Sept. 21 - Hash #911 - Rosadomb

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

July 29nd - Hash #858 Rozsa Domb

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