Hash Culture | Music by MaMa-San

Hi All,

December marks the return to the stage of our resident pianist Mama-San.

When : December 5 19:00
Where : Ajtosi Durer sor 39

What will be played: Schumann, Liszt-Schubert, Mozart, Debussy, Albeniz, and Ginastera

How much: A very cheap price of just 2,000 ft...you spend more on a hash lunch and beer.

For more information please click the picture of Hiroko's inspiration for first playing piano :)

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Born in Sapporo, Japan, Hiroko Ishimoto is one of Japan`s most eminent pianists and has performed in the United States, Canada, South America, Europe and Japan.

Hiroko studied at the prestigious Toho School of Music in Japan, which has produced many world-renowned classical musicians and then, at the prominent Juilliard School in New York. One of her noteworthy achievements was "The Juilliard and Friends", a series of chamber music concerts of which she was the group leader. After leaving Juilliard, Hiroko moved back to Japan and pursued an active career as a musician and as well as teaching at the Toho School of Music for 10 years.

Hiroko`s performances have been written up in the New York Times, which acclaimed her music as `` a synthesis of creativity and tranquility`` and the Music World Japan which described it a ``absolutely original, with a natural sense of rhythm and ability to harmonize``. At the Leonard Bernstein and PMF Music Festival, she played with the London Symphony, which received enthusiastic applause and was noted as a brilliant performance. Her natural rhythm comes from Hiroko being able to see music as emotions and colors. To further enhance her natural talent, Hiroko practices the Alexander Technique, which is a simple and coordination to enhance musical her performance.

Hiroko was introduced to Bartok`s music at Juilliard School by her professor Sandor Gyorgy and since moving to Budapest five years ago, she has been able to further develop her passion for his compositions. Her CD has been played on the Hungarian State BARTOK Radio and her recording of Bartok - Three Folksongs From The Country CSIK was used in the Hungarian movie Children of Glory.

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Just for you Baldric

Sept. 28 - Hash #912

Hares: “Giving Head” & NFHN* Jenny
Stribe: BangCock
*No F**kin’ Hash Name


Once again the Hash Weather Gods smiled upon us. If you weren’t there you missed another of the beautiful Sunday’s that Budapest sometimes shows us to allow us to remember spring before winter comes. There was an even dozen stalwarts who gathered at Battyhany ter to do the trail. There was Baldric, NFHN Jenny, Mamma San, Our Rheinmaiden Petra, 10 Minutes Late, Myself (Bang Cock), Hot Steam, Our Beautiful Sarah who’s Hash Name keeps slipping away from me during my frequent Alzheimer’s lapses (It is “Something Revealed” or similar. She will definitely berate me over this as she only reminded me of it “again” Sunday), A Visiting Hasher from Buffalo, NY (1A-Hole), Giving Head, NFHN Marina and a Virgin friend of GH, Maria.

For a change we had enough vehicles so with GH giving me directions (Not Head) we convoyed out to the Csillaghegy district on the left just past Aquincum.

Note: For those of you not understanding Hungarian, Csillaghegy translates into English to mean “ Region of many hills and wooden stairs that go up and up and up and up to reach a rocky top with a magnificent aspect”.

GH and I left the pack at the starting area to park and mill about while she showed me to way to the finish to leave the Beer Wagon there and jog back. On returning to the start the pack set off to an immediate check that caused a few of the FRB’s to go the wrong way but Virgin Maria stated most emphatically “ It MUST go this way!” and set off along the road up the hill. (She was correct!) We went past some sort of Greek compound following the road as it curved back and forth while continuing up and up. After a fairly long straight the road bore off to the left but the front runners spotted the trail marks going up some stairs straight on and proceeded accordingly up and up and up and up. I do believe we climbed more stairs than there are on the Tour Eiffel. We crossed several roads but still went on up. We finally ran out of stairs and were on a path through some bush where there was a check and the path to the left still going up was the true trail. Up again along this path to another check. Here we realized that we didn’t hear the pack behind us so we waited while calling “ON! ON!”.

GH went back down the hill a bit but still no sign of the pack and Baldric started down also. While they were going down the cell phones started ringing. It was Mamma San and Petra calling. The pack was lost. They had missed the turn off from the first road and with “Lemming Like” discipline they continued along the first road where no marks were to be found. They were given directions and the rest of us turned left at the check to find more stairs going up but now they were wooden logs at odd spacing’s. Up and up and up and up we went but the reward was at the top when the path reached an area where on the left a huge natural amphitheater of high cliffs with eroded caves and hollows opened up and on the right was a beautiful view of Szentendre, Csillaghegy, Aquincum and Budapest. There were a number of other hikers in this area and even some complete idiots scaling the cliffs. We stayed here until the pack caught up and by the time they reached us I do believe that 10 Minutes Late was coughing up arterial blood! Several “group grope” pictures were taken here whilst the pack recuperated.

Then it was off again for a brief upward climb when lo and behold the trail leveled out and we started following a narrow path through the woods leading downwards. The path meandered through the woods leading us around some sort of a fenced in compound and through a couple of checks. At last we came out of the woods and started down a narrow and steep paved driveway that took us past a cemetery on our left and through some very nice residential sections. We followed trail through another check or so and suddenly there was the Beer Wagon and the end of the trail next to a little “jewel box” of a park where we set up for the Circle.

When all of the pack arrived the Circle was formed with the Hares being duly recognized for their efforts. (I think it was one of the better trails of the year and a decidedly new venue that was challenging, fun and interesting) The normal proceedings followed with our RA conjuring up all sorts of offences and involving all parties in doing Down-Downs. When the bottom of the beer coolers could be seen it was time for a “NAMING”. NFHN Jenny, having done three trails and having Hared this one, qualified and was sent away to ponder her fate whilst various potential names were bandied about. Finally a complicated and disputed vote was taken and NFHN Jenny was recalled to kneel for her “Naming”. She was then thoroughly baptized with flour and beer and from now on, in sickness or in health, wherever she hashes she is to be known as “PUCK ME”.

Anything after that would have been anticlimatic so the Circle was closed and the Hash ended.

However while most of the group returned to town, Baldric, myself, Giving Head and A1-Hole stayed in Csillaghegy and dined at a lovely little restaurant followed by some excellent and very cheap beer at a nearby bar before we returned to Budapest. All in all a good Hash.

ON! ON!
BC

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

Sept 7th - Hash #909

Hare : Cheesy Balls
Scribe: Oral Orgasm



We had a fairly short Hash today, starting off at our usual meeting spot, then taking a tram towards our final destination of Budafok. Cheesy Balls earned his name again today because he must have found the cheesiest and trashiest trail he could, laying a trail through garbage mounds, railway tracks and some other areas where I would not want to be during the night. Our model, Nata, was kind enough to pose with some of the garbage. Ten minutes later and halfway to our destination, having viewed some road kill, we found ourselves at our first beer stop, a little place called Pistaneni Sorozo, where we drank our first refreshment of the day (well, for some it was the first of the day) and dined on tastefully presented peanuts.

After waiting and waiting for Wash and Blow, Baldric and Jaws to come out of the washroom (why did they all go at the same time and why did they take so long?), we made a short jaunt to the Wine Festival in Budafok. After sampling some good ol’ deep fried Hungarian food and drinking wine and champagne, we hiked up a hill to our down down winery. However, when the runners got there, they were told that the winery was closed. Now, Cheesy Balls did say that he drank a lot of and went to a number of places on Saturday, so he must have forgotten to ask whether or not they were open on Sunday and what time they closed. It’s a good thing that the owners took pity on us and “allowed” us to buy several bottles of their fermented grape juice.

During our circle, our RA did a very good job in getting us to drink a lot of wine but was unable to keep control of his drunken brood. It’s a good thing he’s bald because if he wasn’t, he would have been pulling his hair out. When we FINALLY finished our circle, we stumbled our way down the hill to a recommended restaurant called Istvan Tatany. There, we settled our bones to listen to a Hungarian man singing and playing the keyboard. He was so good, that some of us felt inspired to join him. I decided to accompany him by doing my Muslim women’s cry of LALALALALALALA. He seemed to enjoy my addition because his hair almost stood on end. Then Wash and Blow stole the microphone and sang a song and made funny noises. After much dancing, falling on the ground, hiding behind aprons and doing a great rendition of a Hash song, we left the restaurant, to the sorrow of some of the Hungarian patrons.

When we reached the street, some of our party had disappeared into parts unknown (did they go somewhere else to drink more wine?). Six of us took the tram back, where we continued our appreciated talents by singing Yellow Submarine, but changing these two words to “yellow tram” in Hungarian. Our fellow travelers enjoyed our singing very much and were sad to get off. At Moszkva Ter, some die hearts resumed their merriment at the Moszkva Ter Café.

OnOn Oral Orgasm (that means orgasms in my mouth)

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)

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August 24th 2008 Hash #907 - Gellert

Hare: Sir Dickman Jarkko
Scribe: Rabies
Gellert Hill Hash #90? of the Budapest Hash House Harriers

24th of August 2008 was a hash Sunday for BPH3, but also the closing day of the Beijing Olympic Games in China. Being Hungarian, in the morning I had to watch the whole water-polo final between the US and the Hungarian teams. It was worth for it! The Hungarian team won the match (to 14:10) and also the gold medal, resulting also quite a few, well deserved down-downs for all looser Americans in the hash circle celebrations later, in the afternoon.

Because of the polo final, I was slightly late for the hash meeting place, but far not the last arriving there, for sure. Yet, at the end of the day it was me, whom the acting RA selected and appointed to scribe and describe the event. One can hardly get a just and fair treatment in our times, particularly not on the hash, I know, but why? RA Sir Baldric, I ask you: Why do you have a pick always on me? You are not American, are you?

The appointment came too late and as a surprise to me. By that time I got far too drunk to start listening to boring jokes, names and other details, what I didn't care for too much at the beginning, neither, to tell the truth. All I can definitely remember was the name of the hare, Sir Dickman Jarkko, the Flying Fin, and his Harley Davidson. Jarkko had lost one of my hairy balls, what he borrowed from me for laying the trail, so I do not want to waste more words on him. Read the preliminary correspondence copies here, if you insist to know. Also, instead of asking me, just check Jack's photo album below for identifying the participants. (By the way, many thanks for the promptly published pictures, Dear Jack Bang Cock!)

In a hopeless effort trying to recollect myself, here are some further (although rather dim) memories from the event, coming up slowly, one by one:

-It was a "B" to "B" hash, meaning that the car-less ones had to take the tram from meeting place "A", then walk up to the starting and ending point "B", called Busulo Juhasz (Broken Hearted Shepherd) restaurant. The run itself must had been picturesque, the views from Gellert hill used to be always pretty spectacular, and challenging, too. This time even a few professional cliffhangers were practicing along our trail, with ropes and all that kind of equipment of theirs. Half of the pack got lost halfway, of course, but they still could manage to arrive to the Beer Wagon well before the others. How? They must have committed a crime, presumably a mass short cutting, while the four of us, the proper front runners, (Ginger Pussy, Baldric, Sir Dickman and Rabies), wasted our time with amusing dozens of amazed and stunned tourists at the foot of the "Freedom Statue" on the hilltop, by singing there a "Father Abraham" in public.

-The circle was something extraordinary, lasting almost for two hours. We have eradicated completely the huge amount of beer on stock, except for a few cans of non-alcoholic pseudo hash fuel, and one last bottle of very cheap white vine saved alone for Andy Cheesy Balls, who couldn't stop whining always for vine and against beer, especially against the "Special" beer of the day. You should had seen Hash Beer BC's face with the desperate expression on it, when realizing that all the three cool boxes in his Beer Wagon car got totally emptied.

-"Pia" is a Hungarian slang word for booze. Living up the local meaning of her name, blond Dane Dame Pia was standing up as the squat-in bar maid, probably the most attractive one ever seen in hash circles. She promised to co-hare Sir Baldric on the next run, only in order to deserve a proper hash name. I have already a suggestion... I can also recall the breath taking smile of another blond woman in the circle. She is a Russian citizen living in Ukraine, if I'm not mistaken, or vice versa. Can somebody tell me her name? And, if possible, her phone number too?

-Similar to the Beijing Olympic Games, there were many different nationalities represented in the circle, one way or another. Norway, for instance, was represented only with a chocolate bar sent by our Linda Cunning Linguist, staying in the country of Fiords for a while. Jack Bang Cock acted as her attorney, when solemnly distributed chunks of this dessert around. Another Danish Viking in the circle, Thomas Smokey Donkey praised the Norwegian chocolate vehemently, claiming that Swiss chocolate is nothing compared to this product. Sacred Scandinavian chauvinism...

-According to recent hash correspondence, (see some copies below), the hard core of the pack continued the OnOn debauchery in the For Sale Pub, short after being expelled from Nevada Pub in the afternoon. At the end of the night many of them were leaving their unpaid bills there to poor Jaws and Sir Dickman, respectively, but with no respect at all, I must say. Shameful, unfair behavior, just like appointing me to scribe... No, I was not there in the For Sale, for sure, I was certainly not part of this dirty atrocity, no matter how drunk I got in the afternoon. Why can I be that firm? Well, I have asked my dear wife, Ildiko Tokaji Sweet. She confirmed me, and mind: She doesn't only know everything, but she knows everything better, too.

OnOn, Rabies, your official HR (Hell Raiser)

Ps.: Damned! Beer came first, so I forgot again to buy one of the stylish, red and/or blue BPH3 #900th tee-shirts for my dear wife, what I wanted to do for so long! Never mind, next time. By the way... Have you bought yours? Hurry up, before your Haberdasher & Hash Beer Jack Bang Cock runs short of shirts too...

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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