Showing posts with label Baldrick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baldrick. Show all posts

Monday, June 1, 2009

June 1st 2009 - Hash #951-ish Fenyõgyöngye

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

Monday, September 15, 2008

August 31th - Hash #908 Huvosfold

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)

Monday, April 7, 2008

April 6, 2008 - Hash #886

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

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

August 12th - Hash #860 Normafa

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

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

April 7th - #843 Nagykovácsi "Easter Hash"

Rabbits: BB & the Dyke

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Again apologies for wrong names.

This was expected to be a quiet run being Easter weekend, but more and more people kept turning up until there was 22. Svetlana even left overnight mass at 5 to be with us. Four cars so we all crammed in, myself looking after the beer in BB's boot. Followed by police car for a while so used our diplomatic immunity by pulling faces and showing my arse.

Drove out to Nagykovacsi where the 2 local virgin sisters Zsuzsa and Cecilia came from by strange coincidence (must be another valley of beautiful women). Up a dead end track where we assembled for a briefing from rabbits BB and Dyke of not to get lost as the local hunters shoot anything after dark. And then we were off on on up, following half missing marks (BB has no luck).

Came across first strange check - a circle with 3E inside. The runners then following walkers
scattered and with a little help from BB found 3 hidden Easter eggs. Once found some were eaten by hungry not Hungary hashers, some given as gifts to the less fortunate hashers who didn't find one - so much love about.

Up to the top of Nagy Szenas for great views and then on on down to another egg check where a dog had left a number 2 in the middle (perhaps it couldn't find any eggs). Then on down into forest carpeted in flowers until they were trampled by hashers seeking eggs. The runners did an extra loop meeting up with the walkers for a five-egg check, to much hilarity. up a steepish slope to another egg-check by unexplained monument from 1926.

Two cyclists saw me looking and said: "Are you looking for an egg? Well, it's behind my bike."

So, I had to explain what was going on. Polluting Cunning Linguist, showed her arse without diplomatic immunity. Once eggs were found and Liz had come up the hill, then up some more, and down to down down where Liz was the first one there. Beers cracked open and down downs first for the rabbits with usual complaints too flat, etc.

We had to sing from the hash song book due to the lack of expert hashers. Next visiting Hair something and Cunning Linguist from Cologne but Singapore home hash. Next came the virgins Babak, Zsuzsa and Cecilia . Next BB asked for the returnees looking at Hiroko
and she said: "No, I'm Japanese." A bit of confusion, but very funny. Another returnee On time from four years previous (a record?). Next 10 minutes late and run on batteries, and Babak (who wasn't very happy claiming he didn't know the rules) and either Zsuzsa or Cecilia had been spotted having sex on the hash so centre of the circle for down downs.

So many other offences but as we'd spent so long looking for eggs we had to
go to On Inn. BB made a couple of trips to ferry eaters and then dropped Liz and Trina back into centre where they were wine tasting. Excellent food at Ordongos where we had a devilish good time. BB and myself for the second week running ordered the same food coincidentally, this time goose legs. Paid, said our goodbyes and had inspirational lift back to Moskva Ter where myself and St Anus caught the metro. I spent the night wine tasting trying to forget the fact that I was forced scribe, offered to hare next week and I'd stubbed my toe which hurt.

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Easter Joke.
...what do you get if you throw boiling water down a rabbit hole...?
...you get a hot cross bunny...!

Another Joke.
An English doctor is being shown around a Scottish hospital. At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first patient he sees, and the man proclaims:
"Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin' race!"

The English doctor, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient,and immediately the patient launches into:
"Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it."

This continues with the next patient:

"Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!"

"Well," the English doctor mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."

"Oh no," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the serious Burns unit."

Baldrick


Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Feburary 25th - #837 Red Dress Run

Hares: Rabies and BB

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TO Rabies:

Here's the report. Can you put it where it should go (not the bin) and include me on the mailing list.

Apologies for wrong names etc. as I'm only new.

-Baldrick

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To bed at 8am, dragged myself out at 11, metro, tram, ran down rakpart, unusually large amounts of pigeons about - strange, to see a river of red in the distance. Lots of joviality as I was last arriving, mainly from men dressed in red dresses - odd.

Offered some 'Rabies made' mulled wine which was drunk during photo session and hash cash payment. Flask of wine and BB's (he was dressed in red dressing gown and old maids wig) broom was deposited in BB's car where Rabies was presented with a blond wig and red head band. Rabies and BB, the hares, led the run to start with - strange, and the Dyke (dressed in shimmering red skirt from the 80s), nursing a sprained ankle from hash on ice, led the walkers.

The trail had been laid (for 2 hours) the previous day with the surprise decision to use Trill as the markers, so very popular with the flying rats. A number of times the runners were looking carefully for markers to be faced with scared pigeons flying towards scared runners faces. Route went directly from Batthyany ter, more or less straight up many steps to enter the castle walls with the hares checking the checks hadn't been too badly bird damaged.


Unusual checks on the way like ones with circles around posts. Also a few false trails which lay undamaged (strange fact that pigeons don't like food in an F shape). Early checkpoints were no problem until a lady check (two circles with nipples) appeared.

The walkers caught up and helped, but to their disgrace the hares had to show them the way. Came across the memorial to the last Turkish defender of the city which called for a rendition of father Abraham (for those who don't know it involves a lot of arm and leg movements in some kind of coordination).

The route continued, up surprisingly, to the military museum square where a man supposed to be taking a picture of his wife took one of Hulk (dressed in red evening wear from only the best fashion charity houses that London has to offer) instead. We were all getting different reactions from members of the public. From the completely shocked, to the everyday occurrence of Budapest hashes finest dashing round dressed in red shouting on, on. Great views and some downhill, through what the girls were led to believe was a men's toilet entrance, to Bangkok's route from 3 weeks earlier. A few falsies down the steps but this time we stayed on the flat and to a square with horse and rider statue.

Rabies drew our attention to the shiny balls (of the horse not the rider) which had been caused by students touching them for good luck in their exams. A few of us climbed up to do the same even though our exam times look long over. Apparently the penis had been broken off the horse by a female student using it as a handle to get to the testicles...such is life.


Onto a nearby beer stop in a quaint old pub only big enough for Hash Cash and Dyke so most sat outside drinking one of Hungary's finest beers - Gosser from Austria, and cracking a few sexist jokes, and less funny ones. It was time to go but Linda (in red post-shower outfit, I think) had just brought a beer and Andy (red BHHH top) couldn't finish his straight away, so the seasoned drinkers sang 'why are we waiting'. Perhaps it was the beer but I cant remember much of the rest of the route, but it must have included all the sites around the fisherman's bastion as one mark looked like it had been laid by the fisherman himself after too many fish.

The runners who were drivers and the runners who didn't want the extra mileage (kilometerage) turned off, but 6 runners followed Rabies on his extra run including walker now runner, Svetlana (wearing special running jeans...oh and red coat). This route went through the palace area and an attempted short cut through a museum, but the exit was blocked so funny looking discussion between Rabies and ticket seller, being very professional, like its OK to have a man dressed in shorts and blond wig in her museum. Down to Erzsebet bridge and up lots of steps to the citadel taking in fantastic views across the Duna. Dropped down again to Rabies house meeting up with walkers delivered by car for a down down in the garden. This was run by Hash Cash who had a little altercation with Bangkok who finished his beer off over Hash Cash. Neighbours wandering what was going on, disturbing their quiet Sunday afternoon, a few driving off for less noisy surroundings.


A few misdemeanors, like technology use, but fortunately no lack of hash wear, as I'd left mine at home in the rush. To Rabies abode, where his wife had prepared much needed soup and bread. Polished off a few beers creating a beer tower with the empties, knocked over by the less sober. Everyone in good spirits (except the parrot) with intellectual discussions on why there was a security chain and lock on the toilet (by the parrot). Then it was time to go as BB was threatening to take off his shoes. Most got a lift back with BB and Dyke but Linda, Zsuzsa, Brit lady whose name I cant remember and myself caught the bus back to the poor areas. Altogether a fun day had by all even though Latrine didn't get to fall over after 3 attempts.

Baldric

Hulk's Sideshow




The Real Bang Cock

All I can say is OUCH!!!

I want to comment on yesterday's trail.

To those who missed it, you missed a great event. We had a goodly group of hashers in attendance and attracted one virgin, Aggie from Hungary via Bath in England. It turned out to be the Budapest Hash's First Red Dress Run thanks to several stalwarts who cast their fates to the wind and actually came wearing bonifide red dresses. Those brave souls were our own Incredible Hulk, BB and Dyke as you can see from the pictures Hulk graciously forwarded.

Also notable and deserving comment was Rabies for his "flowing golden tresses". BB is to be complimented too for the "hair transplant" that he was sporting and of course the Dyke was lovely in her flowing red dress and boa. Even her ankle brace looked wonderful. Mind you, Rabies and BB did get many funny stares but Hulk was actually stopped by two young Italian(?) tourists who demanded to have their picture taken with him wearing his "elegant" frock.

The Hash Gods did smile on us as it was a bit cold but was a beautiful dry day. The trail did keep us warm though running/walking up and down through the Castle district and later through the Gellert hill area. (That part did have this "runner" having to put forth some extra effort.)

We had much humor on the trail mainly trying to find it. Our Hares in their infinite wisdom decided to use corn flour instead of white flour and most of it either blew away or was eaten by the pigeaons. It must have been comical to watch us looking for a few grains of yellow trail marks.

It was a good trail though and was suitably enjoyed by all attendees. The beer stop was a good one and at the "On After", Mrs. Rabies provided some excellent food for the troops. This was much appreciated as it was getting a bit chilly outside in
the circle.

All in all it was an event that the Budapest Hash can be proud of. Mes compliments aux hares.

ON! ON!

BC


Hi Hashers

I agree, it was a really fun day and all the red ladies were gorgeous. Many thanks Ildikó for inviting us in from the cold and serving up that delicious warming soup and toasted bread.
On, on
Nicola

Nicola's pictures from the hash


Sunday, June 18, 2006