on your own. There WILL be BEER STOPS en-route. Budapest Hash House Harriers will give you cash equivalent to FIVE beers, which is one beer at each BEER STOP. You do have the option to decide how and where you spend it.

In ADDITION, you will be given DISCOUNT vouchers which will entitle you to a generous discount off the normal price of beers at the BEER STOPS. You CAN have as many drinks as you want, at any of the designated BEER STOPS and in exchange for these vouchers you will be given a discount. Discount Vouchers will be freely available from the Hare, Jaws.

There is no fixed time to complete the course, and you can chose to run or walk, BUT the tradeoff is simply that if you run, you will be able to spend more time drinking at the BEER STOPS, than if you walk. HOWEVER, you MUST be at the Finish point by 2230hrs for your transfer to your accommodation which will be at 2330hrs. Maps will be provided.

In case of problems, call Jaws on +36 30 290 2389

Have a good wun!

Saturday June 5th 2010 #1,000

2010-05-31T12:04:00.000+02:00

*****#1,000*****

07:00 – 10.00 Breakfast in Hash Dining Hall next to Main Dining Hall

09:00 – 12:00 Beer in the Hash Dining Hall and in the Bungalow area. Wake up sleepy heads, Head… Who said head? Meet attendees and swap lies.

12:00 – 14:00 Lunch in the Hash Dining Hall and beer in the Hash Dining Hall and bungalow area. Prep for the 1000th Trail.

14:00 – 16:30 Main Event – 1000th Trail over hill and dale. A real “ball buster” including scenic stops, Beer stop(s) and warm up for Hash Circle. - Hares: BangCock and Baldric

16:30 – 17:30 2nd Main Event – 1000th Trail Hash Circle with recognitions, punishments and old and new Hash Songs. Visitors also to contribute

17:30 – 19:30 Hash Olympics in Bungalow area. After Olympics some “Tippy Cup” Competition - also the pool will be available or just chill out while the Bar-b-q is prepared.
Also Beer!

19:30 – 21:00 BBQ is open. Also Beer!

21:00 - Dawn Skits and Entertainment followed by party time in the party building. DJ and music and dancing. Ooops! Almost forgot…..and Beer!

Who's Coming?

2010-05-21T17:03:00.021+02:00

Glenn "Needleman" | Travelling Hashburgs
Eileen "Boottlegg Sister" | Travelling Hashburgs
kelvin "Stiff Meat" | Essex H3
Ivan "Sir John Shooter" | Zagreb HHH
Arshad "Crag Rat" | Vindobona
Baldip "Minnie Mouse" |Vindobona
marlene "WHAC" |Stuttgart
Bernhard "Prima Ballerina" | VH3
My "Pippi Longcocking" | Absolut Stockholm Hash
Jack "BangCock" | BPH3
Liam "St. Anus" | BPH3
Rabies | BPH3
Nata "Run By Batteries" | BPH3
Zsuzsa "Giving Head" Balint | BPH3
Cedric "Baldric" BPH3
Paresh "Jaws" | BPH3
BRIAN "COMMERCIAL WHALE " | NORTH NAHTS H3
LINDA "ALICE" | NORTH HANTS H3
Andrew "Lazy Fugga" | BPH3
Agi Turner | BPH3
Zsuzsi "Tititata" | BPH3
Doug "Blind Doug" |Edinburgh TNT HHH
Birgit "Root Canal" |Vindobona
Ron "Free Willie" Willis |Vindobona
Nora "Wash & Blow" | BPH3
Laura "Mud Butt" | Incirlik H3
Jerry | BPH3
Maggie | BPH3
JoEllen "Tit4Tat" | Istanbul
Zsuzsa Balint Giving Head BPH3
David Incredible Hulk | BPH3
Agi "Haggis" BPH3
James "Flasher" |VH3
Peter "Trigamist" | London & BPH3
Hot Steam | BPH3
Confusion | Riviera HHH
Belet Toss-pot |Riviera HHH
CHAILLOU BELET "DIRE REAR" | RIVIERA HHH
"The Whore of Sarajevo" | BEERH3
Timothy "The Wookie" | San Antonio H3
Norman "Stormin' Norman" Randall |Vindobona
Anne-Marie "Scriptease" |Riviera HHH
Mary Just Mary | Belgrade

Hash Trash for 09 May 2010

2010-05-10T11:44:00.000+02:00

to and through Rupp-hegy

Hares Natasha and Igor

For those faint hearts who “chickened out” and didn’t come to the Hash because they were afraid they might get a little wet, you really missed a good trail and a beautiful day.

I must say that this was one of the better trails I have been on since I have been here in Budapest. It was very well marked with marks being set close enough to give that “warm, fuzzy feeling” when you know you are on trail. That means there were many marks placed even along straight runs and not just one at the beginning and the next 10 km further along.

The trail was challenging and we all got a bit of a work out but it was doable. The checks were clearly marked and there were several “Hash Scenic Views”. The runners even had an opportunity for and impromptu beer stop and almost joined a wedding party.

Some of gathered at Battyhanyi (Zsuzsa GH, Csilla HS, Andy CB and myself BC). Since the hares had gone out to lay the trail they informed us where we had to go to meet them. We jumped on the 19 tram following GH who had the instructions. Unfortunately GH got to gabbing with HS and we missed the stop where we were supposed to get off and transfer to another bus. We trundled on down to Gellert, got off, crossed the tracks and caught another tram to take us back to Erszebet hid where we hopped on a number 8 bus. We only had to wait about 5 minutes and during that time we had a very light drizzle and that was the only time we had any rain all day.

We stayed on the number 8 bus past Farkasreti temeto and into what was to me terra incognito. I believe we left the bus at a stop on Torokbalinti ut just before it turns left onto Gazdagreti ut. There we met the Hares and Marina who had gotten there before us. The hares had found a very nice little restaurant with an outdoor patio and were waiting for us there.

We were given a bit of trail instructions advising us that there was a trail split for walkers and runners and Natasha advised the runners not to stop for beer at the top of the hill. (We definitely forgot this advice!) She also suggested that the walkers take that trail also if they felt like it as it would be interesting. Actually GH, CB and myself were the runners and HS and Marina walked with the hares.

Off we went down a narrow lane which promptly turned uphill. After a bit of a climb we got onto a trail which took us across Rupp-hegy for a scenic view. There were actually two scenic views on this section. We continued on, got back on a lane and came to a check. The true trail there broke left passing a number of barking dogs until we came to another check on the road. This one took us on a overgrown trail still going uphill (huffing and puffing) to another narrow lane which was the trail split for runners and walkers and we had a scenic view of a scenic trash pile.

The walkers trail went off to the right down the lane and the runners trail went up a narrow muddy leaf covered trail through the woods. It was a beautiful trail though and again well marked but it did go up and up and up. Finally we reached the top and a parking lot and realized that we were at a restaurant we had stopped at many times before but had always come in from the other direction. I forget the name of it but we have often stopped there after runs starting from the end of the number 90 bus near the nuclear research center. This is where we had our beer stop and saw the wedding party.

After refreshing ourselves it was back on trail. Now it was easy. Again the trail was narrow and through the woods but is was down and down and down but still well marked. After going down for about 20 km (LOL) we came to a road which took us left to civilization. Here we had another scenic view before continuing on down on the narrow lanes. I went the wrong way starting from there and when GH and CB found marks going the other way I told them I would just keep going on the way I was heading (Head…who said head!) and would cut across somewhere further on.

They went their way and I went mine but it took much longer to get over to the lane they were on than I thought and I actually crossed the trail twice before I finally caught them at an intersection. I must say that there are many beautiful homes in that area. From there it was a short jog down to the start and the hares and walkers were waiting for us on the restaurant patio. All in all a very good hash and Kudo’s to the hares.

ON! ON!
BC

#1000 Description

2010-01-31T10:45:00.020+01:00

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)

Confused?
Intrigued?
Titillated?
Bored?
Angry?

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

Accommodation

Csilleberc Rec Center
Click Galeria then Szallas for room photos

1st Hash of 2010

2010-01-04T13:29:00.000+01:00

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).

2009-12-12T11:28:00.000+01:00

Hash Trash November 1st 2009

2009-11-05T09:31:00.000+01:00

Trail: Szépjuhászné - Erzsébet-kilátó - Szépjuhászné

Hares: BangCock and Easy Head Job

Pack: Run by Battery, Hot Steam, Rabies, Pedalling Pussy, Baldrick, Titty Tata, 10 Minutes Late, Lurch (aka Marina1), NFHN Marina2, NFHN Tamás, Darina (sorry dont know your Hash name) and

Scribe: Giving Head

After the detailed instruction about Hash signs - did you know this? E <----> T? No? Guess!! - we started from Szépjuhászné and took a look at the Árpád-era monastery, where St. Paul's relic was kept for centuries (you can read more about it here http://www.mult-kor.hu/cikk.php?id=9185&pIdx=1 Is in Hungarian but using Google Translation Toolbar can understand most of it)

Leaving the cloister's ruins we headed (HEAD? Who said HEAD?) for the Buda hills. For the runners the trail was rather steep, I couldnt even make the running because of the wonderful scenery and of course the chit-chat with others (and because of the f*ing difficult trail). At halfway we had to go throuh a small cave that was slippery but still fun. Arriving at the top of János hegy, instead of going up to the kilátó we had a Beer search. While finally Darina found the sack with the beer cans, Baldric, Titty Tata and Tamás had diappeared and found some hot wine and missed the beer. After the beer stop the way down was an easy one and at Szépjuhászné the runners had a chance to see the last choo-choo train in town at the Childrens Railway and took photos of it, eat some lángos and drink some hot wine while waiting for the walkers. After the walkers arrival and eating lángos and having hot wine as well, and finishing the munching all, we had the circle. YES, yes, yes a short one!!!! Because - you wouldnt believe it but - even Baldrick, our mighty RA was cold. When we were all frozen, after the Hash Hymn, some of us headed home (HEAD? Who said HEAD?) and eight of us went to eat to the restaurant Szépjuhászné to warm up with some Unicum and szotyola by the courtesy of Titty Tata prior to our tasty meal.

All and all it was a good Hash as always with our 'OLD HARE' BC.

Have a great week and see ya on the next one.

OnoN GH

Baldric pulls the short straw

2009-09-25T23:14:00.004+02:00

July 19th -2009 -Hash #959 Children's railway

2009-07-21T15:04:00.005+02:00

A Big Slice of Happiness Coming Right at You
Hare: Bang Cock
Scribe: Wet Blanket II, the one with the beard

The same boring people, the same stupid jokes, the same old routine. I thought that I, who am often the life of the party, might go to spread some joy to their meager existences.

It's getting harder and harder to drag oneself out of bed at 11o'clock on a Sunday (depression will do that to you) morning to face going to hash. Deep depression is hard enough to

But some dull people who have nothing better to do//namely N., Zs., M., A., A., J., A., Cs., E., and others of their ilk (sorry but I am too important to try to learn their names even after they have always welcomed me warmly)/the writer of these lines is not a dull, boring person with a dull boring life (I am actually an agent for MI6 but being a dull, boring person is part of my cover, yes, I am very good at my job) but only went along out of curiosity (like the time they found me at the Blue Oyster dress up as Minnie Pearle)

tried once again going through the same old routine, hoping against hope that something/ a torrid love affair, a one night stand, a quick feel of ass when no one was looking, would come along and spice up ~~their~~ my decrepid existance. (Sorry, sometimes I like to use big words but I can't take the time to spell them correctly or use spell check)

But all they got was some more dull, desperate, people for company, and a pointless walk through a maze of Buda trails leading nowhere, a living reminder that their lives were leading nowhere. (My therapist says that I do much better if I focus my own inadequacies outward)

Luckily there was beer at the end as I was becoming insufferable, along with the same tired songs that let them pretend they were engaging in humor and having fun, while numbing their brains with alcohol (I really wished I hadn't run out of my Zoloft or Prozac). The alcohol, unfortunately, wore off, and by the time soup came in that fucking sausage restaurant they ( I like to use the 3rd person plural even though I was in fact there) found themselves sobered up and sitting accross from ...oh what's the use, I can't go on writing this, ~~it's~~ I'm so sad. I think I may pretend to choke on a piece of sausage so when someone come to give me the Heimlich maneuver I can spin around at the very last minute to get a hug instead

But if you're a stranger reading this, fresh meat as it were, in Budapest, take pity on these people and come, come join for our next desperate pretense at having a joyful, happy life, on Thursday or Friday, maybe you can make a difference. Details to be announced soon. But don't kill yourself yet, there is always the chance that happiness is jut around the corner, although it probably isn't, I am going home to smear peanut butter all over myself to have the dog lick off, that is if he hasn't run away again.

Some parting words from Sgt. Hulka:

June 27th 2009 - Hash #955-ish Fenyõgyöngye

2009-06-29T09:43:00.004+02:00

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

June 27th 2009 - Hash #949????

2009-06-18T12:16:00.001+02:00

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!!)

June 1st 2009 - Hash #951-ish Fenyõgyöngye

2009-06-01T12:28:00.000+02:00

Hare: Baldrick
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

May 17th 2009 - Hash Trash #

2009-05-18T22:11:00.000+02:00

> A reminder: There are a lot of ticks this season, so
> please check yourselves out carefully. Ladies who need help
> doing this feel free to contact me.
>
> This was a great hash outing. It was sunny
> and unseasonably warm as we gathered at Battyanyi Ter.
>
>
> The hash talent for superb organization became
> apparent right at the start, as one group was still
> discussing whether we could fit into the available cars
> while the lead cars took off without them. That
> left the writer as the only guy taking the HEV to
> Pomaz with a congenial group of women. From
> there we were shuttled to the trail by Ullrich, who was nice
> enough to come back for us after he had dropped off his
> first carload of passengers. Ullrich, if you ever
> got tired of geological engineering, I'm sure
> you could make a living as a taxi
> driver.
>
> There were a lot of people out that day, and there
> were occassional bottlenecks on the trail as it made up its
> way in the Arok, which is some kind of ravine. We sometimes
> had to wait to get past oncoming groups of hikers. This
> part of the trail was like an obstacle course, with rocky or
> muddy crossings over a small stream. As you can see
> from the pictures we were typical hash marchers, walking in
> tightly organized formation, not like a buch of
> cats. And everybody on the trail was friendly, and the
> mood was good.
>
> Soon we started going up, sometimes steeply, and the
> going got strenuous, hot and sweaty. This would have
> been a challange if there had been runners, and we were
> grateful for being in forest, as the shade was welcome. Then
> we got to the top of the ravine, and the trail
> widened and continued over fairly level
> ground.
>
> Soon we got to Lajos Forras, (Spring) and took a short
> break. The spring was flowing, and people had the
> forsight to pack beers as well, so the good cheer was
> maintained. The trail after this began to descend a bit, and
> we had some nice views over the Danube and its
> surroundings. There was occasion for a few Hungarian
> folk songs from Zs. and her sister, and the writer mangaged
> a decent "Mr. Tambourine Man" from Bob Dylan.
> (Performances available on request.)
>
> The highlight of the day, as always, was the circle,
> which was conducted by Paresh ( I hope I'm spelling
> that right), and was thankfully brief.
>
> But we were in for one more treat, as we stopped in
> Pomaz at a restaurant and had various versions of Hungarian
> food. It was outdoors, in a nice atmosphere, and the food
> was good.
>
> During the meal, K. sitting next to me, gave an
> impressive perormance. Several smokers lit up as the food
> was on the table, and K., switching into her teacher's
> mode, insisted that they put the cigarettes out, or
> move away. She said she was being an American
> woman, and stood her ground. Women take note. Good
> going K !
>
> All in all it turned out to be a long day. We were
> heading back to the city around 7pm, It was a real
> outing, a great trail, good to leave the city behind
> and see some different scenery, and good to have a longish
> hike in the forest.

Flat Tired

Hash Trash

2009-05-17T11:09:00.003+02:00

To all:

After some people whined openly rather than ask me why there have been so few updates to the site here is the answer and what you can do about it:

Starting writing the trash. Sure, I am not there often, but why don't some of you get on the late arrivals to write the trash? No trash, not updates
Why should I put in the extra effort to put the trash on the website when you have already posted to everyone through the mailing list. I was attempting to make a site people would like coming to, but by circumventing the process you have made me apathetic to doing work which have already been done. Send the trash to budapesthash@gmail.com don't post it to the mailing list, I promise I will get it up within 48hrs (normally as soon as I see it but just in case)
When writing the trash please try to include the hash # and the location in the first line, this will make thing easier for me.
If you are not going to listen to me about point 2 at least realize that you don't need to hit both yahoo and google mailing lists. We have almost 100 members here, either current or interested hashers...if there is anyone still on the yahoo list who wants to follow what's going on rather than the joke list, they have already moved over, there is no need to double post.
Write the trash every week!

On On

May 10th 2009 - Hash # - Budakaszi

2009-05-11T11:06:00.000+02:00

Hares: Incredible Hulk and Bang Cock
Scribe BangCock

Sunday dawned bright and beautiful. If you don't like the weather we've been having you'd best move to England or Ireland or Oregon state (they're all about the same size) where it rains most of the time. We had enough hashers show up at Battyhany to start a baseball team. That's nine for those who don't know. The pack consisted of Virgins Elena originally from Bulgaria and Alexander originally from Russia. We also had Run by Batteries, Silent but Deadly, Bushy Pussy, Ten Minutes Late and Andras.

There was no hare for the day and we decided to go up to the area of Budakaszi and start from the parking lot next to the nuclear research center. Incredible Hulk and I, Bang Cock, bought beer and flour at the market before driving up there. (Ulli Buli and Hard Core wanted to be with us but they had car problems and had to arrange for repairs. Their company was missed.)

Arriving at the parking lot Hulk and I realized that the rest of the group was all walkers so it would be an easy trail laying for us. Not a worry about getting caught. Cool!!! An easy time for the Hares!!!

We started the trail near the bus stop and went up the hill and took the first turn to the right. It was so nice out that there were many hikers out enjoying the day with us. After going up and over the top of the hill we came to a crossroads and decided to "take the road less traveled by". We laid a few arrows and went down another wide trail. There were even birds out, undoubtedly eating the berries off the wild cherry trees.

After a bit we thought these big paths are too tame so we followed a footpath branching off and from then on that is what we tried to do. I am sure the pack liked the branches brushing them on both sides while threading their way through the bush.

After about 45 minutes we started looking for paths that would lead us back towards the start and kept heading (HEAD....Who said Head???) that way. About this point we were on a fairly wide trail and were passed by three ladies on horseback and later by a gentleman with a collie. After a bit we came to an area where some serious tree clearing had been carried out. We could see the research center's roof-line not too far away so we knew we had been going in the right direction.

The path was going straight ahead but we bore off to the right and took the trail up through where the trees had been felled. This dead ended at the Center's wall so we backed up and set the trail to bear off to the right through the underbrush, marking trees as we went. By and by we saw a clear shot up to the wall and took the trail there. From that point it was follow the wall along two sides of the research center back to the road and up to the parking lot.

The timing worked out very well. Hulk and I had our beer and shortly thereafter the pack showed up after a pleasant walk in the woods. We had a nice circle and welcomed our two Virgins and also the hashers who were not at the hash the week before which was almost everyone. There were almost no "sinners", only two polluters and they were duly chastised. The only announcement was about the Salon Concert at Ari's this coming Thursday and we closed the circle. Most then went to the Jokai restaurant for a very good lunch and then back to B'pest.

April 17th - Hash #? Villanyi,

2009-04-18T11:00:00.000+02:00

Bushy Pussy shows us her's

Hello Hashers!

A wonderful weekend filled with copious amounts of wine, beer, food, laughter, jokes and antics was had by all in attendance. We missed those of you who were unable to join in on the fun.

As soon as our cars were parked in the driveway of the panzio in Villanyi on Friday, shots of palinka were offered to the brave and willing. After a few daring souls succumbed to the poison, off we set to imbibe in wine and consume a hearty meal in a wine cellar/restaurant. Set forth before our hungry eyes was a meal from the heavens! We tucked in and ate like kings! Chicken, rabbit, pork knuckles, potatoes, pickled salads and so much wine! Our eyes were bigger than our bellies as we ate heartily through a delicious meal.

After we rubbed our full bellies, we headed to the cellar to have a wine tasting. The wines were local to the Villanyi region and ranged from dry whites to rich reds. We drank what we could, laughing all the while, clearly catching a nice wine buzz. The fun didn't stop there though...
Onward we went in search of an establishment where we could continue the festivities. With more wine and a wooden sausage, courtesy of W&B and Baldric, we were in business! The wooden sausage, I think it deserves a proper Hash name, started us off singing and playing table games and drinking more wine. The music of song and laughter and banging the wooden sausage on the table set the tune for the remainder of a fun weekend.

We woke up to the fresh smell of coffee, eggs, meats, cheese and bread. Breakfast fit for the kings and queens that we were.. Delicious! Smacking our lips and again rubbing our full bellies, we journeyed on a lovely walk through the valley in Villanyi. The sausage showed up and posed for a few photos, too!

Upon arriving in Pecs, where I proceeded to get Baldric a bit lost... sorry.. We set off on ambling through the Dom, the park, various gardens and a trip to a cafe for ice cream and coffee. We marveled at the locks linked to a gate in a symbolic gesture of being locked in love to ones lover. Or to one of many lovers?? ;) W&B had arranged a luncheon at a brewery pub and as soon as the rumblings of hungry bellies began, feasting was in order!

We sat down to a long wooden plate filled with soft pretzels and pizza bread and locally brewed beer. W&B arranged for us to have a hearty and filling meal and of course, more beer! We ate and ooohed and aaahed all the way through. Afterward we walked along Kiraly Utca and Jokai Utca in search of a pub. We settled into Murphy's Pub on Kiraly Utca and watched the parade of people pass by. A homeless man provided entertainment by blowing on a plastic bag held tightly to his lips. Very interesting. We decided to meander to another pub and after many false attempts, we found Koplong's Etterem. It was a small establishment with a school reunion going on. Nonetheless, it didn't stop us. We ordered more beer and some odered goulasch to accompany their beer. A few rounds of beer later and out came the sausage. We sang and toyed with the sausage in a show of friendliness and fondness. We didn't stop there, though.. Baldric got us going with "Let's All Do the Democratic Republic of Congo" song and dance routine along with "The Hokey Pokey". The sausage played a very integral role in providing merriment and laughter. Much to the chagrin of the reunion attendees... Oh well...

The next morning after a breakfast of eggs at a cafe, we set off on a hike through the interior of the Mecsek Hills. The runners set their own course and zipped off towards the famed TV Tower, leaving the walkers to walk through the forest on a paved trail. Hagis, W&B, Peddling Pussy, Nutcrusher and Agi T found bear garlic growing amidst the forest floor. The smell was intoxicating and W&B, PP and Hagis couldn't resist plucking bunches and bunches of the stuff. Had they resisted temptation, the poor bear garlic would have met its fate of a rotting death..
While making strides towards the parking lot we narrowly missed the runners. Hulk got us into spirit by singing rounds of "Father Abraham."
Once nearby the parking lot, we set up our circle, much to the amusement of a park attendant who snapped our photos. Hmmm.. Facebook entry perhaps?? Who knows! Circle time was mellow and low key, accompanied by the sounds of hungry tummies. Once again, W&B made manna come out from the heavens. A restaurant called her mobile and a table was waiting for our arrival for a late lunch, early supper. We ate and drank more beer and were impressed at how much food was filling us up for less than 800 HUF. Food filled and sated, we bid each other so long. We hugged and kissed and thanked each other for a wonderful weekend, before setting off to Budapest. I stayed behind and waved at all the Hasher's heading back to a journey homeward.

Thank you to W&B for arranging a fabulous weekend. She made sure we never went without food and drink and laughter. Thank you to Cedric and Zsuzi for driving Kinga and I to both Villanyi and Pecs. Thank you friends for stomping with me on my stomping grounds and for letting me share a piece of the Mecsek forest with you all. It was my pleasure to do so. May you all have an easy week until we meet up again. :)

Peace,

Kim (Bushy Pussy)

Weekend getaway Hash Flash

2009-04-17T10:56:00.000+02:00

Some photos of a fun weekend away.

Link to Photos

Getting Piste’d in Austria

2009-03-03T09:57:00.000+01:00

Getting Piste’d in Austria
PussyWillow

A ‘group’ of 3 intrepid Hashers met at 10.00 am on Sunday, 1 March by the Giant Sand Clock near Hosok Tere, to begin an adventure with the skiing Club from Budapest University of Technology and Economics, in the Austrian ski resort of Hochkar. The merry band comprised that venerated skier, Hungary’s answer to Jean-Claude Killy and Franz Klammer (Rabies); the doyen of the N. American ski slopes (BangCock) and a ski virgin (Pussy Willow).

We arrived in the sleepy village of Hollenstein – sleepy because we later discovered that everyone was in bed by 6 pm, via a beer-stocking stop at Tesco; a bus tour of Vienna and a motorway service station break in Austria. The first shock came when BangCock and I were told that we were not staying in the main hostel with the rest of the party of skiers, but had actually paid extra for the 3 of us to share a room in a chalet down the road. We both looked accusingly at Rabies who mumbled something about his email telling us this, but we decided that whatever button Rabies had pressed on the keyboard, it had not been the ‘send’ one.

The second shock came when it was announced that we needed to get-up at 6.30 each day. Now, since my enforced retirement in Hungary, 6.30 to me signals the time to start preparing dinner; the reminder that there is another, earlier one was a cruel blow. So the days began with being picked-up at the chalet to be taken to breakfast in the main hostel and at 8.15 boarding the coach for a 45 minute journey from Hollenstein to Hochkar. By the time we arrived it seemed as if the day had already passed but, of course, the ‘fun’ was only just beginning. Each day Rabies was a blur of speed on the black runs; Jack regained his form after a few years break from the slopes and I pottered about trying to figure out why the instructor called the slope flat when it looked like the north face of the Eiger to me.

I was one of three beginners alongside a really fit 36 year old and her fearless, rubberised (he just kept bouncing back off the ground when he fell over), 5 year old son. By the end of the week, the little boy appeared to have been born with skis on his feet whilst I was still trying not to be frightened if I went more than 5 mph on the nursery slope. At the end of the day I had no idea I had so many bones in my body that could ache at the same time. Thankfully, Rabies son Adam and daughter-in-law were on the trip and she led us through some excellent stretching exercises that at least ensured I could walk to the dining hall for dinner.

After dinner one evening, Rabies and BangCock decided, in the spirit of true Hashers, to ‘hit the town’ and seek out the night-life of Hollenstein. Sadly, they were only to discover that the small supermarket stays open longer than the bar and in fact after 8 pm you have more chance of buying milk than a beer. They did find ‘Sinatra’s’, the only two people in the village who did that night, but discovered that he did indeed do it ‘My Way’ and closed at 9 pm.

I am, of course, far too discrete to disclose details of the nocturnal habits of my bedroom buddies. Suffice to say, they were many and varied. Things got a little heated over the noise made by someone’s clock ticking, the repost being that it was impossible to hear the noise of the clock over the snoring. Touché. Rabies and BangCock were perfect gentleman though and come highly recommended as roommates.

Well, thinking about the week now, I can at least reflect that when I am in that home for the bewildered somewhere on the south coast of England, the zimmer frame parked in front of me and eating lunch through a straw, I will never think ' I wonder what it would have been like to go skiing'. The trip was brilliantly organised by the university; the skiing conditions, I am told, were excellent; the company was very friendly and helpful; I don’t feel in need of counselling or therapy after sharing a bedroom with Rabies and BangCock, and I have just about recovered from the shame of being pitied by a 5 year old as I lay in a heap on the ground. I liked the 45 minute coach journey to and from the ski resort; sitting in the chair lift admiring the scenery and eating chips and red sauce at lunchtime. Occasionally, I even ‘enjoyed’ the skiing when I stayed upright for 100 metres but overall, I think I am better suited to other hobbies such as knitting and synchronised custard eating. And would I do it again? I think absolutely and categorically never, never, ever again, as long as I live. Well, not this year anyway.

Finally, here is a quiz. Whilst away I took a call from my landlord who wanted a reading from the water meter in our apartment. But what connects this request with the romantic life of our very own ‘Love God’ – Rabies? The sender of the best suggestion will win a candlelight breakfast for two at the KFC restaurant at Nyugati.

OnOn

P Willow

Rock on Zorro

2009-02-04T13:19:00.002+01:00

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2008-12-21T16:12:00.000+01:00

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Dec. 14th - Hash #923

2008-12-21T16:00:00.002+01:00

MASH AND BANGERS
Hares: Oral Orgasm | Jaws
Scribe: Can you believe that Frustrated Frog has actually, finally, done a Trash????

After a very plesant stroll through the city and a few beer stops, we ended up back to the place we started just by Oktogon. Fish and chips or mash and bangers was the order of the day. On top of that a sizeable amount of beer and cider was being liberally ingurgitated by our happy pack of hashers who had decided to turn up en masse just for the occasion to honour 2000 years of british haute cuisine at its best. Being on a diet, i quickly found myself completely stuffed with the firt three sausages and took great delight in having Randall, our american nano expert, stole from me my last and most precious sausage on the pretext that such good food were not to be left untouched or even worse fed to the dog. After two hours of a most plesant late lunch and despite having to put up with what one of my english friends calls the Donal Duck version of the english language spoken by our friends on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, i must confess that as is the case with most translations, i prefer the original. Having said that, i shall leave you with the words of one of America’s most gifted writer Mark Twain, who jugding by the way french people spoke their language, thought of them as a bunch of homosexuals and shall conclude that as is the case with beauty, it’s all in the eye of the beholder.

Merry Chritmas to all my fellow hashers

Frustrated Frog

Dec. 7th - Hash #922

2008-12-11T12:42:00.003+01:00

Hares: Baldric | Mama San | Pizza Piss

Scribe: Pussy Willow

BangCock, NFG Chris, NFG Darina, NFG John, NFG Kim, NFG Natasha, NFGPetra, Pussy Willow, Sextax, NFG Susan and 10 Minutes Late assembled at 11.30, which is, of course, AFTER EIGHT, on this fine December morning. The Hash began by us nibbling on one of these delicious square mints with considerate Hashers leaving the ‘envelopes’ in the box for Pussy Willow to amuse herself with later in the privacy of her own home. Baldric’s attire for the day succeeded in putting the ’short’ into shorts and the ‘p’ into skimpy and looked as if the manufacturer had run out of material AFTER EIGHT cm. No one was in any doubt that it was, indeed, a cold day!!!

We boarded the No. 60 bus and AFTER EIGHT stops approx. got off at Obudai temeto, the dead centre of town (pathetic old joke, I know) and looked at the mountain in the distance we had to climb. The bus route had taken us past an amphitheatre, left AFTER EIGHT Roman Legions had occupied the site. It began gently enough and did level out and even went downhill towards the end but there was some steady climbing in the middle. The trail must have been about 9 km, so AFTER EIGHT some Hashers were beginning to get a bit tired. The trail finished at the bottom of Harmashatarhegyi ut.

For the circle we were joined by Rabies and it was the usual mixture of ‘Hash Virgins’; Returnees, offences etc. There was the auspicious occasion of a naming to be carried out. Having asked Agi to tell us a little about herself to help us come up with a subtle and appropriate Hash name, we ignored everything we were told and AFTER EIGHT suggestions, decided on Pizza Piss. Well, there is at least an Italian reference in there and it can be shortened to an affectionate ‘Piss’ or ‘PP’.

After what seemed like an EIGHT-ERNITY, we adjourned to a nearby restaurant for lunch and, of course, a mint or two.

Nov. 23rd - Hash #920

2008-11-25T10:46:00.003+01:00

Hare: Bangcock
Scribe: NFG Jenny

There are some things that seem like a good idea at the time, and then later turn out to disappoint. There are others that live up to the hype. This Sunday's Hash was one of the latter: it seemed like a ridiculous (and therefore fantastic) idea before, during and after.

After braving 32 km/hr winds and snow flurries crossing the Chain Bridge, I joined bikers NFHN* Matt and hare BangCock at Batthany Ter. We were met shortly afterward by "strollers" Oral Orgasm, 10 Minutes Late, NFHN Kristina and her dog, Ernie. (I'm not quite sure how "NFHN" works for animals.)

The bikers took off and agreed to meet the strollers a few bars later. Bangcock had clearly put a lot of effort into the trail, and I really enjoyed it as it took me to many side streets in Buda and Pest that I hadn't been to before. Due to the snow and biking, flour wouldn't quite work, so the course was marked with strings tied to signposts along the way.

Our course roughly took us north along the Danube toward Arpad hid. On the way, we wandered through the ruins of a Roman amphitheater and had two well-timed bar stops.

The first bar stop occurred at a pool hall and the second at a smallish bar off the main drag. This second bar is worth noting - while enjoying our Aranys, we watched a woman battle with one of these types of machines for 10 minutes. On the side of machine, a flask was prominently displayed. I still have no idea how it was possible to win the flask from that machine. This was the subject of much conversation, as having a flask in such cold weather seemed like a very good idea.

The beer made us bikers more adventurous, and NFHN Matt started offroading and going down stairs. Bizarrely enough, his only fall did not come during one of these stunts but during a routine turn later on the trail. Conditions were somewhat perilous.

Around this time, we crossed Arpad hid and had "beer" stop #3 with Jager at a Hawaiian-looking restaurant. There was a minor "technology on the hash" transgression, and we were informed that the strollers had wandered from our planned bar meeting point to Vorosmarty ter for mulled wine and then off for pizza on Dob utca. Pizza seemed like a very good idea at this point, so we quickly finished our shots and headed by Lehel market and then along Bajcsy-Zsilinsky to meet them.

Pizza and more beer were consumed, and Budapest Hash #9 something something was successfully concluded. Credit again to Bangcock for a fun trail!

Hash Culture | Music by MaMa-San

2008-11-06T16:37:00.003+01:00

Hi All,

December marks the return to the stage of our resident pianist Mama-San.

When : December 5 19:00
Where : Ajtosi Durer sor 39

What will be played: Schumann, Liszt-Schubert, Mozart, Debussy, Albeniz, and Ginastera

How much: A very cheap price of just 2,000 ft...you spend more on a hash lunch and beer.

For more information please click the picture of Hiroko's inspiration for first playing piano :)

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Born in Sapporo, Japan, Hiroko Ishimoto is one of Japan`s most eminent pianists and has performed in the United States, Canada, South America, Europe and Japan.

Hiroko studied at the prestigious Toho School of Music in Japan, which has produced many world-renowned classical musicians and then, at the prominent Juilliard School in New York. One of her noteworthy achievements was "The Juilliard and Friends", a series of chamber music concerts of which she was the group leader. After leaving Juilliard, Hiroko moved back to Japan and pursued an active career as a musician and as well as teaching at the Toho School of Music for 10 years.

Hiroko`s performances have been written up in the New York Times, which acclaimed her music as `` a synthesis of creativity and tranquility`` and the Music World Japan which described it a ``absolutely original, with a natural sense of rhythm and ability to harmonize``. At the Leonard Bernstein and PMF Music Festival, she played with the London Symphony, which received enthusiastic applause and was noted as a brilliant performance. Her natural rhythm comes from Hiroko being able to see music as emotions and colors. To further enhance her natural talent, Hiroko practices the Alexander Technique, which is a simple and coordination to enhance musical her performance.

Hiroko was introduced to Bartok`s music at Juilliard School by her professor Sandor Gyorgy and since moving to Budapest five years ago, she has been able to further develop her passion for his compositions. Her CD has been played on the Hungarian State BARTOK Radio and her recording of Bartok - Three Folksongs From The Country CSIK was used in the Hungarian movie Children of Glory.

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2008-10-29T10:55:00.001+01:00

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Jack's Photos

2008-10-27T11:14:00.001+01:00

Rabies is senile, there are no pictures here nor have they ever been (no by choice) but you can see them from the link Bangcock sends each week.

Just for you Baldric

2008-10-05T19:00:00.001+02:00

Sept. 28 - Hash #912

2008-10-03T17:21:00.001+02:00

Hares: “Giving Head” & NFHN* Jenny
Stribe: BangCock
*No F**kin’ Hash Name

Once again the Hash Weather Gods smiled upon us. If you weren’t there you missed another of the beautiful Sunday’s that Budapest sometimes shows us to allow us to remember spring before winter comes. There was an even dozen stalwarts who gathered at Battyhany ter to do the trail. There was Baldric, NFHN Jenny, Mamma San, Our Rheinmaiden Petra, 10 Minutes Late, Myself (Bang Cock), Hot Steam, Our Beautiful Sarah who’s Hash Name keeps slipping away from me during my frequent Alzheimer’s lapses (It is “Something Revealed” or similar. She will definitely berate me over this as she only reminded me of it “again” Sunday), A Visiting Hasher from Buffalo, NY (1A-Hole), Giving Head, NFHN Marina and a Virgin friend of GH, Maria.

For a change we had enough vehicles so with GH giving me directions (Not Head) we convoyed out to the Csillaghegy district on the left just past Aquincum.

Note: For those of you not understanding Hungarian, Csillaghegy translates into English to mean “ Region of many hills and wooden stairs that go up and up and up and up to reach a rocky top with a magnificent aspect”.

GH and I left the pack at the starting area to park and mill about while she showed me to way to the finish to leave the Beer Wagon there and jog back. On returning to the start the pack set off to an immediate check that caused a few of the FRB’s to go the wrong way but Virgin Maria stated most emphatically “ It MUST go this way!” and set off along the road up the hill. (She was correct!) We went past some sort of Greek compound following the road as it curved back and forth while continuing up and up. After a fairly long straight the road bore off to the left but the front runners spotted the trail marks going up some stairs straight on and proceeded accordingly up and up and up and up. I do believe we climbed more stairs than there are on the Tour Eiffel. We crossed several roads but still went on up. We finally ran out of stairs and were on a path through some bush where there was a check and the path to the left still going up was the true trail. Up again along this path to another check. Here we realized that we didn’t hear the pack behind us so we waited while calling “ON! ON!”.

GH went back down the hill a bit but still no sign of the pack and Baldric started down also. While they were going down the cell phones started ringing. It was Mamma San and Petra calling. The pack was lost. They had missed the turn off from the first road and with “Lemming Like” discipline they continued along the first road where no marks were to be found. They were given directions and the rest of us turned left at the check to find more stairs going up but now they were wooden logs at odd spacing’s. Up and up and up and up we went but the reward was at the top when the path reached an area where on the left a huge natural amphitheater of high cliffs with eroded caves and hollows opened up and on the right was a beautiful view of Szentendre, Csillaghegy, Aquincum and Budapest. There were a number of other hikers in this area and even some complete idiots scaling the cliffs. We stayed here until the pack caught up and by the time they reached us I do believe that 10 Minutes Late was coughing up arterial blood! Several “group grope” pictures were taken here whilst the pack recuperated.

Then it was off again for a brief upward climb when lo and behold the trail leveled out and we started following a narrow path through the woods leading downwards. The path meandered through the woods leading us around some sort of a fenced in compound and through a couple of checks. At last we came out of the woods and started down a narrow and steep paved driveway that took us past a cemetery on our left and through some very nice residential sections. We followed trail through another check or so and suddenly there was the Beer Wagon and the end of the trail next to a little “jewel box” of a park where we set up for the Circle.

When all of the pack arrived the Circle was formed with the Hares being duly recognized for their efforts. (I think it was one of the better trails of the year and a decidedly new venue that was challenging, fun and interesting) The normal proceedings followed with our RA conjuring up all sorts of offences and involving all parties in doing Down-Downs. When the bottom of the beer coolers could be seen it was time for a “NAMING”. NFHN Jenny, having done three trails and having Hared this one, qualified and was sent away to ponder her fate whilst various potential names were bandied about. Finally a complicated and disputed vote was taken and NFHN Jenny was recalled to kneel for her “Naming”. She was then thoroughly baptized with flour and beer and from now on, in sickness or in health, wherever she hashes she is to be known as “PUCK ME”.

Anything after that would have been anticlimatic so the Circle was closed and the Hash ended.

However while most of the group returned to town, Baldric, myself, Giving Head and A1-Hole stayed in Csillaghegy and dined at a lovely little restaurant followed by some excellent and very cheap beer at a nearby bar before we returned to Budapest. All in all a good Hash.

ON! ON!
BC

Sept. 21 - Hash #911 - Rosadomb

2008-09-29T15:21:00.004+02:00

Hare: Me
Scribe: NFG Kinga

On September the 21, our trail was set by St Anus. It led us through Rózsadomb – some of you who happen to live here in this beautiful country of ours, and still choose not to learn the language, but surround yourselves with merely English speakers and try to live like in a bubble - well, if you are one of those, you might not know that Rózsadomb means Rose Hill.

Although I usually prefer walking in forests rather than along public roads, there was not much traffic, so it wasn’t bad. I enjoyed this trail a lot, I found it physically challenging enough with all those steep steps and slopes, and also liked the unpredictability of where those little winding alleys and steps might take us. Smokers who had a hard time climbing uphill are now strongly encouraged to consult me for some medical advice.

Pussy Willow was very kind, she explained to me all about this flour sign system. As I understand, it is part of the game that the sign is without an arrow. So the runners do the harder job. Next time when I join the runners, I suggest not helping walkers and turning the sign into an arrow! I would prefer not making life any easier for anyone. (Yes, yes, now you must have recognized me. It is your teacher speaking :o)

It was a nice surprise that the trail finally led through some woods and most of all that it ended at Pálvölgyi cave. It was a pity that some people left before the circle.

It turned out that the mysterious new guy called David was Sex Tax’s brother. I found it quite strange that his hair was not white. I loved those obscene songs. Bang Cock let us take a glimpse into his musical talent. (Where can I get the lyrics?) The choice of beers was really excellent, but! You should be more careful about the temperature. The kind I had to drink as punishment was really too cold. I was punished several times, so it was really endangering my health. (Is there someone who could back this outrageous wives tale up???)

Those who didn’t continue up to the restaurant, can be really sorry. You missed a great time, some delicious gulyás and some hilarious scenes as well. Giving Head was so desperate, she was only willing to share her leftover food in exchange for some male company. Unfortunately, the blackmail was unfruitful. Well, keep trying, better luck next time :o)

NFG KINGA

2008-09-29T15:21:00.001+02:00

Sept 7th - Hash #909

2008-09-15T18:34:00.001+02:00

Hare : Cheesy Balls
Scribe: Oral Orgasm

We had a fairly short Hash today, starting off at our usual meeting spot, then taking a tram towards our final destination of Budafok. Cheesy Balls earned his name again today because he must have found the cheesiest and trashiest trail he could, laying a trail through garbage mounds, railway tracks and some other areas where I would not want to be during the night. Our model, Nata, was kind enough to pose with some of the garbage. Ten minutes later and halfway to our destination, having viewed some road kill, we found ourselves at our first beer stop, a little place called Pistaneni Sorozo, where we drank our first refreshment of the day (well, for some it was the first of the day) and dined on tastefully presented peanuts.

After waiting and waiting for Wash and Blow, Baldric and Jaws to come out of the washroom (why did they all go at the same time and why did they take so long?), we made a short jaunt to the Wine Festival in Budafok. After sampling some good ol’ deep fried Hungarian food and drinking wine and champagne, we hiked up a hill to our down down winery. However, when the runners got there, they were told that the winery was closed. Now, Cheesy Balls did say that he drank a lot of and went to a number of places on Saturday, so he must have forgotten to ask whether or not they were open on Sunday and what time they closed. It’s a good thing that the owners took pity on us and “allowed” us to buy several bottles of their fermented grape juice.

During our circle, our RA did a very good job in getting us to drink a lot of wine but was unable to keep control of his drunken brood. It’s a good thing he’s bald because if he wasn’t, he would have been pulling his hair out. When we FINALLY finished our circle, we stumbled our way down the hill to a recommended restaurant called Istvan Tatany. There, we settled our bones to listen to a Hungarian man singing and playing the keyboard. He was so good, that some of us felt inspired to join him. I decided to accompany him by doing my Muslim women’s cry of LALALALALALALA. He seemed to enjoy my addition because his hair almost stood on end. Then Wash and Blow stole the microphone and sang a song and made funny noises. After much dancing, falling on the ground, hiding behind aprons and doing a great rendition of a Hash song, we left the restaurant, to the sorrow of some of the Hungarian patrons.

When we reached the street, some of our party had disappeared into parts unknown (did they go somewhere else to drink more wine?). Six of us took the tram back, where we continued our appreciated talents by singing Yellow Submarine, but changing these two words to “yellow tram” in Hungarian. Our fellow travelers enjoyed our singing very much and were sad to get off. At Moszkva Ter, some die hearts resumed their merriment at the Moszkva Ter Café.

OnOn Oral Orgasm (that means orgasms in my mouth)

August 31th - Hash #908 Huvosfold

2008-09-15T18:29:00.002+02:00

Hare: Balrdic + Eat Me
Scribe: Oral Orgasm

The Good Weather Hash Gods smiled upon us again this past Sunday. We all met at Batthnyi Ter at 11:30am, but it seems that many people were unable to tell time and arrived much later. After some confusion as to who had cars, where we were supposed to go next and where we were going to start (all this was shrouded in a cloud of mystery by our two Hares, Baldric and Pia), we finally set off for Moszkva Ter. We were then herded onto the number 59 tram and onto the funicular which took us all to our final destination, in Huvosfold. (Sad a Canadian-Hungarian can't spell this word correctly)

We were off to a nice start (little did we know what was to come) with the runners expending their energies finding the false trails for the slower people – the walkers . We wound our way through many nice neighborhoods, finally coming to a street where our walking Hare, Pia, seemed quite confused and looked lost. Apparently, a couple of the flour markers were to be found only under huge piles of dirt. The Hares de Jour forgot to contact the city of Budapest to tell them not to dig up the street on a Sunday thereby confusing us simple folks as to our whereabouts?

While we were waiting for Pia to find the way for us, the last of the walkers finally caught up with us. Now, not many of us can claim to “have felt the earth move under our feet” but Aggie can. She caught up with us and showed us a very nasty looking scratch running from her hand to her elbow. Hmmm, I wonder who or what she was thinking of?

With disaster having been avoided (Pia found the trail and we decided that Aggie didn’t need to be hospitalized), we were back on the trail again. After some more scenic streets and having walked for many kilometers now, we arrived at the top of a gravity defying “hill” where we walkers had to form a “chain gang” to help each other down. Our visiting Hasher, Phyllis (who wouldn’t divulge her age, but we put her anywhere between 0 and 100), took the challenge quite well,considering that she was wearing almost brand new aspiraldas (sorry, but don’t know how to spell this), which were definitely not suited for gravity defying mountain goat trails.

When we thought that it was all over (Pia kept telling us we were almost at our destination), we came to a barb wire fence we had to crawl through, then we had to climb a small mountain, then descend this small mountain. I think by this time, there was some swearing and threats going on towards our Hares de Jour. Then, out of the blue, a green angel appeared – a ranger who showed us an easy way down the small mountain, who held our hands and wasn’t bad to look at. He brought us to another, who then proceeded to lecture us about the protected area we just tramped through. Apparently, there was a conservation project going on and they had seeded the area with special seeds. Maybe Baldric will know in the future that if there is a fence keeping people out, it should not be torn down and ignored.

We finally made it to the top of the next small mountain where our runners were impatiently waiting.

We were all pretty hungry by this time and just wanted to get the circle over with, but noooooo, our fearless Baldric Hare, drew out the circle, giving out as many wrong doings as he possibly could. But, someone did a nice deed and brought a bottle of white wine, thinking of Petra. Sandra also joined in drinking the wine, but it kept disappearing at a fairly fast rate. It was finally observed that Hot Steam was drinking behind everyone’s back. When we ran out, she very vocally demanded more.

Since our circle was in a public park, a couple of old Hungarian ladies complained about the excessive noise we were making, so removed ourselves from the park to the street where we proceeded with the christening Pia, who is now called Eat Me, and Phyllis, who is now called Fill (Phyl?) This Hat. Once the ceremonies were over, we were FINALLY able to go to a restaurant to eat. A few die hearts proceeded to Moszkva Ter Café, where we consumed a bit more alcohol. So, what’s new?

OnOn Oral Orgasm (that means orgasms in my mouth)

Unnecessary Censorship

2008-09-06T18:37:00.002+02:00

August 24th 2008 Hash #907 - Gellert

2008-08-27T10:16:00.002+02:00

Hare: Sir Dickman Jarkko
Scribe: Rabies
Gellert Hill Hash #90? of the Budapest Hash House Harriers

24th of August 2008 was a hash Sunday for BPH3, but also the closing day of the Beijing Olympic Games in China. Being Hungarian, in the morning I had to watch the whole water-polo final between the US and the Hungarian teams. It was worth for it! The Hungarian team won the match (to 14:10) and also the gold medal, resulting also quite a few, well deserved down-downs for all looser Americans in the hash circle celebrations later, in the afternoon.

Because of the polo final, I was slightly late for the hash meeting place, but far not the last arriving there, for sure. Yet, at the end of the day it was me, whom the acting RA selected and appointed to scribe and describe the event. One can hardly get a just and fair treatment in our times, particularly not on the hash, I know, but why? RA Sir Baldric, I ask you: Why do you have a pick always on me? You are not American, are you?

The appointment came too late and as a surprise to me. By that time I got far too drunk to start listening to boring jokes, names and other details, what I didn't care for too much at the beginning, neither, to tell the truth. All I can definitely remember was the name of the hare, Sir Dickman Jarkko, the Flying Fin, and his Harley Davidson. Jarkko had lost one of my hairy balls, what he borrowed from me for laying the trail, so I do not want to waste more words on him. Read the preliminary correspondence copies here, if you insist to know. Also, instead of asking me, just check Jack's photo album below for identifying the participants. (By the way, many thanks for the promptly published pictures, Dear Jack Bang Cock!)

In a hopeless effort trying to recollect myself, here are some further (although rather dim) memories from the event, coming up slowly, one by one:

-It was a "B" to "B" hash, meaning that the car-less ones had to take the tram from meeting place "A", then walk up to the starting and ending point "B", called Busulo Juhasz (Broken Hearted Shepherd) restaurant. The run itself must had been picturesque, the views from Gellert hill used to be always pretty spectacular, and challenging, too. This time even a few professional cliffhangers were practicing along our trail, with ropes and all that kind of equipment of theirs. Half of the pack got lost halfway, of course, but they still could manage to arrive to the Beer Wagon well before the others. How? They must have committed a crime, presumably a mass short cutting, while the four of us, the proper front runners, (Ginger Pussy, Baldric, Sir Dickman and Rabies), wasted our time with amusing dozens of amazed and stunned tourists at the foot of the "Freedom Statue" on the hilltop, by singing there a "Father Abraham" in public.

-The circle was something extraordinary, lasting almost for two hours. We have eradicated completely the huge amount of beer on stock, except for a few cans of non-alcoholic pseudo hash fuel, and one last bottle of very cheap white vine saved alone for Andy Cheesy Balls, who couldn't stop whining always for vine and against beer, especially against the "Special" beer of the day. You should had seen Hash Beer BC's face with the desperate expression on it, when realizing that all the three cool boxes in his Beer Wagon car got totally emptied.

-"Pia" is a Hungarian slang word for booze. Living up the local meaning of her name, blond Dane Dame Pia was standing up as the squat-in bar maid, probably the most attractive one ever seen in hash circles. She promised to co-hare Sir Baldric on the next run, only in order to deserve a proper hash name. I have already a suggestion... I can also recall the breath taking smile of another blond woman in the circle. She is a Russian citizen living in Ukraine, if I'm not mistaken, or vice versa. Can somebody tell me her name? And, if possible, her phone number too?

-Similar to the Beijing Olympic Games, there were many different nationalities represented in the circle, one way or another. Norway, for instance, was represented only with a chocolate bar sent by our Linda Cunning Linguist, staying in the country of Fiords for a while. Jack Bang Cock acted as her attorney, when solemnly distributed chunks of this dessert around. Another Danish Viking in the circle, Thomas Smokey Donkey praised the Norwegian chocolate vehemently, claiming that Swiss chocolate is nothing compared to this product. Sacred Scandinavian chauvinism...

-According to recent hash correspondence, (see some copies below), the hard core of the pack continued the OnOn debauchery in the For Sale Pub, short after being expelled from Nevada Pub in the afternoon. At the end of the night many of them were leaving their unpaid bills there to poor Jaws and Sir Dickman, respectively, but with no respect at all, I must say. Shameful, unfair behavior, just like appointing me to scribe... No, I was not there in the For Sale, for sure, I was certainly not part of this dirty atrocity, no matter how drunk I got in the afternoon. Why can I be that firm? Well, I have asked my dear wife, Ildiko Tokaji Sweet. She confirmed me, and mind: She doesn't only know everything, but she knows everything better, too.

OnOn, Rabies, your official HR (Hell Raiser)

Ps.: Damned! Beer came first, so I forgot again to buy one of the stylish, red and/or blue BPH3 #900th tee-shirts for my dear wife, what I wanted to do for so long! Never mind, next time. By the way... Have you bought yours? Hurry up, before your Haberdasher & Hash Beer Jack Bang Cock runs short of shirts too...

August 17th 2008 Hash #906 - Gellert

2008-08-26T10:36:00.002+02:00

Hare: Broken Rabies

The lost and found hash

As you know it’s a religious experience whenever Rabies sets a trail. For all you “lost” hashers, be aware that Rabies has threatened to set more and more trails. Heed my advice today, don’t let Swiss Ball Marking (not that is SBM not SMB) take over the hash.

Last Sunday - usual meeting place and as usual, we were late! Hell we take a lot or organizing to get out of the house before midday on Sunday. But we were a full contingent of IIa’ers with the Hash Puppy in toe. A great start to the run through the castle district, a small dispute with some authority figures extended out trail. But who could complain about being in such a lovely place when its 30degrees.

We soon left the Var and headed in Gellert direction, to where I was told Rabies lived. So at each corner I expected the trail to end. How wrong I was. It went on and on. Come & Go walked with Eagle Eye on his shoulders as she was already tired. I also thought he had the Hash Puppy, so took advantage to chat and chat, vaguely watching for blobs.

We had a park stop and sang Father Abraham to the modern founding father of Turkey. Then it was off again and I was becoming impatient to know where Rabies lived (AKA, the end of the trail). Around this time I asked Come&Go where the Hash Puppy was. He seemed to have also been chatting too much and had lost sight of her (potentially dangerous and she is not de-sexed yet).

Sex Tax and I decided to put a bit of energy into it at this time and sprinted off to find the FRB’s to see if they had the Hash Puppy or had at least seen her. As ST and I almost went into cardiac arrest the FRB’s were seen reversing back to Rabies house (they had simply run on by) and the Hash Puppy was safely with them.

It is interesting to note that the Hash Puppy could not move on Monday and did not dig up any part of the garden that day due to being utterly exhausted…we will be bring HP back for more exercise with the FRB’s.

On On

Prague 888

2008-08-26T10:27:00.004+02:00

Good to see other hashs as clueless as ours in getting out invitations on time (just in last week). Not only that but why in the world didn't they do this last month on the 8th....that's what I call poor planning but they are expecting 80 visitors vs our 4 :(

PRAGUE HASH HOUSE HARRIERS

888^th Run & 24^th Anniversary Hash Weekend PROGRAMME

29^th - 31^stAugust 2008

From 1 July-YOU GET FINED DRINKING BEER in the STREET! Be careful!

Prague H3 is celebrating their 888^th run and 24 years of Hashing in the greatest of all European cities with the greatest beer!

Thursday, August 28^th

· 14.30: meet Goldilocks (Ian Broadhead: +49 173 298 4917) at Café Slavia, Smetanovo Nabrezi, for a walk and pub visits!

· 'Red Dress Run' - actually the 4th Prague RDR! [NOT included in the weekend price so bring money for non 'down down' drinks & dinner and charity collection] Meet from 19.00 at pub 'Jama, V Jame 7, Prague 1: www.jamapub.cz/eng - not far from Wenceslas Square/between Stepanska and Vodickova streets. A - A run - i.e., leave your stuff at the pub! Run starts at 20.00!!

Friday, August 29^th

· 10.30: meet Goldilocks in the courtyard with the fountain next to Malostranske Metro, Mala Strana, for a walk and pub visits - all day if you want!

· REGISTRATION from 17.00-19.30 at Restaurant Manes, Masarykovo nabrezi 250, Prague 1 (embankment): www.restaurace-manes.cz - not far from the National Theatre closer to Jiraskuv most (bridge). Collect your Hash Haberdashery/t-shirt, Hash Handout and Goody-Bag! leave your luggage at restaurant, as we will return there for the 'circle' / Registration open all evening for latecomers!

· DINNER from 17.00-19.30. You'll receive vouchers to cover a meal + three beers/wine/soft drinks, so please bring Czech money for any extra beers/drinks.

· PUB FUN 'RUN' starts: 19.30. Discover riverside joys of Prague plus Quiz 'Hunt for Libuse'!

· 'DOWN-DOWNS' at approximately 22.00 back at Restaurant Manes, address as above.

Saturday, August 30^th

● ANNIVERSARY RUN No. 888- starts at 12.00 from Jinonice metro station (outside), Prague 5, yellow(B)line. Beware of the 'Heller Check'! Look in the Goody Bag for your Heller & bring it along! Leave bags in Hash beer van.

● 'DOWN-DOWNS' & PICNIC LUNCH: approx. 15.00; 'circle' at Barrandov at end of tramline.

· DINNER starts: 19.00 at Restaurace Na Ořechovce, Východní 17, Prague 6; www.naorechovce.cz: 2 beer kegs with free beer till they run out! Plus you'll receive vouchers for: 3-course meal + coffee/tea plus 4 more beers/wine/soft drinks

Theme: 'Visitors to Prague Castle'.... so let your imagination run riot!.............best costume wins a prize!

- Dancing to the Doobie Doobie Band (50's & 60's rock & roll)!

- Hash Entertainment - come with a joke, song, or sketch!

- Raffle/Tombola - bring something from your home Hash or your local beverage!

Sunday, August 31^st

● ROYAL RUN (HANGOVER HASH) starts at 10.30a.m. from Klarov: green grass opposite Malostranske Metro, Prague 1, Mala Strana: metro stop Staromestska, green(A) line, & walk over Manes bridge; or trams 12,18, 22 or 23. Visitors may store their luggage in the Hash beer van and pick it up at the 'circle'.

● DOWN-DOWNS - on otherside of Petřín Hill....& GOOD-BYE HASHY HUGS & KISSES!

· Approx 13.00: LUNCH possibly at Restaurant Petřínské terasy, halfway up Petřín Hill (not far from the funicular railway) in Prague 1, MaláStrana (Lesser Quarter) - at your own expense!

Weekend contacts/mobiles for MisManagement Committee:

Bouncing Czech /BC/ (Irena Brichta )- MisManager +420 602 200 882

Brigitte Burda /BB/ (Brigitte Lintner)- Hash Haberdasher + 420 724 221 605

Yankee Dong /YD/ (Hugh Eland) - GM + 420 775 214 837

Sperm Doctor/SD/ (Steve Trowbridge) - Hash Cash + 420 608 333 278

Seldom Hasher's Party Photos

2008-08-21T10:18:00.000+02:00

Some of you may remember the Tassi girl who rarely attends the Hash but makes it to the parties :p, well she took some photos at SexTax and Pussy Willow's rockin' St. Istvan's birthday party. The photos can be found here. Please click the lady below....

July 27th Hash #903 - City Park

2008-08-05T14:11:00.002+02:00

Hare : Frustrated Frog + NFG B

Scribe: Can't Say No

Le On On Y Va Run

We meet per usual at Batthany Ter. I was late as I brought le hash puppy with me, thus set task of writing le run report. Le run started at Heros Square and of course we all lost each other before le trail even started.

Approx. 5 minutes after starting we had le beer arret. A welcome relief due to le heat. Then it was on on around the park through les enfants playground and down down le slide. Le blobs were somewhat difficult to find in le correct order but we managed with a little help from les Hares.

Le circle was by hosted by le St A. and we bevenued several virgins who we hope will be be back. If you had not guessed already le run was set by le French Frog and la Bee.

Until le prochain run,
Can’t Say le NON

Run Report submitted by Le Hash Puppy: Goldie
Sniff sniff, oh yes scratch a little bit more to the right.
Snuff snuff, yep I like all this attention. Run and but more but never over exert oneself.
I might be back – especially if I can fart in the car and blame it on Mommy again!

July 20th Hash #902 - Outside Budakeszi

2008-08-05T14:08:00.003+02:00

Hare: St A
Scribe: Cheesy Ball who thinks he is better than everyone else and therefore doesn't have to write up a report on the best hash every had in Budapest, Hungary, or all of Eastern MFing Europe.

Cheesy Balls has let the hash down again!!!!

July 13th Hash #901 - Rosadomb

2008-07-21T18:06:00.001+02:00

Hash Number 901,

The Morning After

After the marathon length 900 Hash day I was sure there was not to be a morning after hash for me. But as the minutes ticked past 10:59, enthusiasm got the better of rational judgment and I momentarily forgot the ach in by quadriceps. With a bright sunny sky above and a foggy memory I trod the warming pavement to become the last arrival among a group of some 15 over zealous hashers including several out of town guests.

A trail was set by our very own GM, Sextax. It was reported that our co-GM Pussy Willow helped but I doubt it. The hash trail roamed the ups and downs of the second district including a customary stop at Gul Baba’s tomb, for the easterners among us I suppose. As the heat wore on runners split from the walkers for a nearer beer stop and rest. This stop turned out to be a relaxing experience on the roof top of the Bath next to Lucas Bath, the name of which escapes me.

When replenished it was then back on the short upward trail to the second beer stop at the GM’s flat. To our delight, host Pussy Willow had waiting snacks and ice-cold beer. Most likely to make up for an ill representation in the trail setting process. Nonetheless, their flat near the clouds was a welcomed belief from the heat. The rather lengthy beer stop came with the experience of viewing the British game of Cricket, or at least a part of one. And whether welcomed or not Pussy Willow provided excellent commentary on the rules.

After really cold beer, snacks and the Cricket match, much to my chagrin there was more hash trail to endure. And although the hare promised it was all downhill, it wasn’t really. But alas, we ended up in the vicinity of Moskva Ter and a nice, although late, lunch

Well that’s is your hash report, its not a long retort so drink it down, down, down etc.

Juy 12, 2008 Hash #900

2008-07-18T14:44:00.003+02:00

HASH NUMBER 900

The great event of the Budapest Hash number 900 was a great success for all those who attended. A wonderful day of sunshine, running, beer and some very nice titties.

Rabies had made some lame excuse for not setting the trail, he was recovering from getting high (then low…). But we had Baldrick and Bang Cock as the hares on what seemed to be the hottest day of the year. The run started at our usual meeting spot across the river from the seat of power, where our glorious Prime Minister presides over his loyal parliamentarians.

I had a rapid drive from Balaton to get arrive in the nick of time (hoping no speed tickets turn up…) but I did pick up the late-cumer prize of being scribe for the day. It was a great pleasure to find our favourite Tulin had come all the way from Turkey to be with us! Visitors from LA, Kiev and Vienna helped make our numbers almost respectable, but what the Bp hash lacked in quantity was made up for in quality !

Baldrick explained how his marks were set, so nobody listened as usual and we set off in every direction to find the flour (well, almost every direction, only missing the one that had the trail). Eventually after much running up and down getting nowhere, the cry of "On On" was heard and the pack set off, running directly away from the river – this must be the direction of the Castle district….

Baldrick had set the first half, so there was no surprise when we found ourselves running up steps, higher and higher, then round and round, up and down, and searching for where the trail went …. But experienced hashers enjoy the challenge. We explored the Castle district, steps and ramparts, streets and pathways…. With many a tittie style check to keep our peckers up. At one pont the trail went over a series of cannons, so the non-geriatric hashers took glee in leaping over them… The obligatory stop for a rousing chorus of Father Abraham was made beside the tomb of the last Turkish ruler. Eventually, after what seemed like a long hash, we appeared out at the site of a splendid horse and rider – famous for the fact that the Budapest law students always reach up and touch the balls (of the horse, not the rider) for good luck before an exam. Incredible Hulk went one better and clambered up to kiss them…

On to a beer stop at a friendly little pub where we have been before (in red dresses in the snow if I remember well). The landlord did not crack the slightest smile to find all these sudden visitors wanting him to work hard at pouring beer… The other clients were not Hungarian, there were a group of Croats and an Irish guy who chatted and seemed as if he might at least join BH3 for social events sometime… A good long beer stop was what was needed to refresh all our hot sweaty parts before starting out again, towards the second half, set by Bang Cock. Inevitably, the trail headed in the direction of the citadel, firstly towards the Presidential Palace, then into the big courtyard in front of the museum which seemed to have no exits. But the crafty hare had found a way through, around more museum, even through an entrance hall (in one door and out another – where another horse became a victim of Incredible Hulk).

After several more very attractive tittie shaped checks, we bumper into our Australian/Austrian hashers who had some feeble excuse about a visitor preventing them celebrating our 900 run, happy memories of certain hashers emptying the whole wine cellar were recounted, before the hash continued, going down hill, then around and up to the citadel for another hash halt at the top. We were eventually heading down past St Gellert and down to the gardens near Rudas baths for a circle.

Our esteemed RA allowed us to toast the hares in the usual manner, despite the lack of our song-meister, songs flowed just as freely as the 'special' beer (brewed in an unknown country of origin). We all enjoyed the virgins and listened to find out who made them cum. The visitors from many parts swelled our membership, with the unforgettable lovely girls from Kiev, the Ukraine member who spoke like he came from a long way further west, and a Vienna member who sounded as if he was from far north of known civilisation.

The number of offences was remarkable, and the beer kept flowing… until the climax was reached with a triple naming ceremony. The flour and beer flowed even faster, all 3 had a good coating of the lovely sticky mixture by the time we finished. If I had drunk less beer I might have remembered all the names … the young newly named Wankidextrous and everyone else put their names into the famous BH3 record book after a good round of the Hash Hymn.

All the (hungry) hashers, having been on the run for almost 3 hours, then having been singing and gesticulation furiously, needed food. A new Hash resto had been found by Wash-n-Blow, so we wandered off to catch a tram and most of us just hoped no inspectors were about. All found the place OK, and Haggis joined us there. Good food and more fun for the evening was had, with some of the crowd eventually heading over to the French Institute for the Bastiel Day street party, with stands of cheese, wine, champagne and other froggie goods. We were lucky enough to run into Soft Porn who was waiting to get hold of some Ginger Pussy.

And so ended the day of our 900 run ! All of us eager to see the big 1000 celebrations in a few years time!

On On !!!!!

July 06, 2008, Hash #899

2008-07-18T14:42:00.000+02:00

Hash 899 on July 6th 2008

Hare : Bang Cock

The crowd gathered in the usual location with splendid views of the Magyar Parliament buildings in brilliant sunshine. Oh what a great day for a hash ! The assembled hashers were more numerous than usual with assorted visitors and new residents. There were 2 teenage guys from LA, living with Bang Cock, he claimed they were 'sons of a friend' but we all had other suspicions (they admitted to being virgins and that Bang Cock had made them cum…. Draw your own conclusions….). Most other visitors were from the US, some were regular Tokyo hashers; and 2 Times a Weeny brought a Scottish hasher from Qatar. We even had a baby in a 3-wheel cross-country pushchair. Since we were about 25 people in all, there was not enough car space, so the motley crew set off by car or public transport in a northerly direction to the Practika store in Ujbuda. Cars parked with no shade from the sun, but it was not a long wait for the pubic travellers.

BC gave the usual incomprehensible instructions, and the runners headed off in all directions looking for flour, until an "On-On" sent everyone in the direction the walkers were going. Even the baby in the 3-wheeler was running… There was a slight problem since the trail was not going to be buggy-friendly. But BC fortunately knew some alternative routes for some of the difficult parts, but the runners didn't know what was coming…. And as for the walkers…..

The runners trail followed a wide overgrown track and after a check or 2 went into a well overgrown field, the undergrowth almost needed a machete, so the baby stroller definitely needed an alternative route. Everyone followed one by one up and up through long weeds and bushes, eventually coming out onto a road which overlooked Practika and the other stores and residential area. Not a bad view, and the walkers were going to see it often…

The check had several options going up, so of course it was the steepest one which was correct, all the runners headed up this way, and got pretty spread out as the fitter ones kept running and the others dropped further back. Fortunately there were water pumps at regular intervals, it was a hot, sweaty day. When the walkers go to the check, they didn’t find the trail (something about talking too much and not walking enough… So they headed along the road in one direction, then the other, then back again, in circles and up & down…. With no progress until further down the page…

The runners trail went up a deep gully, full of huge stones, bits of tree and the obligatory detritus of 'civilisation' that accumulates in such places. It was pretty hard going for the average hasher, the baby stroller was going to have a problem to get up this part! Eventually, up a steep bank and out the gully, the running trail became easier and everyone stretched out at full speed (or walked slowly…) further upwards. Always in forest, the trees were of different sorts and different heights, but always trees. So even when we reached the 'top' there were no Hash views, just more checks and more blobs along some really beautiful woodland trails. It was a real pleasure to be running around the area. Baldrick and Incredible eventually descended back into tarmac roads and continued on blobs until we saw the Walkers. So we knew we must be on the right trail, until the walkers explained that they were still near the start and had only walked up and down the same road…. It took the runners a couple of minutes to solve the route question, the return trail did get very close to the out trail at this point – and at this point it turned steep down hill, heading back to the cars. So a now very-spread-out hash trailed slowly back to the cars. Fortunately BC had forgotten to lock his car, so the cold beer and drinks were available!

A long circle with plenty of spurious calls in good spirit meant that the beer flowed well. Then after a rousing chorus of the Hash Hymn, we all wondered where to eat. Fortunately Haggis was able to give help by telephone – a nearby Indian resto was open – there were no other customers and the prices were low for Hungarian Indians, so a good crowd of Hashers got well fed with a wide variety of spicy dishes (some being surprisingly hotter than the menu indicated…)..

A good time had by all ! Thanks to the Hare BC !!

May ???, 2008, Hash # 896???

2008-07-18T14:36:00.000+02:00

HASH TRASH

Hare : Heather – Mai 2008

The trail in question was the one we did in May on St Gellert’s Hill. Heather had laid the trail in the morning and I think that she went up and down St Gellert’s Hill at least 3 times to keep the whole group gathered. She did really well, running and walking at the same time. However, we lost someone about 50 meters after the departure.

It was quite predictable because the person in question had taken a big bag full of books with her + was dressed all in black though it was stunning warm that day. I guess you know now who I am talking about. On the way, we met some Germans who were astonished to hear English people speaking German (or the contrary, I can’t remember exactly now).

At the top of the hill, we stopped for a drink. From the top of St Gellert’s Hill, we went down behind the castle and then up in the castle. And then I have to stop here because unfortunately, I lost the group at that point. By the way, I got some important information on this trail: There are two sorts of elephants in the Budapest zoo: Some are from Africa and some from India. The discriminatory thing is that the ones from Africa had to move because of the reconstruction of the zoo, whereas the Indian ones were able to stay were they were. I’ve never been to the zoo but that could be a nice start for a trail. Nicht wahr?

NFG Bea

DeathMarch of Pilisvorosvar - Hash #898

2008-07-01T10:56:00.000+02:00

Hare: Baldric

Note- The trash should have been written by NFG (new french girl???) Bea who is still working on her master opus on last weeks trash so Bangcock has thrown himself on to the gernade.

It was a rather small but select group that showed up at Battyhany ter on this absolutely beautiful Sunday. There was Baldric (the Hare du jour), myself (Bang Cock), St. Anus, 10 Minutes Late, Hot Flush, Three Times A Wienie, Frustrated Frog Legs, Bea and Pia. Baldric and I made a brief foray into the supermarket to but eater and food to make sandwiches for after the trail. (We knew we would end at the micro-brewery in Pilisvorosvar and they don’t serve food.)

We hopped on the HEV and rode one stop north of Margit hid where we got off and caught the “Red” train that came by about 12:10. The train is excellent and it took us out to Aquincum cutting off to the east along part of last week’s trail. About 10 minutes later we arrived at Pilisvorosvar just as the lady ticket collector arrived to collect fares. When she learned we were getting off there she just shrugged her shoulder and indicated we should forget about it.

Dismounting we gathered for a long rambling series of fairly confusing trail instructions from the hare. (Little did we realize that this was setting the tone for the trail.) We finally had “light bulbs” glowing over our heads [HEAD-WHO SAID HEAD?] as we understood which way we should start out. Baldric and Wienie took off with the backpacks containing the rest of the water that we had not removed and the food to jog to the brewery and leave them there while the rest of the pack walked to start the trail until they caught up.

Stumbling along the RR tracks we came to the main road and found a check. Sussing it out we turned left to follow flour. Passing a gas station we bore left starting up the street. Just past the crest there was another check. The trail led down a small but picturesque lane and as we continued along our Hare and Wienie rejoined us. Then those running, Hot Flush, Wienie, BC and Baldric took off along the lane and down a looong stairway at the end leading to a small square in front of a church on a main street. Off we went to the left for a long straight till the trail took us on a right turn up another street which meandered along and eventually ended at a path leading into the woodlands and up, and up, and up, and up. Wheezing and gasping, crawling and stumbling we finally got out of the gully and took a side path that eventually brought us to a small road. A bit further along we came to a Hash Hold mark and rested there until the rest of the pack came up while we debated the translation of the sign finally “agreeing” that it referred to St. Steven’s pine trees inside a split rail enclosure. The view was nice but pretty much blocked by trees.

The pack caught up and we milled about some more finally taking off down another path taking us to a dirt road. Here our Hare took us up a very steep face of a hill to see the view of a lovely Cell Phone tower. From the top we could see that we could have simply walked around the hill and walked up rather than scrambling up the treacherous gravel face.

Coming down the back side of the hill we once again took the dirt road, being passed by several mountain biker going the other way.(They were going down. We were still going up. Who are the smart ones!) The road took us to a truly beautiful out look from a grassy field. We all stopped and took pictures. By this time we were beginning to realize how long we had been out on the trail (almost 3 hours) and were beginning to wonder if it would ever end.

Onwards we trudged along a path coming to some sort of a monument by the remains of an old stone house at the base of yet another hill. There was a check and knowing who our wiley Hare was I decided to check the path leading up the hill. Near the top I hit flour and continuing on I found more trail marks and called “ON! ON!” I looked back and saw Bea had followed with Frustrated Frog Legs and they were about 60m behind. Suddenly they stopped. They seemed to be waiting there. Suddenly FFL began waving me back. I called that I was on trail but the wave back continued. I started back down and reached Bea partway down. The rest of the pack AND THE HARE were calling us to come back. We did so only to go back to the stone ruins to take another path back up the other side of the hill to get to the same spot I had been in before.

From this point things began to fall apart and the trail took on all of the aspects of a “Death March”. We continued to plod through brambles and over fallen tree limbs along an often disappearing path. At last we met up with the Hare who pointed us down hill at a place where there was no path. At least we were in the shade as we went slipping and sliding down the hillside coming to a trail along the bottom. After another 15 minutes or so we came out of the woods. Here we lost trail and the front runners including the Hare but finally with the advice of a helpful little lady we were at least pointed in the direction to where we would eventually come to a main road with a bus route. As we came down out of the hills along the street we again found flour and started to follow the trail back to the start after calling Baldric to verify that was what we should do. (over 4 hours on trail)

We passed a little shop where a young girl was selling ice creams through a window and some of us tried some. At this point we arrived at a bus stop where a few people were waiting and St. Anus decided enough was enough and he had to get back to town so he left the group. (Needing food I was compelled to leave rather than dicking around for another 45 mins at least. With the bus minutes away I felt it was better than leaving it up to the fates. 25 mins later was back home)

We did run into an interesting sight here. A young man came bounding across the road wearing some sort of articulated footwear that propelled him along like a mountain goat. It was a diversion and by now we needed one.

We trudged back along the trail; across the road by the church; up the loooong stairway; back along the asphalt roads and after another 20 minutes or so were back at the gas station. Following the Hares instructions we continued on past where we had met this road at the start and fortunately met the Hare, Hot Flush and Wienie. From here it was only a short hot dry walk along a side street and through a small alley that brought us out on the road just up from the micro brewery.

Once there the beer was cold and delicious and the sandwiches we fixed for ourselves were most heartily appreciated along with more and more cold beer. About this time we realized that we had best get moving to catch the 19:10 train back to Margit hid. We finished our last sandwiches and beer; cleaned up and struggled back to the train station about 15 minutes away arriving just as the train was pilling in.

We boarded the train and proceeded to take over the aisle in front of one of the doors where Baldric proceeded to run the circle. There were numerous offenses with much sharing of the large beer we had brought with us. Of course Frustrated Frog Legs, our Song Meister, continually amazed us with his repertoire and the variety of songs he selected for us to sing. The other passengers in the car were extremely tolerant of these activities and when the ticket taker finally arrived, he didn’t quite know what to make of us and finally just threw up his hands and moved on. The train stopped about 100m short of Margit hid and walking to the tram stop we literally ran into Mama San who was on her way to meet a friend and go to a museum (or did she say a sex shop???). At any rate we had made it back to Budapest after a very long tiring but interesting day.

In closing I must comment that Baldric once again laid a very picturesque, imaginative and interesting trail. The only problem was that he really laid two (2) trails and had us do them both the same day. No trail for an ordinary hash should ever be more than 2 and a half to 3 hours long MAXIMUM. This was a great trail but was definitely punishing and towards the end the fun factor was gone. Without the cold beer and good sandwiches at the finish there “could” have been a lynching!!!

Despite the difficulties of the day, on the train returning, we were once again laughing.

ON! ON!

#900

2008-05-27T17:00:00.008+02:00

#900

Click the 900 to see the invite!

RSVP'ed from outside of BPH3 pack:

Tulin “Left Behind” Satgeldi
Boottlegg Sister
Needleman
SqueezeBox Mama -Vindobona HHH
Big Akula (BA) +1 (Kyiv)
Joy Stick - Vindobona H3

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Capital Growth Solutions

2008-05-22T15:18:00.003+02:00

Ok, I have come to realize that my companies website sucks. It doesn't have any keywords and the only way to find it on google is by typing the name. Though easy to use, totalnet's skinned website leaves a bit to be desired.

In an attempt to get a bit more noticed I will have our link here, yet another way to get noticed by google. If you have a website or blog if you could include a link, even if hidden deep within the site to my work address I would appreciate it.

Oh yeah, if you have a problem with me putting a work listing on the Hash site, all I have to say to you is "how about a nice cup of...."

CONCERT May 18th

2008-05-10T18:50:00.001+02:00

Dear friends and hashers,

Once again MaMa-San, the official hash pianist, will be have a concert in mid May.

Come and see her take on Yoshimatsu, Debussy, Schubert, Beethoven, and the 'flour man' himself during this spring-time spectacular!!!

Please click Mr. Liszt for more details.

Hash #889 - April 27th, 2008

2008-04-28T19:45:00.003+02:00

Location: HarmasHatarHegy

Hare: The Silver Fox, aka Pops, aka SexTax and his lovely consort Pussy Willow

Since no one is appointed scribe I will do it myself....yes I know how wonderful I am.

So some gathered at Batthanyi ter at the appointed time. Since Sextax and PussyWillow let the cat out of the bag I, like the sister, thought it might be a better idea just to go to the starting point. We arrived at the start, strangly absent of a starting mark and started up the hill.

There was Oral Organism and her canuck friend, BangCock, Petra, Giving Head and sister (who's hash name escapes me, Frustrated Frog and friend, maybe a few others, I was a bit drunk from the night before.

Oral Orgasm made the worst screeching noises each time I pointed out there was a missing Parrot who's owner could have laid the hash. Petra thought it would be funny, once again, to play water-sports with the big boys and would up wetter than she would have hoped.

We stopped to see the para-sailors, but no Rabies. But...

Once we got to the beer stop, 2 thumbs up on the beer stop BTW, a few more hashers appeared. Hulk, Shirtless Rabies, H'agi's and her 2 virgins from Switzerland. Some drinks were ordered, some food bought, some free bites taken by Giving Head, and then we were off down the hill.

We circled at some restaurant and the showoff hashers arrived to rub in our faces how great they were for running some relay-race (see if you have volunteered you could now be writing kind words about yourselves). Run-By-Batterty, GH, and Haggis could keep there Lesco holes shut during the circle.....AGAIN... so Incredible Hulk did want any sane man would do...gag giving hear.

blah blah blah and it was over and time to eat. I high-tailed it to Daubner for some delicious medvehagyma pogi.

Mmmmmm

Hash #888 - April 20th, 2008

2008-04-28T19:35:00.003+02:00

Hmmm...

This space should have been fill by "Run By Battery" but she has once again

LET DOWN THE HASH!!!

I would just like to point out that on the Furher's birthday, you might not want to start the hash from Budapest's most famous fascist monument, might get some people thinking....

Maybe we should just watch the following cartoon instead.

13th April 2008 - Not Much of a Hash #887

2008-04-15T19:46:00.004+02:00

Batthyany Ter – Obuda – Margit Sziget

Hare: Non-existent

Scribe: Pussy Willow

BangCock (20% attendance, must do better!!!), NFG-David, Frustrated Frog, Jaws, NFG-Jutta, NFG-Petra, Pussy Willow, NFG- Sarah, Smokey Donkey and St. Anus, Ten Minutes Late.

Question: When is a drinking club with a running problem not a drinking club with a running problem?

Answer: When it’s Hash # 887 and no one runs and less than 3 beers are consumed all Hash by just 2 people!

So the first problem was established fairly quickly, at 11.31 to be precise – we had no trail. Where shall we go? There was not an overwhelming response to suggestions for a route: a lone voice suggested Romaifurdo, just a short walking distance from Batthyany Ter. The mention of its proximity to Szentendrei did alert us to the meaning of short and some wondered whether we would reach it in daylight, but we set off nevertheless but not without a second problem arising. Exactly what number Hash was this? It could not be 888 as this would require a special celebration and six months planning, nor could it be 900 as this would merit a huge extravaganza, 12 months planning and failure to agree about anything. Having settled on this Hash being 800 and something, we set off in the direction of Romaifurdo or Esztergom, whichever came first.

On this glorious Spring day with the birds and tom cats frisky; buds bursting on the trees and the sun beating down, we decide not to have a glorious walk in the countryside and ‘be one with nature’, but to walk alongside the traffic on the rakpart instead. Oh the fumes; the pounding of tyres on tarmac; the sirens. What did we do to deserve such serenity? It was obviously all too much for BangCock who decided to leave us at this point.

By Szepvolgyi we managed to tear ourselves away from the delights of the rakpart, headed inland and retreated to the leafy suburbs of Obuda where we came across a bit of Roman antiquity masquerading as an amphitheatre but we Hashers knew better. It was, of course, a Roman football pitch with crowds gathering for the eagerly awaited Cup Final between Rome Rovers and Centurion City. For those of you wishing to know the score, it was 3 – 2 to the Rovers after extra time. Brutus saved a penalty taken by Caesar in the first half.

OnOn to Arpad Hid, first stopping by more ruins – a load of old columns (gosh, I’m so cultured) set against the incongruous back drop of vast apartment blocks and fly-over’s to the bridge. We also saw a monument with a crumpled car in bronze at its base. Those more intelligent Hashers amongst us (yes, there was one yes it was me!!!) worked out that the numbers on the monument signified a year with the number of car fatalities for that year underneath it. I had my suspicions though that it may refer to the number of jokes posted on the BPH3 yahoo website each year!

On then to a kiosk for a water stop (water, how sad is that) where a bit of recreational water sniffing took place between two Hashers. In the state of euphoria afterwards, one of them tried to vandalize the free standing kiosk sign. Fortunately, such high-jinks were met with a smile from the kiosk attendant who obviously knew the potency of the water she was selling.

Over Arpad Hid and the treat of yet more traffic, then down to that oasis that is Margit Sziget. However, on this day it happened to be an oasis of large pink inflatable mobile phones in honour of the sponsor of the race that was taking place on the sziget. Dodging runners; groups practising Tai Chi or some such thing and laughing yogaists (yes, I know there is no such word but I’m English so I can make them up as I go along), we made our way to a blossoming magnolia tree for the circle. We welcomed a Hash Virgin, Jutta; duly acknowledged various Hash offences and slowly made our way through a shortened version of the Hash Hymn. I know you purists out there will be horrified but we (not Frustrated Frog) tried our best to mumble and do the actions at the same time whilst suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Smokey Donkey, Jaws, Frogs Legs; Jutta and Pussy Willow then set off to a restaurant in 13^th District for more water and a delicious meal. Thank God it was good since I recommended it but couldn't go!

Our next Hash will be the eagerly awaited, monumental, Hash #888 – no pressure Ginger Pussy.

OnOn

Pussy Willow

April 6, 2008 - Hash #886

2008-04-07T17:59:00.002+02:00

Hare: Baldric
Scribe: BangCock
Photos by BangCock

We are having a string of good connections with the Hash weather Gods. Today was another beautiful one and purrrrfect for a romp on the Buda side of the Duna. There was a fair turn out plus two visitors from Germany. In attendance were: meself (Bang Cock), Baldric (as the Hare of course), Run by Battery and Trig-A-Mist, Wash and Blow graced us again with her presence, Let’s Do (personally I prefer “Likes Doing” but I’ll use the name she was given) It Backwards, Cunning Linguist was first at Battyhany today and returned to the group, Smokey Donkey (Still without the smokes. Hooray for him.), Ten Minutes Late, Petra (who came back for her second Hash with us) and then there were the visitors, Wild Cat and Lame Pussy Cat from Stuttgart (they didn’t even bring us a souvenir Mercedes). That rounded out an even dozen.

Assembling as usual at Battyhany ter we coerced a tractable passerby into taking our Group Grope photo and then set off in three vehicles to Academia on the 56 tram route. Parking there we received our trail instructions from Baldric. He did warn that since he laid the trail yesterday and it rained a bit last night some of the marks “might” be hard to spot. He also clued us in as to where the beer stop would be on trail and advised that they do serve food there should anyone desire any. Thinking that all was clear the running group of Baldric, Trig-A-Mist, Let’s Do It Backwards, Wild Cat and Bang Cock set off with the remainder to follow as the walking pack.

The runners beat feet along Szilagyi Erzsebet ut (the road which the 56 tram runs along) for two blocks before cutting off to the right on what I believe is Volkmann utca, to start going uphill. Little did we know at that time that this was to be a totally uphill trail. How in the “H” Baldric managed that I’ll never know but he did. At any rate we went up the street and into an obscure little bit of woodlands which he had somehow “sussed” out. There was even a rocky outcrop for a look out from which we stopped to admire the view. While we were clawing our way up the wood’s dirt paths Trig-A-Mist proved his devious mindset by short cutting this loop and slipped on up the street to get ahead of us (HEAD! WHO SAID HEAD!).

However we soon caught up as the next check confounded him until (believe it or not) Let’s Do It Backwards (LDIB) found the true trail. She was a real FRB today (Front Running Bitch). We sometimes got a view of her “lovely” rear but for the most part she was well in the van. We did a fair amount of pavement pounding both up and down (mostly up) until we cut back in to the woods just beyond the end of the

# 11 bus line and followed the trails there. At the “Lion’s Head” (HEAD! WHO SAID HEAD!) there was a nice family enjoying the view and they are in our photos of the day. LDIB also found an interesting grotto to the Virgin Mary and its photo is also in today’s pictures. From here we stayed mostly on the main trails passing many “civilians” out for an afternoon stroll until we broke off to head (HEAD! WHO SAID… aw the Hell with it!) again up a side trail that eventually led us to the top of the hill (Harmashatar-hegy ??) where the old glider launching strips and pill boxes are. There actually were gliders making lovely circles in the sky above us.

From here it was only a very short hop over the hill and down (Yes! I said down.)

to the bar/restaurant that was to be our beer stop and where we were to meet the walkers. The name of the bar/restaurant is Rockies or something like that (advice appreciated). It is a nice little place with a most unusual décor having a Disco Ball over what could be construed as a dance floor, one normal and one large projection type TV showing the running of the Grand Prix of Bahrain, a grotesque horrible looking Halloween doll hanging on the back wall and two snakes in one of the bottles of whiskey behind the bar. That too was photographed.

We waited for the walkers and had a few beers while LDIB was breaking out in goose bumps and shivering as she chilled down. Finally we decided to eat and then have more beers. This place had some of the best goulash ever. It was rich and tasty and dirt cheap. They serve it in tin enameled bowls like pails with wire handles on them.

(I suspect they are used for chamber pots when not being used for goulash.)

Still no sign of the walkers so Baldric called them on his phone. We learned that they had missed most of the trail and had been totally lost. Fortunately Wash and Blow was with them and she knew where we were. About 15-20 minutes later they staggered in completely shattered from the uphill struggle.

Their spirits did revive with beer and some of that wonderful goulash. While we sat there with the Grand Prix occupying the background, smiles again began appearing on their faces. However they refused to move for the second half until Baldric gave more details on where they were to go to the end. He advised that there was an alternate route where they could catch a bus to Huvosvolgy and then the 56 tram back to the start.

Once more the stalwart runners set off. This time, we thought, it would be all down hill. NOT! Again that canny Baldric found a way to have us run/walk/crawl up hill before we finally started down. Now we broke off the existing trails completely and went into the bush to scramble and slide down the hillside. Going through branches and bushes and God knows what all and passing over some perfectly good clear trails and paths at length we made it to the end of the woodlands and out onto a dirt road. Here we began another beating of the feet along “civilized’ but primitive roadways. And again LDIB was out in front. Baldric did drop back from time to time to see that we followers make the right turns or at least noticed the checks. After we passed on a long dirt road through a grassy meadow we lost sight of LDIB who by this time was well ahead of our group.

Finally we hit paved roads and got down to the road where the buses were running that could take us to the Huvosvolgy terminus about 5 minutes away. Wild Cat and I decided to take advantage of this situation. We caught the bus and then the 18 tram back to the starting point where we were the first ones in. A few minutes later a TAXI pulled up with Lame Pussy Cat, Ten Minutes Late, Run By Battery and Wash and Blow on board. They advised that the walkers had gotten lost again and the rest of the walking group had taken other trams or buses to go home as it was closer and easier to do from there than trying to call another cab to get back to the start.

A few minutes later Trig-A-Mist and Baldric showed up. The question immediately arose, “Where is Let’s Do It Backwards?” She was so far ahead of us that she definitely should have beaten them in. I looked in my car and found that I did have her back pack in the trunk presumably with her clothes, cell phone and God knows what all else. We figured that she must have missed a check and hoped that she would be in shortly after realizing this and going back to find the correct trail. We decided to have the circle with our small group and if she wasn’t back by the closing I would drive back to look for her while Baldric waited at the start in case she showed up there while I was searching.

The circle recognized the Hare, the visitors and even found that offenses had been committed on trail and afterwards. For these the offenders were duly punished. About this time who should appear running around a corner and down the street but LDIB. We were truly glad to see her. She must have run a marathon on her own. Being kind and considerate Hashers we recognized her efforts by awarding her with numerous down-downs until we decided enough was enough and closed the circle.

We all hope that LDIB has no trouble catching her flight later this evening for her vacation in Switzerland and that the trip proves as good as anticipated. We also wish Trig-A-Mist and Baldric good fortune in the London Marathon for which they are both registered. We will be missing Baldric’s happy face until his return in three weeks.

ON! ON!
BC

07 April 2008 AM

March 23rd, 2009 - Trash #884

2008-03-25T14:13:00.002+01:00

HASH TRASH

For

23 March 2008

HARE: Bang Cock

Trail # 8??*

*I haven’t a clue as to the correct number of this trail BUT we must be getting close to 900 and that really “should” be an event!!!!

On this Easter Sunday the Hash weather Gods smiled upon us once more as we had an absolutely purrrrfect day! The sun was shining, the temperature balmy and there was a very good turn out.

Showing up besides myself were Sex Tax and Pussy Willow,

St. Anus, Baldric, Mamma San, Cheesy Balls, Darina (who really should have a Hash name as she is one of our regulars), Ginger Puss and her progeny Ewan, Soft Pawn, French Frog Legs, Run by Batteries and Martin (to whom I apologize for not knowing his Hash name. We had a visiting Hasher who joined us while here with a tour group. He is Red Headed Wood Pecker from Tucson, Arizona. We also had two Budapest Hash Virgins, Sarah from Australia via Tanzania and David from Seattle, Washington also via Tanzania AND we had a bonifide Hash Virgin, Petra from “near” Hamburg. I think that makes 18 total but I couldn’t get my shoes off to check the count and truly don’t have that many fingers despite having worked last at the Nevada Nuclear Test Site. Giving Head did call in to say she couldn’t make it as she had injured her ankle. However, she did invite everyone to a tea at her home later in the day. (Her carrot cake was delicious!)

We assembled as usual at Battyhany ter and milled about while welcoming the “Virgins” and Visitor. I attempted to get a passerby to take our “Group Grope” photo but the battery on my camera had gone Kaput. Must have been the result of having taken too many pictures the day before at the Vorosmarty ter Easter Mart and at the Deak Ferenc ter Wine Tasting (plus not having charged it for quite a while). Fortunately Red Headed Wood pecker had his camera and we did get a picture taken.

Baldric and Cheesy Balls left us, sprinting off to cross over Margarit Hid to run to the trail start at Kossuth Lajos ter while the rest of us went down and took the Metro under the Duna. Arriving at KL ter we only had a few minutes to wait before Baldric and Cheesy Balls arrived. From this point Ginger Puss, Ewan and Red Headed Wood Pecker joined the runners and they took off together followed by the rest of the pack.

I had done the trail backwards that morning to make certain that the marks were good but didn’t look at those beyond the start north of KL ter soooooo…. The Hash proceeded across the front (or is it the rear) of Parliament to the first check at the NE corner of the ter. near the Kossuth monument. This check I had laid on the ground just inside the low fence to keep it from being destroyed by pedestrians and tourists. Unfortunately the ground had soaked up some of the flour and the pigeons had gotten at the rest so, even though I had placed a trail “blob” on the low wall just outside the fence, the runners had blown right past it and were bewildered until the pack arrived and I showed it to them. After that the marks were good.

The runners then took off exploring the false trails while I led the walkers directly to the embankment passing by the statue of Karoly Mihaly. Crossing the embankment road, Pesti also rkp., was an experience. Since it was Easter Sunday I had not thought there would be much traffic but it seemed that the Grand Prix de Budapest was being run there. Despite the number of speeding vehicles, all managed to get across without incident and we were joined there by the runners who had worked their way through the northern loop of the trail.

From this point we went south along the Duna and admired the work that is being done on Parliament. No one disputed that this is one of the most beautiful buildings in the world and we can’t wait to see it when the cleaning and renovation is fully completed.

Continuing along the embankment we reached the Memorial of the “Shoes”. This is a low keyed but very moving sight and we lingered a bit to reflect upon this and discuss the tragic events that were the reason for its existence.

Leaving this site we crossed back over the embankment road (Another “Adventure”!). and meandered along some of the side streets admiring the lovely architecture. There are many classicly styled buildings in this area. Moving along we came back to Kossuth Lajos ter and crossed the small bronze bridge on which there is the statue of Imry Nagy. We followed Vecsey utca back to Szabadsac ter and, while the runners again followed a loop, the pack marched along Perczel utca next to the US Embassy. We then cut across Hercegprimas utca to St Istvan ter while the runners went up to Bajcsy Zsilinszky ut to come down beside the Basilica. From here it was a brief saunter to Josef nador ter where I had parked my car for the circle.

The circle was a bit disjointed but we managed to criticize the hare, welcome the virgins and identify offenders. We also opened the Hash Haberdashery briefly. We were joined at the circle by “sleeping beauty”. There was a wino sleeping off his vino quota on a park bench next to where we were conducting the circle. He never moved a millimeter or gave any indication of being aware of our presence despite our rousing songs. (We thought he might be dead but later when I came back to pick up my car he was gone..perhaps someone had come to pick up the body??)

After closing the circle we adjourned to Vorosmarty ter to get a bite to eat and wander around with the crowds at the Easter Mart. Then some of us continued on up to Deak Ferenc ter for the wine tasting. All in all a good day.

ON! ON!

March 2nd, 2008 - Hash 887

2008-03-04T16:17:00.001+01:00

Hash #882 ???
Hares: Giving Head and Baldric
Hashers: Jaws, Bang Cock, Rabies, NFG Chilla, NFG Jason, Haggis, Incredible Hulk

“ ….Why don’t we surprise Sex Tax and Pussy Willow….?”

Was one of the subjects of conversation at the Hash Lunch. Indeed, there was already a circle huddled together under ONE umbrella as I arrived late at Batthyany Ter. and the heavens had opened whilst waiting for the elusive Sex Tax and Pussy Willow. My hope that they would turn up late and I would be spared the wrath of Bang Cock were forlorn, as the Hashers were keen to get going, and out of the rain with some haste.

But before we could start, we already lost one ‘brave’ prospective hasher who decided she would rather go home. But all praise to her to have atleast made the effort to get to the gathering point on a horrible day. So the remaining 9 piled hurriedly into the two cars and were grateful to momentarily get into some shelter. Luckily, or simply that Haggis took pity on the Hashers who faced a long journey out of Budapest by public transport, she offered to stay and do the Hash and use her car.

The Trail had been laid the day before in a thunderstorm, some way out of Budapest on the road to Esztergom in the area known as Pilisvorosvar. We understand that Giving Head and Baldric had fun doing so, and had retired into the Microbrewery (which was to be the Beer Stop at the end of the trail) afterwards for some consolation. Baldric let on that they were there till 1000hrs., although was that until 10am that morning or 10pm the night before?

Had the weather been better, it would have been an excellent trail; thought it was still very good albeit a bit challenging. We certainly had a little hiccup trying to get there. The Hares had anticipated taking public transport, and so were confused as to how to get there by car; not least because the train we were supposed to catch ultimately was not due for another hour and as it was an A to B trail cars had to be parked accordingly! The confusion and the total loss of memory by Giving Head could be attributed to the night before…..but we did eventually arrive at the start point. The drivers and Giving Head then left the pack to ferry the cars to the end point and would come back in the second car.

So we waited for them at the station (the name I can’t pronounce let alone remember). As the station waiting room was closed we waited in the cold and the wet. And we waited…..and waited…..and waited! Giving Head must have forgotten the wonders of modern technology, or was it due to the amnesia from the night before or the morning after? Meanwhile, we were mistaken for ‘pilgrims’ by a ‘local’ woman. But we continued to wait. Then rabies started his laughter therapy, which kept us amused for a while. Eventually, Baldric called Giving Head to find out where they were. It turns out that there was another change of plans and rather than drive back in a car, they had decided to wait for the train; and would be with us in a few minutes.

We then had a joke (who said joke?) that hopefully they had got on the correct train going in the right direction; but that joke (who said joke?) wasn’t going to be very funny (like some of Bang Cocks) if indeed they had found themselves back in Budapest! But alas as the train pulled in and stopped there bounced out three familiar hashers. So we could begin at last…..but not before the hash photo and a joke (who said joke?). So Bang Cock accosted a very beautiful young woman to do the honours, and then offered to repay her favour…. but she ran away. However, Bang Cock did succeed in taking her photo, which is probably now enlarged into a poster. And so the trail began. Surprisingly, or maybe not given the weather, there were 6 runners and 3 walkers. Perhaps that is significant….

The trail for the runners would have made a military training run look like a walk in the park! Luckily the weather had calmed down and stopped raining; in fact we had sunshine as well, but the muddy paths required extra attention. It was a great run, nevertheless, and surprisingly some check points were still visible. The walkers generally took a different, gentler, trail; and as it is always sods law, just when one of them decides to relieve themselves believing the runners to be nowhere near, a bunch of runners do happen by to witness her embarrassment. Rabies might have been concerned as she was wearing his coat at the time!

NFG Jason (why is he still NFG? Please note Mismanagement) decided that it was time for lunch at his normal feeding time soon after we started. So he proceeds to snap at the flies, and succeeds in swallowing one. Delicious. And provided him with some of the protein for the day.

And so we continued to negotiate the trail, running and walking. Until we came to the construction site of a pipeline. As we examined the pipes, we noticed that the new pipework in the distance was not connected yet. So I, Jaws, had the bright idea of riding down inside the pipe to the bottom a few hundred meters away! Brilliant! Was I brave enough to do it? I was surprised how enthusiastic the others were at chucking me down the pipe and into the black hole, with little concern for my safety. Thanks…..not!

But we all emerged safely at the end point, and were most grateful to retire to the Microbrewery discovered by the Hares. And what a find…..a large (Korso) beer for a measly 250 Forints. But it seems since Baldric had been there the night before, or perhaps because he was still there that morning, the price of the beer had been put up already. Perhaps they heard the BPH3 were arriving and decided to make their year’s profit that weekend. We hope to return there in the future. Especially as they allowed us to have the circle out on their patio with our beers. They must have thought we were mad to go out in that weather, and decided to amuse us. The circle attracted the usual ‘punishments’ and penalties; but one that I have to protest is when I was brought into the circle for feeding a fellow Hasher a duck the previous week, which didn’t agree with her weak stomach!

The only problem with the Microbrewery was that they did not serve food, so reluctantly we went on to another restaurant, which was located right at the edge of a lake, and a beautiful setting. As the weather turned nasty again, we were grateful to be tucking into our meals indoors, enjoying a few jokes (who said joke?) and laughs, some at the expense of other Hashers ofcourse! “ ….Why don’t we surprise Sex Tax and Pussy Willow….?”. If you don’t want a Hash at your house or want to be at the receiving end of a joke perhaps you need to be at the Hash…..

On On Jaws

Feb. 24th 2008 - Hash 886

2008-03-01T11:22:00.001+01:00

The Hash weather Gods were really grinning with us
this week. It was an absolutely beautiful day and we
did a trail laid by Jaws. We went out to Obudai
(Hajogyari) Siget where I had never been before. I
have looked at this area many times on the map
thinking it would make a good Hash venue and this was
proven out by yesterday's trail.

A dozen folks showed up to sign the "Hash
Book" which made an appearance after a long absence.
Attendees were myself, Jaws (the Hare), Haggis,
Incredible Hulk, Smokey Donkey, Cunning Linguist,
Nicola, Heather, Darina, Run by Batteries, French Made
and Martin. There was a bit of milling around at the
start as it was initially thought that the pack would
park in one area while the beer wagon went on ahead
and parked near the finish on the island. However, in
the end we all parked on the island. The start was
delayed a bit more by some who decided they wanted to
sit in a car and listen to music while the rest of us
waited and waited. Finally we set off on foot together
crossing back over the bridge and going to the start
near a HEV stop on the Buda side of the river.

As I mentioned it was a beautiful day but
this made the idea of an outing attractive to many,
many people and the island was pretty crowded. In fact
several of the marks so carefully laid by Jaws had
been destroyed or damaged by non-hashers out for the
day. This caused some confusion in the ranks but Jaws
managed to keep us on course to a nice little beer
stop in the middle of the island. Following that we
"waddled" back on the trail which took the runners
down along the rocks at the waters edge. At this point
Jaws attempted to give a short cut to the following
walkers by marking the check that led to the beach
trail so the walkers could simply dally along on the
upper path to the On-In. Unfortunately he forgot that
that path was also marked further along as a false
trail. This created some consternation among the
walkers but, as Hashers always seem to do, they
eventually sussed out the situation and decided to
head (HEAD...Who said Head?) back to the parking lot
where the circle was to be held. It was a lovely
trail, on the flat and of just the right length for
the group with checks placed to keep the walkers close
(at least up to the beer stop.).

On returning to the parking lot some of the
walkers immediately jumped in their vehicle and took
off. Never a Fare-the well, Kiss my A-- or any sort of
a good bye to the rest of us. We were left standing
dumbfounded waiting for them to join the circle. This
was truly BAD FORM. While it is true that the first
rule in Hashing is that there are no rules, we do try
to follow the basic precepts of etiquette and common
courtesy. This includes showing respect and
consideration for your fellow Hashers. All of us were
disappointed with this behavior.

We didn't let it upset the circle which was
a good one albeit a bit smaller than it should have
been. The mysterious "vanishing" orange cups
materialized and were well used by the group. The Hare
was given his down-down followed by others receiving
them for real or perceived (or simply made up)
offences. There was singing, mirth and merriment to
the consternation of many members of the non-hashing
public who were passing by.

After closing the circle we adjourned back
across the bridge to a lovely little near by
restaurant where we dined very well and at reasonable
prices. Wine and beer flowed while the Hash gorged
itself on the excellent food and enjoyed the
fellowship and good company. All's well that ends well
and those who stayed to the end had a full and
enjoyable day. Pictures follow.

ON! ON!
BC

PS: There are still a number of outstanding
"write-ups" past due. I know that French Frog Legs has
missed a few, French Made also owes one (Is this a
French trait???), "Romantic" Sanja has one outstanding
and I am not certain but even Run-by-Batteries may owe
one, although that may be the one owed by French Made
(There was some confusion one Sunday with much
"passing the buck" on who was to do the write up.).
This situation came up in conversation while we were
eating and it was agreed that there may exist a bit of
apprehension among some to whom English is not their
native tongue. It was stated that they may feel there
might be criticisms of their write-ups. Let me assure
you that is NOT the case. Any linguistic glitches are
ignored and we all enjoy reading the write-ups of the
trails we have done. The English speakers here
apologize for our inability to speak/read/write
Hungarian and are very grateful for the language
skills of the rest of you who are able to handle
several other languages including English. Further to
this if anyone does have this apprehension, Please do
a write-up and forward it to me. I will be more than
happy to go over it quietly and confidentially with
you until YOU are satisfied with the product. I will
not in any way detract from your thoughts or
presentation.

Hash #884

2008-02-07T10:18:00.000+01:00

Once again those who chose to stay in missed a good one. Attending today's hash were two stalwart "Hearts of Oak" representing England's finest (Baldric and Jason). Then there was our Bulgarian temptress (Darina), myself and the ever present and fascinating Rabies, "Off the Wagon" Smokey Donkey plus of course our Haring couple, Ginger Pussy and Randall.

We set out on a lovely course from in front of a Plus supermarket where we picked up additional beer and water. (There was one "gentleman" staggering around in front of the market who looked like he would have been more than willing to hijack our beer.)

At the start the Hash weather Gods provided us with a bit more water and wind than we would have preferred but later the rain and blustery wind abated (somewhat).

Amazingly the agile runners were able to find the traces of flour remaining from the evening before and the walking pack followed them on a lovely jaunt along the Duna opposite Cshipel Siget (pardon spelling but what the H!)

While the runners beat feet down the river; off to the west and up a hill to a scenic mausolium (spelling??), the walkers took a short cut past an exotic Gypsy camp and from thence across roads, bridges and trams to the beer stop. Timing could not
have been better as the runners arrived at the same time.

Inside the pub's warm environs we toasted with mugs of glorious Glewewine the likes of which I have not tasted outside of Deutschland. It was wonderful plus there were bowls and bowls of peanuts which were consumed down to the last shell. The prices were also appealing to we hashers.

Our noble Ginger Pussy took off and laid the second half live with her assistant Darina. After giving them a fair head start (Head...who said head?) the walkers set off followed in due course by the running pack. All were aided by a following wind which billowed the shorts of our "Jolley English Tars". Rabies was "drafting" on them. The ensuing 2K got us to the proximity of the start where the beer wagon was
brought to the circle.

Several offenses were noted followed by repetitious down downs for sequential headgear violations (Head...who said head??)

Finally we couldn't stand the high temperatures, stunning sunlight and balmy breezes longer so the circle was closed with the Hash Hymn and we adjourned across the road to a lovely little restaurant for some excellent bean soup. (Perhaps some of our number created their own "wind" afterward.)

ON! ON! to next week and Baldric's Hash
BC

44 Watch - Scandal and Hipocrisy Watch of the 44th President of the United States: More MSM douchebaggery

2008-02-04T15:21:00.000+01:00

44 Watch - Scandal and Hipocrisy Watch of the 44th President of the United States: More MSM douchebaggery

MARATHON BHUTAN

2008-01-23T10:23:00.000+01:00

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Running Event: Half-Marathon, Marathon
Maximum Participants: 300
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Start Time: 5:45 am
Location:
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Email: info@marathonbhutan.com

Warm regards,

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2008-01-15T20:58:00.000+01:00

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Jan. 13th - Hash #882 Ice Capades & Chili

2008-01-15T18:39:00.000+01:00

This is your late-coming official old fart, Sir Rabies reporting.

His Majesty, GM Sex Tax had warned us last week in writing: "You better go to hash, or the Hash will go to you!" Also, Jaws & Oral Orgasm have invited us for a free(!!!) after-hash chilly party on this same day. Another thing; it was known ahead of time, that the hash site will be on the hill-less, perfectly flat Pest side of Budapest. The synergic effect of these three (maybe more?) factors was amazing!

The turnout broke decade old records. There were around thirty of us, including at least six of the runners alone. Namely, Sheila (later Ginger Pussy), Incredible Hulk, Cheesy Balls, Baldric the Great, Shivering Jason and my good rabid self. St. Anus was hard to tell, if he walked or ran, he himself was not sure, only lost for sure. Walkers were quite impossible to list, either, since all of them got lost, but in several different groups, some under the leadership of hare Jaws, not to mention always alternative Lynn, that is our leaving Wet Blanket, as well as the never-hasher (yet numbersome) party vultures. Not only them, but I got mixed up, too.

Both the beer-drinking Circle and the belonging naming ceremony went well, while tramping in lots of dog-poop in the very middle of Hunyadi square, with also drinking homeless supporters around. Only the ending party could supersede the excellent beginning. Jaws proved to be an outstanding cook again. He prepared two huge pots full of chilly, one hot for the professional Indian food lovers, and one mild for the hash wimps.

Despite all complaints (the hot was found much too spicy, the mild was found not enough spicy), all the chilly was eaten up within a few minutes, as well as the rice and the corn bread offered. Huge amounts of beer and wine were also consumed, of course. Too bad, that my better half, Lady Rabies (Tokaji Sweet by maiden hash name) was missing from the party. She was supposed to come, but later she changed her mind, as usual. The after-meal down-down games were led by Petula Clark (Pussy Willow Baton) and George Harrison (Sex Tax), respectively. In the absence of my wife, these crazy games led to the unforgettable event of being kissed in public by Wet Blanket. Trying to behave like a gentleman, from this point on I refrain from disclosing any further details. Ask for the pictures from those photographer hashers flashing around all day, if you want to know, but don't dare to tell my dear wife, not at any rate. Never! OnOn...

Ps.: On the following day the usual Monday Night Hash-On-Ice went cool, in line with the acceptable participation implicated by the ironic general reaction, when I re-advertised this event in the Hash Circle on the day before. Less snow flakes and more skaters compared to the previous Monday, but still none of them from the Hash, except for me, this time suffering from a cold too. Laying in my sick-bed now it makes me ponder, if the idea of hashing on ice is worth for it at all? On the other hand, Monday night Bang Cock was kind enough to invite me for an after-ice pint at Captain Cook's place. Please read again and do reflect on BC's message repeated below:

Shameless whores use an old man to do their self-promotion :)

2008-01-08T18:28:00.000+01:00

Hi Rabies,

Please could you do us a favour and put a link to our web site www.tvh3.org.uk on your web site to help promote our august event. It will include a mini Hash Olympics so we're hoping to attract some European teams for the event. Flier attached.

Any help you can give us will be much appreciated.

Happy New Year

On-On

Wigwam

Dec. 30th - Hash #880

2007-12-31T13:46:00.000+01:00

Scribe: Bangcock

Here’s to Fair weather Hashers
Fair weather Hashers
Fair weather Hashers
Here’s to the Fair weather Hashers
Who weren’t with us today!

They’re happy, they’re jolly
But absent by golly.
Here’s to the Fair weather Hashers
Who weren’t with us today!

What more can I say……. This was the last hash of 2007 and most of you remaining in Budapest and could have joined us, chose to stay in. As the French would say, Tant pis, tant pis!

If you weren’t there you missed an absolutely beautiful romp through the woodlands of Huvosvolgy. (Sorry but I don’t have the accent marks on my laptop.) There were only five, count ‘em 5, stalwart hashers who braved the -5C temperature to head out (HEAD, who said head?) along the tree lined paths. There was Rabies sporting his normal wall-to-wall grin, the Absolutely Incredible Hulk wearing his usual tank top and speedo’s, Tiny Balls who while only here for a brief visit from the USA chose to leave his loverly Hungarian bride on the eve of their first wedding anniversary to join the hash, our shivering Frustrated Frog complete with knocking knees and chattering teeth and the superb HARE du jour, myself, Bang Cock.

We waited and waited at Battyhany for hours but we remained the few and the proud and so set off for the wilds of Huvosvolgy. On parking at the start on the other side of the road from the end of the 56 tram line we found that there was a large group of hikers already there preparing to start out on the trails through the woods. Look ashamed you who weren’t there because most of these folk were blind and they were out for the day in the woods.

After an illuminating and instructive talk by the superb HARE du jour, myself, Bang Cock, (Look….I’m writing this and I can write it the way I want!!!!) the runners, Rabies, Hulkster and Tiny Balls set out along the excellently marked trail followed by the walking pack, French Frog and the superb HARE du jour, myself, Bang Cock. The superb HARE du jour, myself, Bang Cock, had been out the day before until dark extensively marking the trail with copious amounts of flour and reams of TP (That’s toilet paper for those of you not as knowledgeable as you should be.) The marks remained in almost pristine condition and the TP was still in place where attached to branches. It was a veritable Hash highway.

The walking pack, Frustrated Frog and the superb HARE du jour, myself, Bang Cock, bypassed the first check to allow the runners to do the dogleg with another check and several false trails while we followed the lower path to its end and another check. On arrival at this check we found that it wasn’t marked and concluded that we must somehow have beaten the runners to it and hustled up the gut wrenching hill climb of Condor utca trying to stay ahead of the runners.

We made it (perhaps) ahead of the runners and back into the woods we went. We continued on for another thirty-seven kilometers along a hiking trail and around the back of the mountainous Nyeki-hegy passing another check and two which-ways with still no sign of the runners. At this time concern arose that the runners “could” have gotten ahead of us and were already back at the start quaffing down the Hash beer but we “soldiered” on. At long last we arrived at the point where a small path cut off from the trail to head back to the start still following an excellently marked trail. (Listen, I said it before, I’m writing this and I can say what I want!!!!)

After another twenty-two kilometers along this path we came down out of the woods and crossed the small bridge arriving at the start. No runners were there nor were they in sight. Being wise and wiley hashers we immediately adjourned to the beautiful little bar across the street by the side of the tram line and had beverages. Three quarters of a beer later we saw the runners arriving into the parking lot and joined them there for the circle.

On meeting up with the runners we learned that the cunningly laid trail, with several looooong first legs on true trails after checks had bewildered the runners. They had had to go back and recheck several trails that they had thought were false. (This despite the fact that the superb HARE du jour, myself, Bang Cock, had clearly told them before the start that he had marked every false trail with the three bars sign.) However, all made it in none the worse for wear, although the Hulkster was showing clear signs of frozen drool on his beard. It was definitely coooooold.

A few sins were recognized in the circle and Tiny Balls was duly welcomed back albeit for a brief visit. As most attendees had things to do, the circle was fairly brief and the runners departed for their respective residences to get re “plugged in” with their “squeezes”. Being a “good” hasher, Hulk dropped off the now frozen Frenchman and your superb HARE du jour, myself, Bang Cock, at Moskova ter to enjoy a belly filling après hash repast.

NOTE: It was resolved that from this hash on, HARES do NOT have to pay for their hash. It was agreed that since the HARES normally purchase flour and trail marking supplies and invest their time in reccing out and laying the trails, HARES now run for free at their hash. So let’s get out and volunteer to hare trails. Let’s develop a full hare line with all coming weeks filled in. ON! ON!

Dec. 23th - Hash #879

2007-12-31T13:42:00.000+01:00

Scribe : Bangcock

Despite not really being the last to arrive, yours truly was tagged again to writ up this weeks Hash. It was a fun day and those who missed it missed a good gathering.

Last week Cedrick had volunteered to hare this trail in Szentendre. Rabies was the first at Battyhany with Cedrick. Then Zuza and our “token” Frenchman, Thomas were there and bringing up the rear were Ericka, Paresh and myself. Rabies took Cedrick off to start the trail while the rest of us took the Hev to meet him at the Szentendre station.

My God! But it was icy on the roads and paths when we arrived. It was almost like ice-skating at Varosligit Park on Monday evening. (Yes! There was ice-skating last Monday but attended only by Rabies, Myself, Sanya and Mona but we did have a good time.) Fortunately the weather did dry up through the afternoon and the slickness disappeared. (It did stay pretty cold though.) Cedrick the rabbit had started off and the pack followed the trail he had laid. It took us through many neighborhoods of Szentendre, up hills and down via wide streets, narrow streets, walkways and stairways. In truth it was an interesting route even going through an old cemetery where the pack discussed the burial customs here. We passed beside a small stream that was crusted with ice and up and down many of the cobblestone streets of Szentendre. We also skirted the Café Rodin with its grounds filled with sculptures. By this time (having unknowingly covered both the walkers and runners trail) the pack was a bit chilled and was sorely tempted to stop and get something to drink to warm up. However, in thinking of the hares and runners, the pack decided to press on to the finis so as not to make them wait too long. The trail ended and the hash coalesced in the central square of Szentendre.

There we congregated around the stand manned by the Rotary Club for some “free” Glewewine that we quickly learned was 900 Forints but the bread and snacks were free. This was definitely not enough so we adjourned to a nearby restaurant for an excellent meal where we were “ogled at” through the window by various passers by. A short while later when crowds gathered in the square we found that really free Glewewine was available at a table outside the Corona restaurant.

Then the fun began. There were Hungarian Christmas sung and a Christmas quartet playing other songs and music. One interesting aspect was that many ladies were circulating through the crowd passing out home made cookies to everyone. It was a lovely gesture and contributed to the seasonal good feelings. Following this we went up the road a bit and down into an interesting old bar cut into a wine cellar. Here we imbibed some of the least expensive wine we have ever had. While the others lingered over the cheap wine, I went further up the hill in the cold with Zuza and her sister to another small square where some of the townspeople were putting on a Nativity Christmas play on an open air stage. Here there was also a free Glewewine table that was getting a great deal of attention. Many families were there mit Kin und Kinder and there was definitely a lot of Christmas atmosphere about.

When the play was over we meandered back to the wine cellar to join the other hashers only to find that they had cleaned out the bar of its hot wine. As it was getting a bit late we decided to return to the train station where Zuza introduced us to her “favorite” bar in Szentendre. There were definitely some “strange” people in there and their taste in music was loud and strident. Also to visit the bathroom one had to get the barman to come over and unlock the door to the cage around the stairs leading up to the bathrooms. And that wasn’t all when you were finished you had to get him to come over again to unlock it and let you out. Having said that, the beer was cold and it was a warm place in which we waited for the train to return to Budapest.

ON! ON! To next week and the last Budapest Hash for 2007. I will hare that one BUT Hares ARE needed for the following weeks. Step up to the plate and Hare a trail!

Dec. 16th - Hash #878

2007-12-31T13:29:00.000+01:00

Scribe - Bangcock

As normal the pack gathered at Battyhany Ter for the start. Noone had volunteered to hare this week so Rabies (Actually my name is St. Anus or Liam, Rabies is the old guy) “lept” into the breech and led us up to the Castle area for a romp around in the cold and snow laying all over.

Actually there was quite a nice sized pack and forgive me for not remembering all Hash names so I will use “Nerd” names. Attending were our returnee from Qatar, Sue, Juliette and Melissa our favorite Munchkin hasher were with us as well as Liam (St Anus), Cedrick (Baldric), Zuza (Giving Head), Paresh (Jaws), Ericka (Oral Orgasm), Nata (Run By Battery), Mona returned from Sweden to rejoin us, “French” Thomas (CANT FUCKING SCRIBE) was there smiling, of course Rabies as Hare and yours truly having been dubbed scribe for arriving last.

After huffing and puffing up the stairs leading to near the top we slogged off through the snow behind the Hilton where some stalwarts set about with a snowball battle from the top of the pedestrian bridge crossing the road. The snowballs continued along the ramparts with Zuza proving to be a hard core snowball battler even ambushing some “innocents” and letting them enjoy the feeling of snow down their necks. Our little “munchkin” (Eagle Eye'd) also is no slouch in slinging the wet and icy balls of snow.

We took off then along the Museum walk and back down the hill to the streets below to return to Battyhany for an abbreviated circle. Following the circle the hash proved itself to be of one mind when we agreed to go to three or four different restaurants for post hash lunch. Somehow a consensus was reached (probably because it was coooold) and we marched around the corner and up the block to a German restaurant that had been thoroughly slagged by many. I think it is called “Adolph’s Revenge”.

At any rate we were greeted by a very well constructed waitress who never cracked a smile until she was assured that we were not homeless people just getting out of the cold but were in truth paying customers willing to part with Forints for food and drink. The only comment on the food is to pass on Rabies high recommendation for the Vegetarian sausage. ON! ON! To next week and Szentendre.

Nov. 18th - Hash #876???

2007-11-23T11:38:00.000+01:00

Hare: SexTax
Scribe: Cant Say No

The Mob: Can´t Say No, Bangkok, Donkey, Rabies, plus a NFG runner ( think that was it) +1 (which we lost before the run began).

Usual meeting point and a slim crowd. We already lost one person as we started up the hill, so it was a small pack with 2 runners as part of the gang.

Up and down then down and up we went.
Stop and start and stop and start went the drizzling rain.
In and out and out and in of the castle districts alleys, lane ways and secret passages.

Hoot Toot Hoot Toot went Rabies hash whistle.

Blah blah blah blah went the walkers.

All these activities thankfully culminating in a beer stop which doubled as our circle.

Until next time.
Can´t Say No

Nov. 4th - Hash #87? II District

2007-11-09T10:15:00.000+01:00

Hares: Austro-Australian Empire
Scribe: NFG Ernst-Jan

The sun was shining when the Hashers arrived at the usual meeting point near the Batthyány tér Metro. While enjoying the view of the Hungarian parliament all the hashers left by car. After 20 minutes we arrived and already get lost.

After finding the way back the hashers meet each other for a Hash flash, a warming up and of course an introduction for the visitors, virgins and returnees. Especially the virgins received a very good treatment during the trail: no penalties were given for doing business with the virgins.

However, the warming up is also a very important point of interest for this very overwhelming article. Most of the people were really good dancers, except the French. They cannot sing, dance and buy warm jackets. The people who danced looked like dancers in a MTV clip of Madonna (like a virgin). I can’t dance, so I was not a part of the dancers. However, my muscles in my belly warmed up thanks to the laughing!

After the Hash flash the trail started. Socializing, running and stuff from trees made it happen that a few of us missed some Hash spots. Moreover, did we miss the ‘Hash - before - circle - beer - spot’? I did!

Back at the starting point the Dutch people were just like all the Americans surprised by the fact that we could drink HEINEKEN…. In the circle several penalties were given to people who peed during the trail, for new joiners, for returnees, for wearing sunglasses, for wearing caps. But no penalty was given for calling during the trail?? Did we miss someone?

After the circle OnOn. The most went for a lunch to the Austrian and the Austria! While I went home with one of the virgins…..

NFG EJ

Video guide to understanding all those funny buggers

2007-10-31T14:22:00.000+01:00

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

2007-10-31T14:19:00.000+01:00

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

Oct 7th - Hash #868 - Normafa

2007-10-22T11:30:00.000+02:00

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

Judith has let down the HASH

Sept 30th - Hash #867

2007-10-04T15:06:00.000+02:00

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

Know Your Asshole Footprint

2007-09-30T10:11:00.000+02:00

Know Your Asshole Footprint

Regrettably, some people are simply not aware of how large an asshole footprint they leave on the planet. Here, Vanity Fair offers aquestionnaire that will help such individuals determine the size and breadth of their footprint. If you answer "yes" to four or more of the questions for your age group, it is incumbent upon you to take urgent measures to reduce your asshole footprint.

illustrations by Ross MacDonald October 2007

For ages 14–25

1. Do you refer to attractive members of the opposite sex as "smokin' hot"?
2. Do you leave vitriolic comments in the "Comments" sections of blogs and Web sites, even if you're commenting on something innocuous, such as an old Linkin Park video?
2a. When leaving such comments, do you use such rote Internet pejoratives as "asshat," "douchebag," and "'tard"?
3. Are you convinced that it's only a matter of time before the world recognizes you as the next Andy Samberg?
4. Do you write a dating column for your school paper or local weekly?
5. When you are being photographed, do you flash gang signs?
6. Are your birthday parties televised?
7. Is your name Skylar, Tyler, Taylor, Cat, Bryce, Morgan, Brandon, Braden, Hayden, Jaden, Brianna, or Keegan?

For ages 26–39

1. Do you work in an office with a Foosball or Ping-Pong table?
2. Do you run a T-shirt company that specializes in flimsy apparel that runs small and whose designs are essentially appropriations of old advertising and TV logos from the 1960s and 70s?
3. Does it take more than two words to describe what you do for a living?
4. Have you or has anyone in your close circle of friends written a roman à clef about being a rich socialite, working in publishing, working in film, bonking the help, or any combination of the aforementioned circumstances?
5. Do you refer to ordinary male pastimes and accessories with such terms as "man-cation," "man-date," "man-purse," "man-orexic," and "man-olos"?
6. Before you go out bicycling, do you first change into iridescent spandex shorts and a skintight spandex shirt with a gaudy pattern recalling a 1990s screen saver?
7. Do you refer to having young children as "doing the parent thing"?
7a. If you do indeed have young children, have you launched a blog, or, worse, a video blog, about raising them?

For ages 40–55

1. Do you have money in a hedge fund?
2. Is your car worth more than $100,000?
3. Did you join a church or temple in order to get your children into its affiliated school?
4. Does your wife run a "therapeutic" gift shop/yoga studio/juice bar in the little town where you summer?
4a. If so, did you drive out a longtime mom-and-pop general store beloved by locals in order to obtain the lease or building for your wife's store?
5. Do you send off your kids to summer camp by helicopter?
6. Have you ever shelled out in the five figures to attend a rock 'n' roll "fantasy camp"?
6a. If so, do you keep a framed photo on your desk of you with your arm draped around a sweaty Roger Daltrey?
7. When your companion gets up to use the facilities at a restaurant, are you incapable of passing even the smallest blip of solitary time without theatrically scrolling or tapping on your BlackBerry, Trēo, or iPhone?

How to Reduce Your Asshole Footprint: Some Tips

1. Read a book to a small child, and not in a "Cool! I read this when I was a kid!" way.
2. Stop gelling, mussing, and spiking your hair. You should part it, and that's that.
3. Refrain from ever using the construction "Mmm, I want me some.…"
4. Do not ever order a Cosmopolitan again.
5. Do not leave any comments in any "Comments" section, on any occasion, ever.
6. Give in to the aging process, through every step of it.
7. Eat leftovers.
8. Go two entire, consecutive days without using a wireless electronic communication device.
9. Do not ever again refer to an elderly person, to his or her face, as "so cute."
10. All those things prescribed by Robert Greene in The 48 Laws of Power? Do the precise opposite.

Sept 23rd - Hash #866

2007-09-26T13:14:00.000+02:00

Scribe: Incredible Hulk

Hashers met in the usual spot opposite the parliament building in brilliant sunshine under a blue sky. A fantastic day for being out in the Budapest countryside !

So where was everyone??? No Hare for the day, no GM (at home looking after his worn out pussy …… willow), no Baldrick, no Rabies, we didn't even have an Anus (Saint or otherwise). But we did have Run By Battery, Giving Head, French Maid, Haggis, Wet Blanket, a recovering Cheesy Balls (unable to do what his right hand is for) and Incredible Hulk, plus a good bevy of No-Names and Virgins.

We were too many for the 2 cars, so all headed for the end of the bus 11 route. Incredible, Cheesy Balls and his young virgin (he claims to be his Niece) were the only runners, so the 3 set off into the forest and set a flour train for the Walkers. The walkers got an easy trail to follow, along small paths, down the hill between some lovely old trees, eventually arriving at a view stop with a good vista over the valley. Then down into the valley on a suburban route, but at the bottom, back into the forest, along some small paths to avoid doubling back onto the track down, but the path got smaller and smaller, ending in the middle of a large area of stinging nettles.

After hunting around a bit, an exit was eventually found over some decorative piles of rubbish and through a wire fence, out onto a road. Flour blobs were set and the walkers complained it was too easy! (Wait for the next time then!). So onwards along the road, slowly uphill and eventually going right and up into the forest again, soon arriving back at the start. A nice stroll or jog on a wonderful day !

So back to the circle, with only one or 2 knowing the words of the songs, made it a tame affair. Virgins were christened, returners rewarded and the usual drinks spread around. Then most headed down the hill to a very nice resto, "Lugas" where the food was much enjoyed while sitting in the sunshine, especially the desserts which were good enough to give Erica several oral orgasms.

So – next week we hope for a good turn out, and hopefully a hare will be produced from the hat.

OnOn!!!

From the "Big Book of British Smiles"

2007-09-21T08:38:00.000+02:00

Earmuffs have come early this year!

Sept. 16th - Hash #865

2007-09-20T15:16:00.000+02:00

Sunday 16 September 2007
Hare & Scribe - Sexytax

Hares and scribes being reluctant to volunteer, these tasks were therefore combined on this occasion. The main attraction this week for our less active friends was that this hash was completely flat, no mountains, hills, cliffs or precipices laid in wait, just lots of Flatness. Hajogyari (Obudai) Sziget was the destination, previously only known to most as the location for thousands of spaced-out music fans enjoying the annual Sziget Festival, however for fifty-one weeks of the year it is a delightful and quiet island, ideal for a pleasant Sunday day out.

Eighteen hashers gathered in the sun waiting for the day’s events to unfold. Long queues in the supermarket whilst buying the beer and water delayed the start, but by 12:15 three cars and a small group travelling by HEV were on their way to the sziget. Only four runners went on ahead leaving the walkers to enjoy a pleasant stroll around the island, the main distractions were a hot-dog stall, which attracted our more hungry hashers and the children’s playground, the delights of which included slides. The sight of one, shall we say “well fed” hasher, scaling the ladders and squeezing into a stainless steel tube will stay with me for a long time and the fact that he emerged at the other end without getting stuck is a miracle – luckily we left before the police arrived!

The circle was again ably supervised by Incredible and as is usual, hash virgins who have previously promised they will have lunch and return next week, after the circle, mysteriously disappear and are never seen again – was it something we said?

Lunch was eventually taken at Rozmaring Kertvendeglo on the river near Arpad hid, much rearranging of furniture eventually saw us settled and a tasty meal with liquid accompaniments brought the day to a successful conclusion.

OnOn

Blue Danube H3 Cruise 2007 - Esztergom

2007-09-15T09:44:00.001+02:00

The Esztergom run went very well, the Danube level was just low enough to dock, although part of the planned trail was under water, we found a revised route OK through a rugby pitch (only to find they were playing when the run started!. They loved the run around the town, the outskirts with traditional wine cellars and up the hills (although some complained about the 'up'). Many said it was the best hash of the trip, so we think Budapest has done a good job.

The FRB trail took them up pretty high up for good views, only one got lost at the top (after stopping to leak, only to find everyone gone and the sneaky trail difficult to find . Best was the wine stop with a wooden barrel with 50L wine for the ~125 hashers. It all went (some as down-downs later in the circle). Sandor, the old guy who grew the grapes and made the wine seemed very proud with all the complements, and the little road which was totally blocked with the sweaty bodies had never been so busy. Most walkers and runners got to the wine stop in about 45 min as expected, but Haggis was 'sweeping' the slow walkers, including Bill who is 85, so they were somewhat late. But all eventually got their wine.

The beer not drunk Tuesday all went on Thursday, so almost everything we bought for the runners was consumed. Another 25 T-shirts went OK - I was hoping for more sales, but most hashers seemed to have so many T-shirts that they could not manage another one.

Sadly the Wolf became ill in Bp and needed a doctor - so rest and no alcohol for a while. Lisbet took him by car to the wine stop where he enjoyed the ambiance if not the wine. Wash & Blow lost something on the boat Tuesday, nobody admitted to anything so nothing was recovered for her. The circle was well run by Kingfisher, with a lot of good Hash amusement and plenty of beer. It was a sad moment when Haggis and Incredible were chucked off the boat before it left for Bratislava - but a very good day all round !

OnOn!!!

Incredible Hulk

Sept 9th - Hash #864 BBQ Time in II district

2007-09-11T09:39:00.000+02:00

Hares: Can't Say No, Come and Go, Eagle Eye
Scribe: 10 Minutes Late

There was a record number of people sept.9 - about 25 including a friendly dog, which looked more like a sheep. We started at the last stop of the 56 tram and didn't even have enough cars, so some unlucky transport pass owners had to get a public. The weather finally got better after few miserable rainy days and we had no problems finding the way thanks to plenty of marks for both runners and walkers. Due to a big number of people everyone could find lots of partners for communicating of the hot topics was the discussion of possibilities for the Danube Cruise to make it inspite of high level of the river. Some suggestions were made to supply them with bathing suits to make their floating more enjoyable.

When everyone got hungry the highlight of the day was a barbecue hosted by hares CSN and C\G (Juliette and Ronald). We couldn't have wished more: a house with a breathtaking view, chicken and meat barbecue and even home made chocolate cake for dessert. Plenty of beer, as usual and when some still thirsty hashers mentioned "shots" it appeared immediately on the table with a magic wand of the hosts. When it got cooler outside people moved inside, I don't know how long they stayed, I had to leave earlier, hopefully nobody slept in the bushes... Thanks again to our hospitable hosts!!!

Sept 2nd - Hash #863 HHH

2007-09-03T18:56:00.001+02:00

Hare-Jaws

The Outsourcing Run

We were the last to arrive as I had mucked around the house debating about whether to attend due to my child carrier (aka my other half “Come and Go” – aptly named you will notice) being out of the country. Fortunately the Budapest Pack has an intellectual IQ that appeals to 3.5 year old “Eagle Eye” and I was able to outsource child entertainment for a substantial part of the afternoon.

We moved by car convey (the hare squashed into the boot of my car) to the start of the run which I understand to be the end of the 56 or 65 bus. Anyway, we were headed for the highest point in Budapest - a thought I relished with a 15.5kg handicap.

Eagle Eye and myself started somewhat slowly as we collected several rocks, sticks and examined carefully the blobs (few and far between). Pussy Willow and Sheila doubled back to make sure we were still en-route. Pussy Willow accepted a huge stick as a gift from Eagle Eye which she managed to carry around for the entire run including the bus and tram trip back to the circle.

Up and up we went following a blob approx. each kilometre. At last we arrived at the beer stop and we were glad to be ahead of the main group of walkers. Drinks were ordered and I made the fatal mistake to order a shandy. This was mainly because I wanted to seem a responsible parent on the descent, which would most likey involve carrying Eagle Eye. Some locals helped with translation and I ended up with a small beer and juice – bloody useless translators! Then about 5mins later some bread and dripping arrived as the Shandy! It was so warmly received by the pack that a plate of it was ordered and quickly eaten up over another round.

The sky looked ominous, so we started to make our way back. The runners speed off and the walkers talked and talked and walked straight past a false trail mark….thinking we were being super clever and that all roads lead to beer. Not so! As we descended we started to realise that we were actually no where close to where we were meant to be. Cross examining several locals and a bus driver saw us get on a bus then a tram to meet with the rest of the pack.

The circle was behind a local church with many crimes being punished and a general whip around for money for Jaws to buy more flour next time.

The evening commenced with a trip to a local pizza joint and another Sunday bloody Sunday used up on a load of good for nothings…well at least they are good entertainment for a child!

Till next week when Eagle Eye and parents set our first Budapest trail.

On On
Can´t Say No

Blue Danube H3 Cruise 2007 - Budapest

2007-09-03T12:19:00.000+02:00

Welcome Blue Danube H3 2007 Cruise

Budapest is the first stop of your journey Tuesday September 11th.

Your Hares will be Cheesy Balls and Baldric, more info come in a bit....

Michael Jackson dies

2007-08-31T12:26:00.000+02:00

Beer authority Michael Jackson dies
By DON RUSSELL For the Daily News

Michael Jackson's writing and his classification of beers energized the microbrewery business, where he was a cult figure. Here, his Book and the Cook tutored tastings were very popular. Beer drinkers around the world are mourning the man who filled their glasses with the finest ales and lagers.

Michael Jackson the Beer Hunter died yesterday morning at his home in London. The cause of death has not been determined. Jackson, 65, had been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease.

Though he was not a brewer, Jackson was responsible for more good beer than anyone. His tools were not the malt shovel and mash tun but a ballpoint pen and small notebook in which he scribbled tasting notes and interviews during four decades as a newspaperman.

Jackson's books and countless newspaper and magazine articles explored the far-reaching world of beer, from classic styles to obscure recipes.

He is primarily credited with establishing the language and identification of beer styles. Before Jackson, all beer was essentially the same; today, beer authorities recognize more than 100 major styles, defined by their cultural and technical characteristics.

Many of those styles – especially obscure varieties from Belgium – would be extinct today if not for Jackson's writing. In 1994, as thanks for almost single-handedly reviving that nation's brewing tradition, Crown Prince Philippe of Belgium gave Jackson its Mercurius Award.

For thousands of self-professed beer geeks, Jackson was a cult figure who inspired the U.S. microbrewery renaissance. They packed his lectures and surrounded him for autographs. His annual tutored tasting at the University of Pennsylvania Museum drew standing-room-only crowds and was the single most popular event for 17 consecutive years in the city's the Book and the Cook festival.

A self-educated writer from a poor family, Jackson began his career as a newspaperman in Yorkshire, then in London at the Independent and the Observer. He began writing on beer as a sideline, publishing his first beer book in 1976.

Since then, he had written a dozen books on beer and whiskey that have been translated into 20 languages, including The Pocket Guide to Beer, published in nine editions. In 2006, his book "Whisky" won a James Beard award for journalism. His Web site, www.beerhunter.com, has been a huge resource on beer, travel and breweries.

August 19th - Hash #861 Gellert to Budavar

2007-08-20T09:19:00.000+02:00

Scribe: Jaws taking the bullet for NFG Lidia (sic?)
Hash #861

Hares: Baldric

Hashers: Jaws, St Anus, Smokey Donkey, Beatrice, Sex Tax, Pussy
Willow, NFG Lydia, Eagle Eye, Mama Eagle Eye, Papa Eagle Eye, Giving
Head

The Orange Man, as he was appropriately renamed for the day, had found his playmate for the day and so he was happy although she was mentally more advanced than him as she was only aged 3.5. But she was happy to humour the Orange Man, alias St Anus, throughout the hash with her shouts of 'On On', often echoed by the Orange Man. It was suggested she called him that because of the colour of his shirt, but I think it was more to do with his complexion....

We had tried to gather at the regular meeting point in Batthyany ter, but were displaced a hundred meters or thereabouts because our territory had been reclaimed by the 'Red Bull Air Race' tents, set up so a few people could feel important and privileged to watch the race from the comforts of the hospitality tents, and others could be succoured into buying tickets to enter the cordoned off zone by the Danube, so they too could feel privileged. Apologies for anyone who came and did not find the hash group, but rather predictably the mismanagement failed to anticipate this problem. Nevertheless, a couple of hares did make the effort to go around looking for any prospective lost souls, but came back empty handed. The last to arrive was NFG Lydia, but for some unknown reason St Anus actively talked her out of being the scribe...go figure. And as I was last before her, it somehow fell upon me to scribble this trash, without being advised of
it!!

So the plan was to take a replacement bus up to Gellert (as the tram was obviously not working due to the air race) which departed from Batthyany ter. We waited for about 20 minutes when a bus appeared. And alas it seems just at that time NFG Lydia had decided to go looking for some water, so off went all of us on the bus whilst Baldric stayed behind and went looking for her, hoping to catch the next bus. This meant, you guessed it, the rest of us ended up waiting for the Hare at the Gellert.

Finally the trail began. Up from the Gellert Hotel and up and up and up and on and on and on, winding all the way to the Citadel, which as it turns out was only for the benefit of the runners. Whilst the runners waited at the top for the walkers to catch up, Baldric appeared and informed us we had to retrace the route back down again to catch up with the walkers. Then he recognised a celebrity Brit who we were watching being filmed at the Citadel making a TV programme, or covering the race for the UK TV. Baldric was convinced it was 'the famous British Olympic rower'.

Excitement over, we continued the trail on to the castle where the freshly uncovered ruins were now openly displayed for all to see. It was certainly busy and all the more so as there were some 'exhibitions' around the place. I suspect a lot of people were laughing at us or perhaps were confusing us with the 'exhibits' or 'processions' as we shouted out 'on on!'. Or perhaps they though we were just a plain stupid rabble. Nevertheless, we wound our way through the crowds and had a brief stop for refreshments at one of the outside stalls. Finally, zig zagging past the Fishermans Bastion and through the main street on down in the general direction of Batthyany ter. The runners then decided to have a beer stop at a local café, perhaps because I had remarked earlier how we had run past so many cafes / bars already without a beer stop. Alas, Baldric shouted out to NFG Lydia and me, who were leading the pack by now, to turn back to join them. He then called the walkers to advise them of his new scheme, but only to be told that the walkers were already at the end point; they had decide to take a short cut.

So another proper beer stop missed and off we went back to Batthyany ter. At the starting point. But of course logically one would have expected the walkers to be waiting there, but no. They had decided to wait at a different location along with a load of other common drunks by the toilets, and just waited for the runners to find them!

The down-down was held just there. The usual trash, and one naming of what must be the youngest Hasher in the world; St Anus's new found friend. She was duly christened 'Eagle Eye'. I then pointed out that as it was St Anus's birthday (which he had kept quiet about), he should be buying everyone a drink. But that came to nothing, and indeed he even failed to announce that all were welcome to his party at the Sark Bar on Margit-sziget that night.

The afternoon was finally concluded by a lunch at a local restaurant in Batthyany ter. Then followed, by now the familiar sight of Baldric tempting other hashers to another drinking session after lunch. He succeeded in persuading Jaws and Giving Head, without much effort, who went on to a rather decent Belgian Bar overlooking the Danube, with a good view of the air race. Front row seats with a good view, no entry tickets and beer of upto 9% proof! Great except for the extremely loud tannoy across the road from the bar, blaring out some incomprehensible commentary of the race, which we felt like shutting up somehow, and which seemed to continue even after the race had ended and the crowds had dispersed! But shut up it eventually did.....

Eventually, Baldric and I headed off to the Sark Bar to St Anus' party, whilst Giving Head went home sulking. The party seemed to be a rather civilized affair of just a few people sitting and drinking, until it started to rain a little. At which point Baldric and I decided to head for the last tram, and just as we left one of the worst thunderstorms hit Budapest, and so we ended up fighting gushing torrents of water, strong wind, and hailstones. Completely soaked to the skin, we succeeded in catching the last tram. And so ended another normal hash. The whole day was up, up, up, up, and up, and on, on, on, and on, and down, down, down, down, down, down, and down, and down.....to the last drop.

August 12th - Hash #860 Normafa

2007-08-15T16:55:00.000+02:00

Sunday 12 August

Didn't go to Sziget Festival so was able to make to down to Batthyany Ter on time to meet Rabies and Incredible Hulk. Went to get some food from shop and met Ten minutes late in the queue. Back to not the exact meeting point (someone has put a redbull flying thing in the way) where Run by battery and Trigamist had arrived. The reason for the small turn out was discussed...maybe the Sziget or the insulting scribing of last week.

The 6 of us got into 3 cars (not very carbon friendly) and drove up to Normafa. Trigamist offered to live hare for the 3 runners and Run by battery offered to take Ten minutes late into the woods. The walkers left, the hare left and the runners waited. The route went through the forest with a few wrong turnings, then to an open area where it all went a bit wrong for me. We all went in different directions and I lost the other 2. Couldn't hear any on on's only the birds.

Eventually found the correct route after a few good false trails by the hare, but I was on my own, so took a while. Trail then followed the children's railway but then I lost the trail again and as I knew where I was I decided to take the road back just in case the others were waiting for me in the circle. No one was at the car but spotted Trigamist with a sorry looking Rabies outside the pub having a pint. Turned out that Rabies had got lost as well. Swopped a few wrong trail stories over a drink, then the Hulk arrived the only one to complete the route. He'd done it on his own and even gone back and marked the checks of which there were many, according to his clever contraption completing over 10k.

He was surprised that he'd seen 'the lovers' not far from the finish but they weren't back, so heaven knows what was going on on. They finally arrived and we all relaxed over a beer and the now usual sex stories of Run by battery and Ten minutes late, including one about a wet bottom I've had to censor. Back to the car for the down downs, but with only 3 people drinking the excuses became even more inventive. I was volunteered to hare the following week and to write this...a little unfair.

Retired back to Jokai, and an old house of famous Hungarian writer which is now a restaurant for the best bean soup in town. Some had pancakes and everyone was surprised that we were the only customers as the quality was very good.

10 minutes late dropped me off and then straight off to Sziget festival, where, as a test of who reads this, I did a streak around the main stage the next morning, getting chased by 2 mud men. hash

Can someone please help this "lady"

2007-08-11T11:20:00.001+02:00

In my inbox:

GOD BLESS YOU.

I AM MOTHER JANE COLE FROM NETHERLAND ?just one A WIDOW TO LATE PATRICK COLE I AM 61 YEARS OLD, I AM A NEW CHRISTAIN CONVERT, SUFFERING FROM LONG TIME CANCER OF THE BREAST, ALL INDICATION MY CONDITIONS IS REALLY DETERIORATING AND IT IS QUITE OBVIOUS THAT I WOUDIN wooden, LIVE MORE THAN THREE MONTHS, ACCORDING TO MY DOCTORS,AND IN ALL INDICATION REGARDS TO MEDICAL ANALYSIS huh?, THIS IS BECAUSE THE CANER STAGE isn't this in singapore where they have graffiti shows HAS GOTTEN TO A VERYBAD brother of strongbad STAGE THAT NO HOPE FOR ME TO BE A LIVING PERSON AGAIN, try voodoo and join the undead...brains,

MY LATE HUSBAND KILLED how many did he kill DURING THE HURRICANE DISASTER IN NEW ORLEANS,AND DURING THE PERIOD OF OUR MARRIAGE WE COULD NOT PRODUCEANY CHILD maybe it had to do with all his killing .MY LATE HUSBAND WAS VERY WEALTHY AND AFTER HIS DEATH, I INHERITED ALL HIS BUSINESS AND WEALTH.

THE DOCTORS HAS ADVISED ME THAT I MAY NOT LIVE FOR MORE THAN SIX MONTHS upgraded from 3 months, SO I NOW DECIDED TO DIVIDE THE PART OF THIS WEALTH, TO CONTRIBUTE TO THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE CHURCH IN AFRICA, AMERICA ASIA a new region in the world AND EUROPE ESPECAILLY CREATE SOLUTION TO PROBLEM OF LESS PREVILLAGED as opposed to post-villaged ONES AND ALPHANAGE HOMES screw the betas!.

I SELECTED YOU AFTER VISITING THE WEBSITE she likes the hash I PRAYED AND FAST FOR THREE WEEKS OVER IT careful, only 9 weeks left by the first countdown WITH ADVISE OF MY PASTOR,I AM WILLING TO DONATE THE SUM OF $7.5M U.S DOLLARS, TO THE LESS PRIVILEGED our hash.PLEASE I WANT YOU TO NOTE THAT FUND IS LYING IN A SECURITY COMPANY AND UPON MY INSTRUCTION,MY ATTORNEY,WHO PRESENTLY IS IN AFRICA DISTRIBUTING RELIEF MATERIALS TO OF BOMBLAST and the bomb-first? IN SLERRA-LEONE,WILL FILE IN AN APPLICATION FOR THE TRANSFER OF THE MONEY IN YOUR NAME.

LASTLY,I HONESTLY PRAY THAT THIS MONEY WHEN TRANSFERRED WILL BE USED FOR THE SAID PURPOSE which is not said but I guess she means BEER!!! EVEN THOUHG IM LATE THEN, BECAUSEI HAVE COME TO FIND OUT THAT WEALTH ACQUISITION WITHOUT CHRIST IS VANITY AND I MADE THE PROMISE TO GOD THAT THE FUND WILL BE USE TO BUILD HIS TIMPLE, like a pimple but with a cross. Are you kidding, she's a new convert and her ex-husband, a killer by her words, leaves her a pile of money to give to the hash and THIS is vanity?

MAY THE GRACE OF OUR LORD JESUS THE LOVE OF GOD ANDTHE FELLOWSHIP OF GOD BE WITH YOU AND YOUR FAMILY I AWAIT URGENT REPLY TO MY ALTERNATIVE EMAIL ADDRESS: janecole1907@yahoo.com

GOD BLESS YOU.
MOTHER JANE COLE

Feel free to contact Mother but hurry unless she joins the undead she won't be around long. Ok, all this was a stupid lead into a funny video.

August 5th - Hash #859 Kőérberek

2007-08-09T11:15:00.000+02:00

Just a note of explanation to avoid any confusion:

This is 10 Minutes Late making his debut on the Hash Trash and not Frustrated Frog Legs for reasons, which will become clear later on.

How did I get the name 10 minutes late you ask yourself? Well, good question. The answer is, I really don’t know, but I suspect that it could be one of the two following options:

Some kind of malicious rumor spread by my dear wife, reminiscent of that classic verse Loudon Wainwright III song, ‘Whatever happened to you”, which goes something like this:

Well, we used to be in love,
But now we are in hate,
You used to say I came too early,
But it was you who came too late
Alternatively, it could have something to do with my habit of procrastinating every Sunday morning before I rise, which has in the past, caused me to arrive about 10 minutes late for the Hash. In this regard I am the living proof that there’s absolutely no truth in the rumor that procrastination makes you go blond blund erm, blind (sorry about that, recently been having a little trouble seeing the letters on the keyboard clearly, and sometimes I can’t see the keyboard at all.)

Now, I’m sure you’re curious about how I managed to get myself into the unenviable task of writing the Hash Trash? Well that makes 2 of us.

The answer is really quite simple.

As has become customary in recent months, Frustrated Frog Legs (aka Tommy the Frog) volunteered to write the Hash Trash. As is well-documented, all the requests to get him finally to put pen to paper were answered with a resounding “OUI”, however turned out be a big limp ‘NON’. (For those of you with limited language skills, or have no experience with Frenchies, Oui is French for No and Non is also French for No.)

It became apparent by the end of last Sunday’s run that Tommy the Frog had become seriously traumatized by some of the sights he had witnessed, both during the run itself and in the circle – more about that later - and being the kind, caring and public-spirited person that I am, I thought to myself, Sacrebleu! Petit Pois! Ménage à Trios! I just can’t let him suffer any more today than he already has. The least I can do is to relieve him of this additional burden - while at the same time, doing my bit for peace in Europe by ending years of hatred, bitterness and hostility between the French and the English nations by a display of true camaraderie.

As everybody knows, the animosity between England and France was started by the French.
This was mainly as a result of their jealousy of our superb English style of cooking and the high quality selection of English wines, not to mention our great British traditions, such as stag parties abroad, binge drinking, and our terribly well disciplined and well-behaved football supporters, the likes of which any nation would be proud to have as ambassadors of their country.

History shows that this hostility reached a peak in 1940 on the beaches of Dunkirk when the entire French army decided to depart tout de suite to the beaches of the Cote d’Azure for a 5 year holiday, without as much as a lousy Au Revoir, leaving the English army behind to clear up the mess that France had got itself into with Germany - for the second time in just over 20 years.

Never again, mon amis.

So, now the important stuff is out of the way, here’s my trashy account of last Sunday’s Hash extravaganza.

August 5th began as beautiful warm and sunny day with a wonderful atmosphere when we met at Battyany ter at 11:30. Present for this momentous occasion were: St. Anus, Cheesy (I couldn’t think of a more fitting name for him) Balls, Smoky Donkey, The Fallen Madonna with the Big Boobies, Frustrated Frogs Legs, Me (10 Minutes Late), Giving Head, Cunning Linguist, an American NFG returnee person of the female persuasion who’s name has slipped my mind (Carol), a Scot former GM of the BP hash who suprisingly has no hash name, and last but not least, 3x a Weeny.

Of course, we all felt very upset at the absence of our former, sadly missed and never to be forgotten GM, Bursting Bladder and his lovely Dutch wife, The Dyke. For those who have already forgotten them, he’s was the big Norwegian guy with a beard, a vest and a baseball cap who always arrived for the Hash grasping a large horn in his right hand, trying to entice everybody in the vicinity to blow it, while she, on the other hand, did her best to prevent this from happening.

I think she said that it was something to do with germs, or was it Germans?

Probably Germans, because being Dutch means that her grandfather’s bicycle was borrowed by a German soldier in 1945, so that he could cycle back to Germany very quickly and avoid having multiple clogs, worn by multiple Dutch people, (who were very, very angry after 5 years of German occupation,) being aimed at his head, nose, nuts or alternatively being unceremoniously shoved up his ass. Surprisingly, he never returned with this bicycle, nor did the other 150,000 members of Berlin’s finest return the ones they had borrowed. This led to some animosity between the Dutch and Germans.

Until today, this is so ingrained in the Dutch mentality that even people who never owned a bicycle, weren’t even born until after the war ended, never had a grandfather, or if they did, had one who never owned a bicycle in the first place, still complain about the theft of their grandfather’s bicycle.

But I digress…….

Cheesy Balls and 3x a Weeny were the hares of the day and had decided to deposit their blobs in a remote area of Buda, 26 tram stops from Battyany ter, which meant that not only did we have to suffer a slow moving and very uncomfortable tram for about 35 minutes, but St.Anus, for some unknown reason (like fare dodging), became very anxious at each one of the stops, especially whenever a somber looking person carrying a case stepped onto the tram. As we were seated in the centre of the tram, this meant that St.Anus needed to rotate his head 360 degrees at every stop to check all the doors. At one point he was convinced that one of the new arrivals was just about to slide his party armband on and came running across to me in total panic and begging for a ticket. I was just about to calculate the black market price when the “inspector” left the tram and St.Anus returned to his, by now, very wet seat.

So, we eventually arrived at the start of the run. Those who decided to run, ran and those who didn’t, walked. Quite a nice stroll through the forest, lots of empty beer cans, empty plastic bottles, parts of dead animals (possibly chickens), and numerous ripped open packs of Durex!

I just couldn’t help thinking, “what a romantic place to take your girlfriend, your wife, somebody else’s wife. One thing’s for sure, these local guys really know how to treat a lady and knock her off - her feet, that is.”

It was at that point that Frustrated Frog Legs had his first shock of the day. In the middle of the road was a squashed frog. It had obviously been driven over by a steamroller earlier that day and was kind of spread out with arms and legs stretched out to the 4 main points of the compass (that is north, south, east and west for those of you who aren’t sure). I did my very best to shield Tommy the Frog from this abomination, but to no avail.

He saw it, fell silent, wiped a tear from his cheek, pulled his shorts back up and continued further with bowed head and a devastated expression on his face.

I will now report on the all-time low spot of this, and possibly any other Hash that has taken place anywhere in the universe.

Warning: Read the following at your own risk. Any person of a nervous disposition or with psychological problems is advised not to continue reading further.

The Budapest Hash House Harriers does not accept any responsibility whatsoever for any temporary or permanent physical or mental distress caused.

OK, for those of you who are still reading, which means all of you, I’ll get straight to the point!

3 x a Weeny lived up to his name in the most literal sense and did 3 x a Hash Flash.

This was not a pretty sight and caused quite some consternation among those present that witnessed this and it provoked the whole spectrum of reactions from shock, horror, disgust, open-mouthed disbelief to mild amusement and hysterical laughter. There was just one case of severe disappointment; this was from Giving Head, who missed the spectacle and testicles, as she happened to be looking elsewhere each time. Never mind GH, you really didn’t miss all that much.

On the occasion of Weenies second Hash Flash, the Fallen Madonna with the Big Boobies decided that enough was enough and gave him a severe lecture, intended to humiliate, to which there was absolutely no response from the Weeny.

Later on in the circle, Smoky Donkey, who had just announced his 7 year anniversary of marriage to Fallen Madonna on that very day, decided to show support for his wife and get into her good books, no doubt for later in the evening, and give yet another bollocking to 3 x a Weeny.

Did this further humiliation do the trick? No way, in fact it had the opposite effect as shortly afterwards 3 x a Weeny decided to make yet another Hash Flash – right there, in the circle no less!

Upon seeing this, Frustrated Frog Legs, who was unfortunate enough to be standing next to 3 x a Weeny, turned white and then various shades of green and looked as if he was just about to throw up. This was certainly not one of the Froggies best days and if you’re reading this Froggie, I do hope you’re feeling better now.

So, after a few down downs for who knows what, those whose stomach wasn’t turning and churning decided to go for lunch. Giving Head, who was still complaining that she hadn’t actually seen the flashing incidents decided that we should go to eat in the German restaurant behind the market at Battyany. Was it pure coincidence that this particular restaurant specializes in a wide variety of sausages? Bockwurst, Bratwurst, Weisswurst – you name it, they’ve got it - big ones, small ones, fat ones, thin ones, straight ones, bent ones – the list is endless!

Those present at this feast were: Giving Head, Froggy, Cunning Linguist, 3 x a Weeny and
10 Minutes Late. Can’t imagine why everybody else decided to give it a miss this time.

So, all in all, Hash #858 was just another normal Sunday Hash, with all the benefits of rubbing shoulders, and sometimes a lot more, with the crème de la crème of Budapest high society.

We should all consider it to be an extraordinary privilege to be in the company of such cultured and well-adjusted people.

Finally, I have the sad duty to inform you that 3 x a Weeny is leaving Hungary and accordingly last Sunday was his final Budapest Hash Run.

Weeny, we’re all really going to miss it you and we hope that you have more success in making an impression on the camels in Qatar than you did with the majority of us in Budapest.

Last Sunday, you succeeded in making quite a spectacle of yourself, and I’m certain that it’ll be a point of discussion for long after you’ve left us – but isn’t that what you really wanted?

So Weeny, old cock, it only remains for me to wish you good luck for the future and I’m certain that I speak for the whole of Budapest Hash House Harriers when I say that we hope that you get well soon.

Warmest personal regards,

Martin aka 10 Minutes Late

July 29nd - Hash #858 Rozsa Domb

2007-08-05T09:39:00.000+02:00

Hares: GMs SexTax & PussyWillow

The 29th day of July opened with a gleaming sun, radiating from a bright blue sky. To the north a smattering of wispy clouds, to the south a cover of white and grey met the horizon. A moderate balmy breeze blew across the Danube to fan an assembly of 16 Hashers for run number 867, (or somewhere thereabouts), marking the last and final Hash for BB and The Dyke as residents of Budapest. After an exchange of greetings, brief in my case as a result of tardiness, the usually disorganized chaos ensued concerning the groups transit to the starting point for the days run. The Hare pair, Sex Tax and Pussy Willow led the mounted charge, combining bus and car, towards the elevated environs of Budapest’s third district.

Upon arrival, the group not so quickly divided into almost equal numbers of runners and walking and set out upon a wooded trail. With Sex Tax guiding all running and Pussy Willow herding the walkers we soon emerged from a trail to the paved streets of the District. The course laid by the Hares included an interesting combination of alternating challenges. We traversed rolling hills with meadows and forested paths, sloping residential byways, bustling city streets, quiet and sublime city parks and even a sports running track meant to stifle the progress of any pedantic or overly energetic front runners.

The midpoint of the day’s trek included a planned and much appreciated beer stop. A brief disappointment greeted the first arrivals, finding the establishment to be closed on Sundays. Not to worry, our resourceful Hares had a back up plan! We were soon relaxing under a shaded portico enjoying a refreshing libation, although some found the fare for which to be a bit haughty.

A number of noteworthy viewpoints were encountered along the 9+ kilometer route. Panoramic views of Budapest from the northern heights overlooking the Danube’s meandering curve toward the City center. An educational stop at the shrine of Gul Baba, a 16th century benevolent Turk who was into rose gardening and whose very steps we may have been following. Thus when all the geography and history lessons were concluded the Hares led the way on a long hilly homeward stretch, finally arriving at the starting point and another much needed libation.

The circle of Hash 867 (or somewhere thereabout) was marked by the passing of the scepter from outgoing GM, BB to our newly anointed GM Sex Tax (Don't forget PussyWillow). Amidst this noted fanfare were the usually down downs for the usually variety of reasons, none of which merit writing down. The exception being a newcomer named XXXX, whom we hope to see more of! ahh!! and to see on another hash as well.

Yours truly, Andy, (reluctantly) aka: Cheesy (still hinting for a change) Balls

July 28th - Fuckoff Party for BurstingBladder & The Dyke

2007-07-29T10:38:00.000+02:00

Well it was time to say "Fuck Off" to our beloved GM and his lovely consort. 20 of us gathered at Trofea Restaurant to enjoy a good meal with them before leaving in 5 days time.

After plumping ourselves with all you can eat meats, sides, and as much beer as we could call for from the somewhat attentive waiters, the hash hushed for some parting words. Then after some hushed conversations, the mantel of GM and Grand Mistress were bestowed on the surprised hashers SexTax and Pussy Willow.

Then, one bye one everyone trickled away

July 22nd - Hash #857 Margit Island

2007-07-26T12:58:00.000+02:00

Hares BB and Dyke

The temperatures must have been a wee bit above normal in good ole Buda as the usual meeting point was abandoned in favour of a shadier spot across the road under an obliging tree (species unknown but it did have lots of leaves providing the necessary). This led to initial confusion for at least one member - no names mentioned and I will have to be killed to divulge that information – as on alighting from the tram they could not see anyone and thought they had all ran (doubtful) off.

But to keep with some sort of tradition we all crossed the road for the circle where the plan of the day was divulged by BB. Unfortunately, I missed this bit as had popped over the road for liquid refreshment so I can’t shed any light. On my return asked some individuals what had been said and they couldn’t either. I wonder if they had been listening or if alcohol consumption is slowly affecting their memories as it is mine. Perhaps they didn’t care.

Anyway unusually the trail started with a circle and with 3x aWeenie and Sex Tax (our token runners) and St Anus setting out in opposite directions. As I was at the time busy socializing I missed subsequent hash calls but followed the pack which included the hares assuming they knew where they were going. Not always the best policy but there is sometimes safety in numbers. I was momentarily worried about St Anus and looked around to see if he was following. Someone in a conspicuous red shirt was lurking furtively around a bus door but this is purely circumstantial and one shouldn’t rely on such evidence.

Anyway the pack meandered purposely towards Margit Hid chatting, catching up with news of friends and social events. Before we knew it we were up the steps and dodging death crossing the road. Being at the back of the pack I must admit to not looking for the trail or hearing any onons but I am sure our illustrious leaders were following true hash conventions. So there we were on Margit Island, light of feet heading towards the topless sunbathers at the waters edge. No beer stop here though so we skipped along, a merry band, regaining height and thankfully shade spotting dollops of white powder and too many besci bellies. A brief stop to buy beer from an obliging lady with a fridge on wheels and we were quickly ushered on to a shady glen where a pleasant interlude ensued with BB stopping, dropping his bags and announcing a sports stop. Bats and balls and various other items of torture were the produced and after an initial apathetic bit of tossing and fumbling with balls, Pussy Willow and Honorable visitor NFG Peter organized us into an entertaining game of good old fashioned rounders. Rules were changed as and when required and a jolly time was had by nearly all. The crowd never uttered a cheer from the spectators blanket but who can blame them?

We were all sad when we had to pack away but the thought of what might lay ahead spurred us on. Disappointing to some the planned swimming stop was ditched but St Anus quickly spotted a water hose with which he tried to cool down the pack. The request for a wet tee shirt competition were ignored and the pack plodded on. Our next stop at the ruined Dominican church was educational and we were all told how Bela IV sent his daughter Margit there to be a nun at the age of 9. So what was the island called before then? Answers please on a postcard.

On On as the saying goes so we did.

We lost a few of the pack at a café as another unplanned beer stop was required but as our dental tourists from the Trossachs, Run by Battery and Trigamist had inside knowledge as they all made it back to the circle. The rest of the trail passed in a blur but there was a pond and some terrapins who were moving faster than us and before you could say another “on” there was BBs car with the promise of a cold beer lurking inside it.

The circle slowly assembled and there was much elbowing and naming. Visitors were welcomed, Peter the Lawyer and Mimi and Oink from the Trossachs. Heinous crimes such as Hats in the Circle were admitted to with no shame and the usual culprit, Sex Tax was given a down down for yet again being the only hasher not to have committed a crime. The shame.

Another hash over, we slowly disassembled. Some to lunch at the Water Tower others to watch the Open and others to get to the airport. Thanks to hares BB and Dyke…their last trail for the Budapest Hash. You will be missed.

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Pack:
Smokey Donkey, Madonna with the big boobies (?), Hot Flush, Sex Tax, Pussy Willow, 10 minutes late, StAnus, CheesyBalls, Runs by Battery, Trigamist, Giving Head, 3 x a Weenie, NFG Peter, wee visitors Mimi and Oink , and a special appearance by Kare-Ozzie

Still waiting on trash from last 3 hashes

Movie Rules

2007-07-19T18:23:00.000+02:00

Hi, first FFFL* and now Cheesy Balls & Hot "I won't need my mobile so I'll leave it at the lake" Flush, have left the hash without any trash for the past 18 days, I thought I would share this important bit of movie news.

Too many people do not understand proper Movie Theater etiquette. I the past all theaters had to do was to remind patron to go grab a treat from the lobby

Now a days people in theaters are so rude they need to be told explicitly what that shouldn't do during the film, like lighting up a smoke. Really when was the last time you could smoke during the film? And the god-damned crying babies in an R-rates (18+) film, leave 'em at home. Well Hollywood has finally acted and this promo will be shown before all new movies. Trust me it is really geared towards a newer generation. I am sure you will be humming it on the way home.

Think people will get the message? Sadly, probably not.

*Fucking Frustrated Frog Legs

Social at Gödör Klub

2007-07-16T09:07:00.000+02:00

We will be meeting this Thursday at 8:00 pm at Gödör Klub

There will be live music though I am not sure if it is inside or out. Drinks are normal BP prices and there is a very good outdoor environment.

On On

Click baby Bursting Bladder if you are still lost.

Budapest Hash House Harriers

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Thanks to all

1,000...it's coming

Hash #1000 - Schedule of events

Friday June 4th 2010 - pre- #1,000 Pub crawl

Saturday June 5th 2010 *****#1,000*****

Who's Coming?

Hash Trash for 09 May 2010

#1000 Description

1st Hash of 2010

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Baldric pulls the short straw

July 19th -2009 -Hash #959 Children's railway

June 27th 2009 - Hash #955-ish Fenyõgyöngye

June 27th 2009 - Hash #949????

June 1st 2009 - Hash #951-ish Fenyõgyöngye

May 17th 2009 - Hash Trash #

Hash Trash

May 10th 2009 - Hash # - Budakaszi

April 17th - Hash #? Villanyi,

Weekend getaway Hash Flash

Getting Piste’d in Austria

Rock on Zorro

Up Coming Worldwide Hash Events

Dec. 14th - Hash #923

Dec. 7th - Hash #922

Nov. 23rd - Hash #920

Hash Culture | Music by MaMa-San

Subprime Primer

Jack's Photos

Just for you Baldric

Sept. 28 - Hash #912

Sept. 21 - Hash #911 - Rosadomb

Sept 7th - Hash #909

August 31th - Hash #908 Huvosfold

Unnecessary Censorship

August 24th 2008 Hash #907 - Gellert

August 17th 2008 Hash #906 - Gellert

Prague 888

Seldom Hasher's Party Photos

July 27th Hash #903 - City Park

July 20th Hash #902 - Outside Budakeszi

July 13th Hash #901 - Rosadomb

Juy 12, 2008 Hash #900

July 06, 2008, Hash #899

May ???, 2008, Hash # 896???

DeathMarch of Pilisvorosvar - Hash #898

#900

Capital Growth Solutions

CONCERT May 18th

Hash #889 - April 27th, 2008

Hash #888 - April 20th, 2008

13th April 2008 - Not Much of a Hash #887

April 6, 2008 - Hash #886

March 23rd, 2009 - Trash #884

March 2nd, 2008 - Hash 887

Feb. 24th 2008 - Hash 886

Hash #884

44 Watch - Scandal and Hipocrisy Watch of the 44th President of the United States: More MSM douchebaggery

MARATHON BHUTAN

New restaurant

Jan. 13th - Hash #882 Ice Capades & Chili

Shameless whores use an old man to do their self-promotion :)

Dec. 30th - Hash #880

Dec. 23th - Hash #879

Dec. 16th - Hash #878

Nov. 18th - Hash #876???

Nov. 4th - Hash #87? II District

Video guide to understanding all those funny buggers

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

Oct 7th - Hash #868 - Normafa

Saturday June 5th 2010 #1,000