Hare: Hairless...so Baldric
Scribe: Not so-NFG Juidth
Judith has let down the HASH
Showing posts with label Normafa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Normafa. Show all posts
Monday, October 22, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Sept 30th - Hash #867
Hareless
Scribe: Wet Blanket
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
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
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
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
Saturday, June 23, 2007
June 17th - Hash #852 Normafa (‘No more flour’) again!!
Hares: NFG Paresh with StAnus
‘9.8 km as the crow flies (if it was lost and flying in a circular route instead of a straight line), and 1hr 36 minutes to do the run’, said Incredible Hulk to the rather bemused 5 hashers sitting in a cafe in Normafa. He was looking at his rather sophisticated wrist chronograph / GPS device, which he wears in case he should get lost.
‘So your estimate of 5 km plus or minus 5 km’ was spot on!’ he said to NFG Paresh, who set the trail the day before with the help of StAnus.
It was a hot Sunday morning when 12 hashers gathered at the usual meeting place in Batthyany
Ter, and were joined by a late comer, Rabies, who just arrived in his car as the pack were setting off to start the run / walk in Normafa. The same Rabies who left early after the run thus avoiding the circle and down-downs he was sure to get, and despite all that and to add insult to injury he in fact succeeded in making sure NFG Paresh did get a down-down for laying the rather less than adequately marked trail. NFG Paresh maintains to this date that the trail was well marked and that it was only challenging because the sunlight shining through the trees was very good at camouflaging the flour. Besides the runners should stop moaning and get on with the job in hand!
And so the eventful day began with about 5 cars transporting the pack to the site, not before on
e hasher, 10 Minutes Late, decided to follow another car, not part of the pack, on to their home before realising he was following the wrong car. Just how he managed to do so is still beyond comprehension, as the car he was supposed to follow, occupied by Smokey Donkey and NFG Paresh, was a totally different make and model which he had been waiting behind for quite some time before they set off. So after some frantic phone calls to Run By Battery, he was guided back to the correct destination! Funnily he escaped a down-down for keeping the pack waiting.
On the way up, Smokey Donkey decided that they needed to buy some water as Run By Battery
had failed to do so, for which she was gracious enough to accept a down-down. NFG Paresh and Smokey Donkey stopped at a ‘Match’ and quickly bought 16 bottles of cold water. Just as they were getting back to the car NFG Paresh looked at the receipt and noticed that they had just paid for 24 bottles. So a quick return back to the shop, and some words were exchanged in Hungarian. The tiller was apologetic as a queue of other shoppers was gathering for her attention, but it was agreed that rather than get money back as this would have completely confused the poor girl and cause a much larger queue to develop, they should collect another 8 bottles of water, which they did and were on their way. Smokey Donkey ignored the very large diversion sign and just as soon realised his mistake so did a quick U-turn to get back on the right road. Was this becoming a sign of things to come?
The pack gathered at the starting point and was briefed by NFG Paresh, who accepted full responsibility for setting the course, but warned that that was the first course he had set, and reminded everyone that his accomplice mentor had been StAnus. He also rather fortuitously observed that this was a pack of 13, unlucky for some. The pack included three new comers/Virgins; a Financial Controller from New York, a Wizzair pilot from UK, now living in Budapest, and a Wind Energy expert from USA, hoping to build wind farms in Hungary. In their wisdom / ignorance they decided to run the course.
Straight away there was a false trail, as six set off to run, and seven walk the course. There were to be no pit stops along the way.
The course was broadly a round route which started at the car park in Normafa, headed North
West towards and past the Viragvology Station and then cut across the woods South West to Makkosmaria. It continued on roughly South from there for some 1-2 km before cutting across East to Csilleberc, and then along the Konkoly Thege Miklos ut., back to Normafa. There was a view point along the way.
As one of the runners NFG Paresh let slip at the view point that they had covered about two thirds of the course, but the last third was regrettably uphill all the way. He would hav
e liked to say ‘It’s all downhill from here’. He kind of guessed that the mood of the runners was perhaps not the most enthusiastic he had ever encountered. So it was a good excuse to rest a while and rather optimistically hope that the walkers would soon catch up with them! At this point Incredible Hulk’s horn was mentioned, as they wondered whether Haggis would be with the walkers. NFG Paresh had thought that the walkers also had a horn as he could have sworn he heard it a few times. It was pointed out to him that that was the children’s railway. NFG Paresh had a vision of 10 Minutes Late running after the children’s railway. Meanwhile, Rabies was remarkably still so full of energy that he had started to climb the vertical face of the view point. He said he wanted to see if he could spot the next bit of flour on the trail from above. NFG Paresh then offered to catch Rabies if he jumped off the top of the view point, but Rabies didn’t take up the offer.
The last stretch of the course was uneventful, but it was great to see the Normafa car park. The six headed for the cafe there and discussed the course. Another half an hour later or thereabouts, the walkers arrived. As they all prepared for the circle, Run By Battery cried out that she could not find her phone! NFG Paresh and 10 Minutes Late both rang her number but no sound of a ringing phone. Incredibly, French Made and Run By Battery decided to go look for the phone by re-tracing the course!(Which somehow the trunk of her car)
Even more incredibly, they were both back in about ten minutes having found her phone almost at the starting point of the course. How fortunate. (Some nice soul had found her phone and would return it later in the day)
And so the insults, penalties, moans and groans were vented in the circle. Strangely no down-downs for no-hash gear. Some hashers had a close escape. NFG Thomas (French) had quickly made his escape as soon as he had finished the course on some excuse of a prior engagement. So he and Rabies probably need to catch up. Rabies did get voted on setting the next course, and NFG Paresh got bullied into being the scribe despite protestations that the trail blazer could not be expected to write about the same trail…..
As is customary this was followed by Lunch, which was held at Szechenyi Hegy, and a good time was had by all.
It may have escaped most peoples notice but the walkers were not glowing as much as the runners. This suggests that they took a short cut back to the start, because if they hadn’t they would have walked past the nuclear facility that the runners went past on the last part of the course. A heavily fortified compound with watch towers and barbed wire, probably designed to keep the employees in.....Did NFG Paresh imagine a number of people running past them very fast on that last stretch? Perhaps the excessive dose of radiation and the heat may explain away the events of the day.
On On
NFG Paresh
Hulk's Photos
Hares: NFG Paresh with StAnus
Hashers: NFG Paresh, St Anus, Smokey Donkey, NFG Thomas (French), French Made, Rabies, Incredible Hulk, H'agi's, 10 Minutes Late, Run By Battery, Leaking Twat (John), and NFGs Thomas and Andrea
‘9.8 km as the crow flies (if it was lost and flying in a circular route instead of a straight line), and 1hr 36 minutes to do the run’, said Incredible Hulk to the rather bemused 5 hashers sitting in a cafe in Normafa. He was looking at his rather sophisticated wrist chronograph / GPS device, which he wears in case he should get lost.‘So your estimate of 5 km plus or minus 5 km’ was spot on!’ he said to NFG Paresh, who set the trail the day before with the help of StAnus.
It was a hot Sunday morning when 12 hashers gathered at the usual meeting place in Batthyany
Ter, and were joined by a late comer, Rabies, who just arrived in his car as the pack were setting off to start the run / walk in Normafa. The same Rabies who left early after the run thus avoiding the circle and down-downs he was sure to get, and despite all that and to add insult to injury he in fact succeeded in making sure NFG Paresh did get a down-down for laying the rather less than adequately marked trail. NFG Paresh maintains to this date that the trail was well marked and that it was only challenging because the sunlight shining through the trees was very good at camouflaging the flour. Besides the runners should stop moaning and get on with the job in hand!And so the eventful day began with about 5 cars transporting the pack to the site, not before on
e hasher, 10 Minutes Late, decided to follow another car, not part of the pack, on to their home before realising he was following the wrong car. Just how he managed to do so is still beyond comprehension, as the car he was supposed to follow, occupied by Smokey Donkey and NFG Paresh, was a totally different make and model which he had been waiting behind for quite some time before they set off. So after some frantic phone calls to Run By Battery, he was guided back to the correct destination! Funnily he escaped a down-down for keeping the pack waiting.On the way up, Smokey Donkey decided that they needed to buy some water as Run By Battery
had failed to do so, for which she was gracious enough to accept a down-down. NFG Paresh and Smokey Donkey stopped at a ‘Match’ and quickly bought 16 bottles of cold water. Just as they were getting back to the car NFG Paresh looked at the receipt and noticed that they had just paid for 24 bottles. So a quick return back to the shop, and some words were exchanged in Hungarian. The tiller was apologetic as a queue of other shoppers was gathering for her attention, but it was agreed that rather than get money back as this would have completely confused the poor girl and cause a much larger queue to develop, they should collect another 8 bottles of water, which they did and were on their way. Smokey Donkey ignored the very large diversion sign and just as soon realised his mistake so did a quick U-turn to get back on the right road. Was this becoming a sign of things to come?The pack gathered at the starting point and was briefed by NFG Paresh, who accepted full responsibility for setting the course, but warned that that was the first course he had set, and reminded everyone that his accomplice mentor had been StAnus. He also rather fortuitously observed that this was a pack of 13, unlucky for some. The pack included three new comers/Virgins; a Financial Controller from New York, a Wizzair pilot from UK, now living in Budapest, and a Wind Energy expert from USA, hoping to build wind farms in Hungary. In their wisdom / ignorance they decided to run the course.
Straight away there was a false trail, as six set off to run, and seven walk the course. There were to be no pit stops along the way.
The course was broadly a round route which started at the car park in Normafa, headed North
West towards and past the Viragvology Station and then cut across the woods South West to Makkosmaria. It continued on roughly South from there for some 1-2 km before cutting across East to Csilleberc, and then along the Konkoly Thege Miklos ut., back to Normafa. There was a view point along the way.As one of the runners NFG Paresh let slip at the view point that they had covered about two thirds of the course, but the last third was regrettably uphill all the way. He would hav
e liked to say ‘It’s all downhill from here’. He kind of guessed that the mood of the runners was perhaps not the most enthusiastic he had ever encountered. So it was a good excuse to rest a while and rather optimistically hope that the walkers would soon catch up with them! At this point Incredible Hulk’s horn was mentioned, as they wondered whether Haggis would be with the walkers. NFG Paresh had thought that the walkers also had a horn as he could have sworn he heard it a few times. It was pointed out to him that that was the children’s railway. NFG Paresh had a vision of 10 Minutes Late running after the children’s railway. Meanwhile, Rabies was remarkably still so full of energy that he had started to climb the vertical face of the view point. He said he wanted to see if he could spot the next bit of flour on the trail from above. NFG Paresh then offered to catch Rabies if he jumped off the top of the view point, but Rabies didn’t take up the offer.The last stretch of the course was uneventful, but it was great to see the Normafa car park. The six headed for the cafe there and discussed the course. Another half an hour later or thereabouts, the walkers arrived. As they all prepared for the circle, Run By Battery cried out that she could not find her phone! NFG Paresh and 10 Minutes Late both rang her number but no sound of a ringing phone. Incredibly, French Made and Run By Battery decided to go look for the phone by re-tracing the course!(Which somehow the trunk of her car)Even more incredibly, they were both back in about ten minutes having found her phone almost at the starting point of the course. How fortunate. (Some nice soul had found her phone and would return it later in the day)
And so the insults, penalties, moans and groans were vented in the circle. Strangely no down-downs for no-hash gear. Some hashers had a close escape. NFG Thomas (French) had quickly made his escape as soon as he had finished the course on some excuse of a prior engagement. So he and Rabies probably need to catch up. Rabies did get voted on setting the next course, and NFG Paresh got bullied into being the scribe despite protestations that the trail blazer could not be expected to write about the same trail…..As is customary this was followed by Lunch, which was held at Szechenyi Hegy, and a good time was had by all.
It may have escaped most peoples notice but the walkers were not glowing as much as the runners. This suggests that they took a short cut back to the start, because if they hadn’t they would have walked past the nuclear facility that the runners went past on the last part of the course. A heavily fortified compound with watch towers and barbed wire, probably designed to keep the employees in.....Did NFG Paresh imagine a number of people running past them very fast on that last stretch? Perhaps the excessive dose of radiation and the heat may explain away the events of the day.
On On
NFG Paresh
Hulk's Photos
Hares: NFG Paresh with StAnus
Hashers: NFG Paresh, St Anus, Smokey Donkey, NFG Thomas (French), French Made, Rabies, Incredible Hulk, H'agi's, 10 Minutes Late, Run By Battery, Leaking Twat (John), and NFGs Thomas and Andrea
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
March 18th - #840 St. Paddy's Day
Hares: BangCock & Linda
Through some miscalculation of time I find myself anointed with the task of reporting on the recent Hash this past Sunday. It is with some annoyance that I write this account as it will primarily benefit those either too lame to get to the Hash or others who have given other worldly activities a priority both of which deserve a ribald tune at the least. None the less, on on with the lamentations.The day began with a group of 13 hardy souls gathering at the blustering precipice some time after the appointed hour (yours truly included). This was suppose to be a St. Patrick’s day run with a prominent display of green hash gear. Some actually showed up in something green, other adorned themselves with a few sprinkles of green color and a few just blew off the whole idea.
The hares set a trial in the hills of Normafu*, apparently having heard about it the week before and too cerebrally handicapped to find a different venue. Thus we arrived at familiar grounds
and, to our astonishment set off in a direction different from last week. The trail and route selected by the days Hares proved to be more fitting to a goat than either walking or running on only two limbs. So treacherous was the way, that one of our numbers abandoned the outing and retreated to never-neverland. Thus reduced to 12 the group made its way down canyons, over ridges and through craggy rock laden rabbit runs to arrive at the bottom of the mountain, and the end the run.The group was equally astonished to discover that the end of the run was several kilometers from the starting point where, was left all manner of personal belongings and the BEER.
However an energetic pair of resourceful Hashers ventured back to the cars through the airways and on foot returning with the refreshments. The Hash circle included the usual verbal abuse of the Hares, particularly for bringing us on a one-way route. Following that, there was a salute and recognition to 2 new virgins, one of which claimed to have actually run before, but I doubt it.The highlight of the circle proved to be the naming of Linda. She was sent off to distant lands while the now beer laden group debated over the proper name with which to baptize Linda as a true Hasher. After several rounds of
nominations and votes a decision was achieved (odd). Summoned back to the circle, Linda was made to kneel and receive the ceremonious dousing of beer and floor**. As she bent forward for the procedure we were treated to the site of a chartreuse waste band, upon which some uncouth Hashers cast gobs of flour. In a brief instant the white powder immediately slide past the waistband to nether regions below. Thus anointed it was professed that Linda shall forthwith and ever after be known to all Hashers throughout the known world and beyond as Cunning Linguist. Yes that’s right, lets say that again but not too fast. CUNNING LINGUIST.As the poor girl was allowed to rise we noticed a profusion of tiny white beer muffins cascading down her Chestnut locks. This sight only stimulated our thoughts about what became of the floor that was now firmly entrenched in that nether region beyond the chartreuse waistband. Being rather fond of backsides, I had several illuminating thoughts myself about its circumstance, none of which I dare state here.
At the close of the circle the group retreated to the adjoining eatery for a meal
and what else, more beer. Although filling the food was less palatable than previous visits to this same establishment, although rumor has it that it gets better in the summer when the construction sawdust has had a chance to clear.Thank you for reading and in hopes of not repeating this process, I will endeavor to arrive promptly at future hashes. Yours truly, Andy aka (seeking a new name***) Cheeseyballs
Hulk's Hash Flash
Editor’s (Rabies) notes:
*What a splendid spelling, indeed worth for a first class local language-torture medal. Congratulations, Cheesy Balls!
**After all, was it floor, or flour, or flower?
***Are you surely seeking a new name??? I have never heard of anybody being any happier with his/her new hash name as with the previous one…
Sunday, November 18, 2001
BREAKING UP FROM THE FOG
BH3'S "NORMAFA" RUN HELD ON 18/NOV/2001
An ugly, foggy, gloomy day in downtown Budapest, but what a splendid, brilliant, bright, sunny Sunday for those 14+1 hashers showing up at Normafa, who were wise enough to join this high altitude event of BH3!
Slaloming down the frosty (yet snowless) "Normafa" ski slopes the Pack dipped into the mighty mist below only to see the difference, then up we ran across the wood to get above the top level of the haze and to see the sun out again.
The +1 was Olga's & Andy's lovely daughter, Baby Emma, who proved to be the only innocent amongst all of us. After the hares, the prominent returnees and the lonely, only virgin, (another American Ed, recovering from a broken leg straight from the Moscow Hash) every and all hashers got a down-down too. The runners were found guilty for not yelling eagerly enough when seeing flour blobs along the route, so poor co-hare Rabies (that's me…) had to do all the yelling himself. The lazy walkers were punished with beer for flatly abandoning the laid track. Not because of getting lost, they did it on purpose. Sigrid, the walkers' hare has admittedly no sense of directions at all, (an invaluable feature for a regular hare), but the walkers took a different route for another reason, not that. Namely: just to make the walk easy. What an impertinence!
Scottish Hare Sigrid Shone was much more than just reluctant to be baptized properly. Neither with beer, nor with pure water. But it didn’t stop our mouthing R.A. Ed "One Short" Corcoran from granting her a well deserved, bright red Official Hare T-shirt for painstaking haring lately, as well as her new Hash-name: "Zyzy". (Why this polysemantic Zyzy? You know, Sigrid is the one who can not tell the "Y"-s from the "Z"-s when using a keyboard. Why? Only Zigrid "Zyzy" knows. Easyzy.)
The On-On went on in the nearby Normafa Ski House Buffet in a rather puritan way. No matter that on the day before co-hare Rabies (that’s me, again) biked up to this restaurant only to make this reservation sure, by the time the tired and hungry Pack ran there they had ran out of their special "Jókai bableves" bean soup. Chewing on cheap chips we could contemplate and talk about the many other restaurants of Budapest, most of them surely better than this.
Ferenc "Rabies" Domján
co-hare & co-GM
An ugly, foggy, gloomy day in downtown Budapest, but what a splendid, brilliant, bright, sunny Sunday for those 14+1 hashers showing up at Normafa, who were wise enough to join this high altitude event of BH3!
Slaloming down the frosty (yet snowless) "Normafa" ski slopes the Pack dipped into the mighty mist below only to see the difference, then up we ran across the wood to get above the top level of the haze and to see the sun out again.
The +1 was Olga's & Andy's lovely daughter, Baby Emma, who proved to be the only innocent amongst all of us. After the hares, the prominent returnees and the lonely, only virgin, (another American Ed, recovering from a broken leg straight from the Moscow Hash) every and all hashers got a down-down too. The runners were found guilty for not yelling eagerly enough when seeing flour blobs along the route, so poor co-hare Rabies (that's me…) had to do all the yelling himself. The lazy walkers were punished with beer for flatly abandoning the laid track. Not because of getting lost, they did it on purpose. Sigrid, the walkers' hare has admittedly no sense of directions at all, (an invaluable feature for a regular hare), but the walkers took a different route for another reason, not that. Namely: just to make the walk easy. What an impertinence!
Scottish Hare Sigrid Shone was much more than just reluctant to be baptized properly. Neither with beer, nor with pure water. But it didn’t stop our mouthing R.A. Ed "One Short" Corcoran from granting her a well deserved, bright red Official Hare T-shirt for painstaking haring lately, as well as her new Hash-name: "Zyzy". (Why this polysemantic Zyzy? You know, Sigrid is the one who can not tell the "Y"-s from the "Z"-s when using a keyboard. Why? Only Zigrid "Zyzy" knows. Easyzy.)
The On-On went on in the nearby Normafa Ski House Buffet in a rather puritan way. No matter that on the day before co-hare Rabies (that’s me, again) biked up to this restaurant only to make this reservation sure, by the time the tired and hungry Pack ran there they had ran out of their special "Jókai bableves" bean soup. Chewing on cheap chips we could contemplate and talk about the many other restaurants of Budapest, most of them surely better than this.
Ferenc "Rabies" Domján
co-hare & co-GM
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