August 17th 2008 Hash #906 - Gellert

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.

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

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

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.

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Can´t Say No