Tuesday, May 27, 2008
#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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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Capital Growth Solutions
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...."
Saturday, May 10, 2008
CONCERT May 18th
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.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Hash #889 - April 27th, 2008
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
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
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
13th April 2008 - Not Much of a Hash #887
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
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!
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 13th 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
Monday, April 7, 2008
April 6, 2008 - Hash #886
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
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
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
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
BC
07 April 2008 AM
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
March 23rd, 2009 - Trash #884
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
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!
BC
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
March 2nd, 2008 - Hash 887
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
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
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Feb. 24th 2008 - Hash 886
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.
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.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Hash #884
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
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
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