Scribe - Baldrik
Woke up at 1030 and looked in the mirror and as usual thought why am I an arsehole. Walked down the stairs ensuring not to tread in the shit that someone deposited a week ago. Delivered hare, Tititata to the start via 16 bus and still arrived last after walkers Haggis, Hot Steam, and Ten Minutes Late and runners Giving Head, Hulk, Jaws, Rabies and Stiff Nipples. Caught the metro to Moszkva Tér and then tram 61 replacement bus to old mental hospital. Didn't book into hospital but went to a little cake shop where Hulk and Haggis tucked into cakes while we gave the live hare a head start. We set off in light drizzle up and up, through numerous checks, ending at the viewing tower at Kis-Hárs-hegy. Bit too windy and precarious for me to go to the top, where Rabies described the various buildings including the secret institute to other runners. Then down and up to Nagy-Hárs-hegy less precarious viewing tower. Whilst taking in the views and Rabies describing the wrong hills, a rare event happened, Giving Head who was asking about some road that was missing, admitted to being wrong. Then down to a 24 hour beer stop at Szép Juhászné where met the hare and found a surprising choice of bottled beers. I noted what the nearby harmless alcoholic was drinking (not the hare) and was shocked to only pay 125ft. Is this the cheapest bottled beer in BP? The hare set off and the walkers arrived, Ten minutes late as usual complaining and Haggis generously handing out pogácsas. The runners set off through a rambling forest track and then down where Stiff Nipples spilled his own blood with a dramatic acrobatic gambol (given a 5.8 by Rabies). A few more checks and then onto Nagy-rét Merry-go-round area, then a huge penis on a war memorial, then finishing at the children's railway terminus where they they strangely sell beer. Waited a while for the walkers and then the circle disturbed by the beautiful steam engine (not Hot Steam) with lots of songs and laughter. A nearby caged dog was offered beer and refused. Then all off to a little restaurant where we sat outside and were offered 3 chicken wings with a part removed. Ten Minutes Late seemed to be required by the waitress to hand out food and drink for the rest. Most had pizza, my goose was good and the knuckle looked OK. Then the replacement bus back home. When we got to the Városmajor park Giving Head shouted that we should get off the bus and go for another drink. Luckily it was happy hour for cocktails. Haggis, Hulk and Giving Head ordered an Orgasm and Jaws a margarita. Incidently a cocktail from wikipedia: An Incredible Hulk, a green-coloured cocktail made by equal parts of the fruit liqueur Hpnotiq and Hennessy cognac poured over ice. Lots of jokes about the cocktails especially as Haggis was trying to break up her orgasm ice in a familiar manner. Unfortunately it all turned sour when Jaws was charged the non happy hour price, solved only after the manager gave the reduction saying don't get nervous. Perhaps he'd heard form Il Treno. We all went our separate ways after another fun day out.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
June 5th 2010 - Red Dress Run
I really don’t know how this happened, but I was actually arrived after everybody else at the starting point, which means I get to do the Hash Trash this week. However, as there have been a few contributions already sent in, I’ll just copy them in below and save some of my valuable time;
Giving Head: “It was an excellent, very well designed trail with two beer stops, several views, beautiful weather, great dresses and even greater company. The Hares did a really good job, our RA was even better. So it was very much enjoyable.”
Better Laid Than Never: “That was a fun day with great hares.”
Baldric: “Sorry”
Bang Cock: “I don't think you have anything to be sorry about.”
Peddling Pussy: “So what is left to do? Looking at the mirror in the morning, thinking "why am I an asshole???"
And as a final greeting to the rest of the attendees;
Peddling Pussy: “FUCK YOU ALL”
Well, quite a good overview of the day and not too much I can add to that.
Except, it was a really great Red Dress Run, which took place in and around the Castle District, with a couple of beer stops, good weather and a selection of male Hashers with very bad dress sense, including;
Sex Tax, who looked very pretty in his new red frock, complemented by his fingernails, beautifully varnished in a delicate shade of pink.
Burnt Toast, who had the nicest legs out of the whole group, including the female Hashers, and who looked absolutely stunning in his new dress, with a neckline, which accentuated his under developed, but rapidly developing cleavage, and set off with a little hair band (or in his case head band) with a single flower jauntily placed on the side of his head.
Baldric, with his bright red clingy, tightly-fitting little number, which tended to cling rather too much to some of the more prominent, real of imagined, parts of his body.
Incredible Hulk, who looked even more frightening than usual with his new shade of red mascara, which clashed badly with his rather large boa, which he seemed to be constantly stroking, pulling and wrapping around his neck.
Bang Cock, who looked particularly fetching in his new pink bonnet. The price tag on the back added a certain ‘Je ne sais quoi’ and his dress, with low cut and very revealing neckline, didn’t reveal much at all of his less than ample bosom.
And last but not least, Stiff Nipples, who actually looks better in a dress than he does when he dresses like a man, wore a pretty, summery red and white print design, cut slightly above his knees to show off his shapely legs and other various bits and pieces to maximum effect, especially whenever he did a twirl, which was quite frequently.
We had one visitor from out of town – Cairo to be exact. I believe his name was Cow Piss or perhaps Camel Piss – well, some kind of piss anyway.
Kristzina (I don’t know her hash name) made a very rare appearance and badly insulted me at the first beer stop by telling this German u-boat captain look-alike on our table that I was German. “What makes you think I’m German?” I asked, “Because you speak Dutch”, she said. Oh yeah, I hadn’t thought of that! Very logical!!
She also brought along her dog, Ernie, who incredibly has 2 different coloured eyes, just like his owner.
At our second beer stop outside a disused railway carriage kind of restaurant opposite Deli p.u. we managed to basically occupy the whole terrace section, except for one table in the corner where 4 German visitors were sitting down to eat a nice quiet, peaceful Sunday lunch and wishing that they had gone somewhere else where they wouldn’t be surrounded by a group of noisy, anti-social, obviously Communist, beer swilling psychopathic cross dressing Untermenschen. Oh dear, how sad, never mind and we look forward to welcoming you again to our beautiful Lebensraum im Osten.
From there, we went on for lunch to Moskva ter, which isn’t called Moskva ter any longer, but I prefer Moskva ter because I can remember Moskva ter much easier than the new name, which I can’t remember, but I’m certain that everybody reading this will know where Moskva ter is, even if they don’t call it Moskva ter any more.
We ended up in Il Treno, where there was some kind of beer drinking incident, which I unfortunately missed due to prostate issues and which upset the waitress, resulting in Baldric watering the plants with his beer, promptly evacuating the area and, as I am reliable informed, causing him to look in the mirror the next morning and think to himself, “why am I an asshole???”
All in all a rather interesting Red Dress Run. Can't wait for the next one.
OnOn
10 Minutes Late
Giving Head: “It was an excellent, very well designed trail with two beer stops, several views, beautiful weather, great dresses and even greater company. The Hares did a really good job, our RA was even better. So it was very much enjoyable.”
Better Laid Than Never: “That was a fun day with great hares.”
Baldric: “Sorry”
Bang Cock: “I don't think you have anything to be sorry about.”
Peddling Pussy: “So what is left to do? Looking at the mirror in the morning, thinking "why am I an asshole???"
And as a final greeting to the rest of the attendees;
Peddling Pussy: “FUCK YOU ALL”
Well, quite a good overview of the day and not too much I can add to that.
Except, it was a really great Red Dress Run, which took place in and around the Castle District, with a couple of beer stops, good weather and a selection of male Hashers with very bad dress sense, including;
Sex Tax, who looked very pretty in his new red frock, complemented by his fingernails, beautifully varnished in a delicate shade of pink.
Burnt Toast, who had the nicest legs out of the whole group, including the female Hashers, and who looked absolutely stunning in his new dress, with a neckline, which accentuated his under developed, but rapidly developing cleavage, and set off with a little hair band (or in his case head band) with a single flower jauntily placed on the side of his head.
Baldric, with his bright red clingy, tightly-fitting little number, which tended to cling rather too much to some of the more prominent, real of imagined, parts of his body.
Incredible Hulk, who looked even more frightening than usual with his new shade of red mascara, which clashed badly with his rather large boa, which he seemed to be constantly stroking, pulling and wrapping around his neck.
Bang Cock, who looked particularly fetching in his new pink bonnet. The price tag on the back added a certain ‘Je ne sais quoi’ and his dress, with low cut and very revealing neckline, didn’t reveal much at all of his less than ample bosom.
And last but not least, Stiff Nipples, who actually looks better in a dress than he does when he dresses like a man, wore a pretty, summery red and white print design, cut slightly above his knees to show off his shapely legs and other various bits and pieces to maximum effect, especially whenever he did a twirl, which was quite frequently.
We had one visitor from out of town – Cairo to be exact. I believe his name was Cow Piss or perhaps Camel Piss – well, some kind of piss anyway.
Kristzina (I don’t know her hash name) made a very rare appearance and badly insulted me at the first beer stop by telling this German u-boat captain look-alike on our table that I was German. “What makes you think I’m German?” I asked, “Because you speak Dutch”, she said. Oh yeah, I hadn’t thought of that! Very logical!!
She also brought along her dog, Ernie, who incredibly has 2 different coloured eyes, just like his owner.
At our second beer stop outside a disused railway carriage kind of restaurant opposite Deli p.u. we managed to basically occupy the whole terrace section, except for one table in the corner where 4 German visitors were sitting down to eat a nice quiet, peaceful Sunday lunch and wishing that they had gone somewhere else where they wouldn’t be surrounded by a group of noisy, anti-social, obviously Communist, beer swilling psychopathic cross dressing Untermenschen. Oh dear, how sad, never mind and we look forward to welcoming you again to our beautiful Lebensraum im Osten.
From there, we went on for lunch to Moskva ter, which isn’t called Moskva ter any longer, but I prefer Moskva ter because I can remember Moskva ter much easier than the new name, which I can’t remember, but I’m certain that everybody reading this will know where Moskva ter is, even if they don’t call it Moskva ter any more.
We ended up in Il Treno, where there was some kind of beer drinking incident, which I unfortunately missed due to prostate issues and which upset the waitress, resulting in Baldric watering the plants with his beer, promptly evacuating the area and, as I am reliable informed, causing him to look in the mirror the next morning and think to himself, “why am I an asshole???”
All in all a rather interesting Red Dress Run. Can't wait for the next one.
OnOn
10 Minutes Late
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Hash on March 13th. 2011
Hash on March 13th.
Attendees: Giving Head, Stiff Nipples, Natasha (hash name?), NFHN Marina, Smokey Donkey, Pussy Peddler
Hare: Ten Minutes Late
If you cannot see your name here, all the recollections you might seem to have from that day are the mere product of your imagination! Punktum.
There are various kinds of intelligence. Traditional-sense intelligence. Social intelligence. Emotional intelligence. Standing-in-the-right-bus-stop intelligence. At least at one of these i must prevail. :)))
To sum it up: if you want to get to the cemetery, just ask Ten Minutes Late.
We took the cogwheel to go up the hill. Were wondering why it needed a number as it was numbered no. 60, having no other cogwheel line, it did not make much sense. All the way up and then at the beer stop Smokey Donkey was complaining about Hungarian ways. Well, I don't say it was not true.
There was a beer stop near the end station of the cogwheel, where they were a bit struggling with some challenges regarding service, we might say they were handicapped servicewise.
After a short walk we arrived at the other part of the mountain by the big Farkasrét cemetery.
Then decided to go to a place called Barack. (With your knowledge of Hungarian, most of you will think it was named after the US President. And I won't stop you.) Stood in the wrong bus stop for a few minutes, then rushed to the right one, thanks to someone's bus-stop intelligence. :)
At Barack, we formed a circle. Around a table with beers on it. While sitting. And drinking.
The Russian girls were not eating much, as Natasha was explaining, she was fasting, meaning some vague things, like, for example, she would not eat more than one egg, i mean more eggs than one. And the Russian girls were also saving up for next year's Russian ball, which costs almost 30000 HUH, but what's life like without a chocolate fountain once you know what a chocolate fountain is like? Hmm?
On on
Pussy Peddler
Attendees: Giving Head, Stiff Nipples, Natasha (hash name?), NFHN Marina, Smokey Donkey, Pussy Peddler
Hare: Ten Minutes Late
If you cannot see your name here, all the recollections you might seem to have from that day are the mere product of your imagination! Punktum.
There are various kinds of intelligence. Traditional-sense intelligence. Social intelligence. Emotional intelligence. Standing-in-the-right-bus-stop intelligence. At least at one of these i must prevail. :)))
To sum it up: if you want to get to the cemetery, just ask Ten Minutes Late.
We took the cogwheel to go up the hill. Were wondering why it needed a number as it was numbered no. 60, having no other cogwheel line, it did not make much sense. All the way up and then at the beer stop Smokey Donkey was complaining about Hungarian ways. Well, I don't say it was not true.
There was a beer stop near the end station of the cogwheel, where they were a bit struggling with some challenges regarding service, we might say they were handicapped servicewise.
After a short walk we arrived at the other part of the mountain by the big Farkasrét cemetery.
Then decided to go to a place called Barack. (With your knowledge of Hungarian, most of you will think it was named after the US President. And I won't stop you.) Stood in the wrong bus stop for a few minutes, then rushed to the right one, thanks to someone's bus-stop intelligence. :)
At Barack, we formed a circle. Around a table with beers on it. While sitting. And drinking.
The Russian girls were not eating much, as Natasha was explaining, she was fasting, meaning some vague things, like, for example, she would not eat more than one egg, i mean more eggs than one. And the Russian girls were also saving up for next year's Russian ball, which costs almost 30000 HUH, but what's life like without a chocolate fountain once you know what a chocolate fountain is like? Hmm?
On on
Pussy Peddler
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Hash #....this is why so few get posted
If you want to know what so few Hash Trash's get posted anymore here is a perfect example. It was written by Sunny Side Up, posted to RunByBatter then reposted on the message board. Nice trash but too much of a formatting mess to make much of.
Scribe: Sunnyside up
> Our hare was Trigamist, flown in for the event. Our
> pre-valentines hash was particularly celebrated by
> Pussy-willow looking magnificent in pink.
>
> A select few expert 'flour graders' set off
> from the cog railway at 'Svabhegy'? and went
> searching for lost flour, to scoop up some for another
> time, as the runner's trail was pristine and unused.
> Must say the runners were missed as Blue Jeans, SexTax, Run
> by batteries, Pussy willow and myself had to manage the
> many check points through the woods ourselves. The ground
> was crisp and uneven, but with no glorious mud. Someones
> lost ball and a makeshift bat provided 2 minutes of
> entertainment with a quick game of cricket to amuse the
> 'barmy army'. It was soon over as the ball was
> whacked far away into the outback and lost forever. We came
> across a US embassy holiday home with 'do not
> trespass' signs written in English, so we didn't-
> not so sure if the non-english speaking Hungarian public
> would know to stay out. Then we came across what must have
> been one hell of a 'buli' at some point, as there
> were so many bottles littered around. It was very close to a
> nice little clearing, where it looked as thought there had
> been much rolling around. as grass was flattened. It was a
> pretty romantic valentine spot with a nice view, a touch of
> spring, the trees coming into bud and with many tits
> flying around the area, little, great and blue. We learnt it
> was the spot where a little sunbathing took place in laying
> the trail the day before. Trigamist managed to come up with
> a needed trigpoint for the record, which Run by batteries
> managed to scale for a good photo shot, but a later photo
> call was missed when Sextax decided to sit down
> unexpectedly on a steep path.
>
> We all finished together for the circle. We made
> sure we interrupted Rabies's afternoon with a rousing
> chorus of happy birthday to him and then declined the
> suggestion for a meal, so poor Trigamist has had to go back
> to the UK without a nice bowl of Hungarian bean soup,
> although he was awarded with a plastic beer mug to treasure,
> that had been carried all the way back from the OZ cricket
> tour. making Blue Jeans quite envious. Enough of this
> dribble!
>
>
> On On
> Sunny Side Up
>
>
Scribe: Sunnyside up
> Our hare was Trigamist, flown in for the event. Our
> pre-valentines hash was particularly celebrated by
> Pussy-willow looking magnificent in pink.
>
> A select few expert 'flour graders' set off
> from the cog railway at 'Svabhegy'? and went
> searching for lost flour, to scoop up some for another
> time, as the runner's trail was pristine and unused.
> Must say the runners were missed as Blue Jeans, SexTax, Run
> by batteries, Pussy willow and myself had to manage the
> many check points through the woods ourselves. The ground
> was crisp and uneven, but with no glorious mud. Someones
> lost ball and a makeshift bat provided 2 minutes of
> entertainment with a quick game of cricket to amuse the
> 'barmy army'. It was soon over as the ball was
> whacked far away into the outback and lost forever. We came
> across a US embassy holiday home with 'do not
> trespass' signs written in English, so we didn't-
> not so sure if the non-english speaking Hungarian public
> would know to stay out. Then we came across what must have
> been one hell of a 'buli' at some point, as there
> were so many bottles littered around. It was very close to a
> nice little clearing, where it looked as thought there had
> been much rolling around. as grass was flattened. It was a
> pretty romantic valentine spot with a nice view, a touch of
> spring, the trees coming into bud and with many tits
> flying around the area, little, great and blue. We learnt it
> was the spot where a little sunbathing took place in laying
> the trail the day before. Trigamist managed to come up with
> a needed trigpoint for the record, which Run by batteries
> managed to scale for a good photo shot, but a later photo
> call was missed when Sextax decided to sit down
> unexpectedly on a steep path.
>
> We all finished together for the circle. We made
> sure we interrupted Rabies's afternoon with a rousing
> chorus of happy birthday to him and then declined the
> suggestion for a meal, so poor Trigamist has had to go back
> to the UK without a nice bowl of Hungarian bean soup,
> although he was awarded with a plastic beer mug to treasure,
> that had been carried all the way back from the OZ cricket
> tour. making Blue Jeans quite envious. Enough of this
> dribble!
>
>
> On On
> Sunny Side Up
>
>
Monday, November 22, 2010
Hash 10XX | Remete hegy | November 21st 2010
The Remete hegy (Remete hill) run #10XX, 21 November
The pack assembled at the usual place of just opposite the exit of the Batthyanyi ter metro stationby the wall of the embankment, at 11:30. The RA had done the necessary with the weather; no rain although some thought that it might snow. It was interesting to see some ‘new’ faces although sadly none were (hash) virgins. It was also interesting to see those who did not attend this week: perhaps they had better offers or was it the fact that they had heard that there would be no chance to shop on the hash this week?
When it was time to depart the cry was hear, “who has a transit pass”? If so, then your chauffeur is waiting for you, in the metro. The others will have to squeeze into the car. The metro trip was short, in fact just a single stop. We then moved onto a tram moving away from of the city and rising up the hill. Then, when the tram could go do further, it was time to take a bus and so it was the pack finally came to the Budaliget/Szaszszorazep Villapark area.
At the starting point we were met by the hares Angela & Nata sipping coffee. They had prepared themselves for the weather. Soon the run started and as expected the run went to the top of the nearby hill and the view was appreciated by most.
As most of the leaves have not fallen from the trees it was an easy trail to follow although the check points caught many unawares. Upon one occasion much interest and discussion took place at the site of a wild boar rutting hole.
Soon it was back down and around the hill. Due to form the pack proceeded through the centre of an (outdoor) church although some would refer to it as a park.
After the run champers appeared as it was Nata’s birthday.
The circle was called and pleas from the guilty were heard before they were punished with a down down. When asked of the run no complaints of it being too flat were heard this week. In fact the general feeling was that the hares RBB (Nata) and EHJ (Angela) are to be commended. It was a run which all enjoyed and it has set a new standard for others.
Just three survivors were able to find the ON Dinner (restaurant). The rest of the pack were either too weary or had better offers.
The pack assembled at the usual place of just opposite the exit of the Batthyanyi ter metro stationby the wall of the embankment, at 11:30. The RA had done the necessary with the weather; no rain although some thought that it might snow. It was interesting to see some ‘new’ faces although sadly none were (hash) virgins. It was also interesting to see those who did not attend this week: perhaps they had better offers or was it the fact that they had heard that there would be no chance to shop on the hash this week?
When it was time to depart the cry was hear, “who has a transit pass”? If so, then your chauffeur is waiting for you, in the metro. The others will have to squeeze into the car. The metro trip was short, in fact just a single stop. We then moved onto a tram moving away from of the city and rising up the hill. Then, when the tram could go do further, it was time to take a bus and so it was the pack finally came to the Budaliget/Szaszszorazep Villapark area.
At the starting point we were met by the hares Angela & Nata sipping coffee. They had prepared themselves for the weather. Soon the run started and as expected the run went to the top of the nearby hill and the view was appreciated by most.
As most of the leaves have not fallen from the trees it was an easy trail to follow although the check points caught many unawares. Upon one occasion much interest and discussion took place at the site of a wild boar rutting hole.
Soon it was back down and around the hill. Due to form the pack proceeded through the centre of an (outdoor) church although some would refer to it as a park.
After the run champers appeared as it was Nata’s birthday.
The circle was called and pleas from the guilty were heard before they were punished with a down down. When asked of the run no complaints of it being too flat were heard this week. In fact the general feeling was that the hares RBB (Nata) and EHJ (Angela) are to be commended. It was a run which all enjoyed and it has set a new standard for others.
Just three survivors were able to find the ON Dinner (restaurant). The rest of the pack were either too weary or had better offers.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Hash 1090 – 03 October 2010 – SAS Hegy
Hash 1090 – 03 October 2010 – SAS Hegy
It was a beautiful Sunday as was evidenced by the size of the group that showed up for the Hash. Of course the crowd could have been because someone had let slip the news that Our Belgrade emigrants had returned for the day and all wanted to welcome home Pussy Willow and Sex Tax if only for the day. (Actually they had arrived Saturday to enjoy Soft Pawn’s wonderful Chili Feast)
There was no hare and no trail had been set or planned but this did not deter Run-by-Batteries from collecting the Hash cash. Then she and Jaws set out immediately to spend it on beer and water. (No! It wasn’t just for the two of them but was for the Hash!) After some discussion it was decided to revisit one of our favorite venues, SAS Hegy.
There were sufficient vehicles so everyone mounted up and off we went to the road behind the Novotel Expo Center where we parked. The Incredible Hulk was a bit under the weather and most others weren’t leaping about looking for a run so we decided to make it a walking hash for the whole group.
We took off climbing the hill on the way to the nature reserve with the lead changing hands many times from Eagar Beaver and Bang Cock to Giving Head and NFHN Joseph to Sex Tax and Easy Head Job and others while Mamma-San and virgin Zoltan brought up the rear. After much huffing and puffing we arrived at the gate to the SAS Hegy Nature Reserve. We all went inside and actually paid our entry fees. (I suspect that was because several had a desire to “use the facilities).
While we milled about, someone, either Giving Head or Haggis, arranged for us to join a guided tour. I must admit that this was very interesting and the lovely young lady who was our guide proved very knowledgeable. Many thanks to Haggis for her excellent translation of the information.
After our guided tour we followed the path to the top of the hill and enjoyed the view and even saw where Haggis’ building is located on the map. Finally we stumbled back down the route we had taken going up and returned to the cars where we held the circle on the grass behind the Expo Center.
Giving Head was nominated and did a fine job as RA, calling out the returnees who were legion, identifying our virgin, Zoltan, and awarding punishments. Our Master of Music, Hot Steam, proved up to the occasion and had a song for every item. We muddled through to the end then closed with the Hash Hymn and adjourned to the nearby Golden Bridge (?) etterem for a restful and enjoyable lunch.
ON! ON!
BC
PS: Some pictures to be sent separately...
It was a beautiful Sunday as was evidenced by the size of the group that showed up for the Hash. Of course the crowd could have been because someone had let slip the news that Our Belgrade emigrants had returned for the day and all wanted to welcome home Pussy Willow and Sex Tax if only for the day. (Actually they had arrived Saturday to enjoy Soft Pawn’s wonderful Chili Feast)
There was no hare and no trail had been set or planned but this did not deter Run-by-Batteries from collecting the Hash cash. Then she and Jaws set out immediately to spend it on beer and water. (No! It wasn’t just for the two of them but was for the Hash!) After some discussion it was decided to revisit one of our favorite venues, SAS Hegy.
There were sufficient vehicles so everyone mounted up and off we went to the road behind the Novotel Expo Center where we parked. The Incredible Hulk was a bit under the weather and most others weren’t leaping about looking for a run so we decided to make it a walking hash for the whole group.
We took off climbing the hill on the way to the nature reserve with the lead changing hands many times from Eagar Beaver and Bang Cock to Giving Head and NFHN Joseph to Sex Tax and Easy Head Job and others while Mamma-San and virgin Zoltan brought up the rear. After much huffing and puffing we arrived at the gate to the SAS Hegy Nature Reserve. We all went inside and actually paid our entry fees. (I suspect that was because several had a desire to “use the facilities).
While we milled about, someone, either Giving Head or Haggis, arranged for us to join a guided tour. I must admit that this was very interesting and the lovely young lady who was our guide proved very knowledgeable. Many thanks to Haggis for her excellent translation of the information.
After our guided tour we followed the path to the top of the hill and enjoyed the view and even saw where Haggis’ building is located on the map. Finally we stumbled back down the route we had taken going up and returned to the cars where we held the circle on the grass behind the Expo Center.
Giving Head was nominated and did a fine job as RA, calling out the returnees who were legion, identifying our virgin, Zoltan, and awarding punishments. Our Master of Music, Hot Steam, proved up to the occasion and had a song for every item. We muddled through to the end then closed with the Hash Hymn and adjourned to the nearby Golden Bridge (?) etterem for a restful and enjoyable lunch.
ON! ON!
BC
PS: Some pictures to be sent separately...
Monday, August 30, 2010
Trash...last Sunday in August 2010
Run Report for Hash number one thousand and rumpty plonk.
There was a fair gathering of regular hashers at the meeting place on a sunny last-August-Sunday morning. It was good to welcome our visiting ex-GM and Pussy Willow again, with Run by Battery, Sunny Side Up, Flat Tyre, Hot Steam, Haggis and Incredible Hulk plus Rabies paying a flying visit since he needed to go to his grand daughters birthday (or was it great grand daughter? I forget) which he seemed to think was more important than hashing (since his private parts may become damaged by a bottle of Tokai Sweet if he failed to return).
The live hare was IH, so after parking up at the nuclear research station near Norma-Fa, IH took his flour supplies off into the Fa (wood).
The band of hashers followed, using most of their energy on oral activities, so there was not much chance of them catching up with the hare. The trail followed the road in a South-Westerly direction to the road’s end before the first check, with a nice long false trail marked with an “X” (as were all the false trails on this live run, in the knowledge that the hare was well ahead of the pack at all times). The trail went left, then down to the right beside the large green field, surrounded by a new tall fence – it used to be an easy walk along the fence, but the new fence was 3 or 4 times as long, going very much deeper into the forest. The butterflies and other insect life were interesting and numerous in this undisturbed area where few walkers had passed through. Eventually the path arrived at the wide gravel track, and back into warm sunshine on this somewhat comparatively chilly day after the 30C days of summer. The trial, when the false trails had been followed, went right then right again and up the hill to the old memorial glider wing mounted on the top. The hashers stopped and took in the view for a while here on this very clear day, where we could see forever. Although I was the hare, from this point I could see the hashers from a vantage point on the next hill. So as they moved off following the arrows taking them across country down the slope to the trees, some of them trotted off to pollute the trail behind the trees in full view of IH on the distant hill (notes taken for the DDs later). The trail was a little difficult to follow here, with blobs on rocks and the few small patches without too much grass, but with Sex Tax leading, the band managed to struggle down the hill, with loose rocks and a difficult surface, Haggis helped the injured RBB down the slope (I had forgotten seeing her wearing an ankle support at the start of the trail!). The trail went on down-down-down into the forest to another check with a nice long falsie, and then up to the right back to the gravel track, straight across and up the next hill, where IH was resting at the top, watching all the gliders taking off from the field below. The hashers eventually made it to the top, where Hot Steam told everyone how she had just seen a snake (a male hasher polluting the trail or real wild-life? You should ask her…). The hashers seemed happy with their trail, having taken about an hour and a half to reach this spot, with a lot of good views, sunshine, wonderful countryside and the chance for a good long natter. So after watching the gliders together, the group headed back to the car (some walkers still talking so much they took the wrong path, but getting there OK in the end). A circle was held with IH as RA for the day, with all taking different DDs for returning, polluting, pointing and the usual offences. Then after a rousing hash hymn, all agreed to go to the Jokai Resto for hash-grub. The building has been renovated by new owners, the Jokai soup not quite matching the standards of the previous owners, but all the food was good and the service was as good and friendly as ever. The terrace being in the shade, and he day being cool, all the hashers were adorned with large bright green or yellow blankets kindly supplied by the resto. The hash discussions covered the usual range of topics, phallic objects and the Chinese food and customs and other equally interesting items… Everyone seemed to have had a good day as they headed off in their different direction (to meet later either at a concert in Pest, or at a csango dance-house at the citadel) maintaining the good hash tradition of having a good time with friends!
OnOn!!!
IH
There was a fair gathering of regular hashers at the meeting place on a sunny last-August-Sunday morning. It was good to welcome our visiting ex-GM and Pussy Willow again, with Run by Battery, Sunny Side Up, Flat Tyre, Hot Steam, Haggis and Incredible Hulk plus Rabies paying a flying visit since he needed to go to his grand daughters birthday (or was it great grand daughter? I forget) which he seemed to think was more important than hashing (since his private parts may become damaged by a bottle of Tokai Sweet if he failed to return).
The live hare was IH, so after parking up at the nuclear research station near Norma-Fa, IH took his flour supplies off into the Fa (wood).
The band of hashers followed, using most of their energy on oral activities, so there was not much chance of them catching up with the hare. The trail followed the road in a South-Westerly direction to the road’s end before the first check, with a nice long false trail marked with an “X” (as were all the false trails on this live run, in the knowledge that the hare was well ahead of the pack at all times). The trail went left, then down to the right beside the large green field, surrounded by a new tall fence – it used to be an easy walk along the fence, but the new fence was 3 or 4 times as long, going very much deeper into the forest. The butterflies and other insect life were interesting and numerous in this undisturbed area where few walkers had passed through. Eventually the path arrived at the wide gravel track, and back into warm sunshine on this somewhat comparatively chilly day after the 30C days of summer. The trial, when the false trails had been followed, went right then right again and up the hill to the old memorial glider wing mounted on the top. The hashers stopped and took in the view for a while here on this very clear day, where we could see forever. Although I was the hare, from this point I could see the hashers from a vantage point on the next hill. So as they moved off following the arrows taking them across country down the slope to the trees, some of them trotted off to pollute the trail behind the trees in full view of IH on the distant hill (notes taken for the DDs later). The trail was a little difficult to follow here, with blobs on rocks and the few small patches without too much grass, but with Sex Tax leading, the band managed to struggle down the hill, with loose rocks and a difficult surface, Haggis helped the injured RBB down the slope (I had forgotten seeing her wearing an ankle support at the start of the trail!). The trail went on down-down-down into the forest to another check with a nice long falsie, and then up to the right back to the gravel track, straight across and up the next hill, where IH was resting at the top, watching all the gliders taking off from the field below. The hashers eventually made it to the top, where Hot Steam told everyone how she had just seen a snake (a male hasher polluting the trail or real wild-life? You should ask her…). The hashers seemed happy with their trail, having taken about an hour and a half to reach this spot, with a lot of good views, sunshine, wonderful countryside and the chance for a good long natter. So after watching the gliders together, the group headed back to the car (some walkers still talking so much they took the wrong path, but getting there OK in the end). A circle was held with IH as RA for the day, with all taking different DDs for returning, polluting, pointing and the usual offences. Then after a rousing hash hymn, all agreed to go to the Jokai Resto for hash-grub. The building has been renovated by new owners, the Jokai soup not quite matching the standards of the previous owners, but all the food was good and the service was as good and friendly as ever. The terrace being in the shade, and he day being cool, all the hashers were adorned with large bright green or yellow blankets kindly supplied by the resto. The hash discussions covered the usual range of topics, phallic objects and the Chinese food and customs and other equally interesting items… Everyone seemed to have had a good day as they headed off in their different direction (to meet later either at a concert in Pest, or at a csango dance-house at the citadel) maintaining the good hash tradition of having a good time with friends!
OnOn!!!
IH
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Thanks to all
Dear All...
Thanks for a great 1000 Hash here in finally warm, and less soggy Budapest. Luckily we had a lot less of this:
And a lot more of this:
See some of you at #1500 somewhere close to 2020!
Here are some links to hashers photo pages...at least the ones who want to show
Baldrick, and his latexy friend
The [one and only] Whore of Sarajevo
Mud Butt
Nicola
Thanks for a great 1000 Hash here in finally warm, and less soggy Budapest. Luckily we had a lot less of this:
Here are some links to hashers photo pages...at least the ones who want to show
Baldrick, and his latexy friend
The [one and only] Whore of Sarajevo
Mud Butt
Nicola
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday June 4th 2010 - pre- #1,000 Pub crawl
Meeting, Baggage Storage, Starting and Finishing Place:
Fehér Gyűrű Club Söröző (Click for map) "White Ring Club Beer Pub", Balassi Bálint utca 27 V District.
Start Time: 18.00hrs/6pm
Bring with you: Pencil/pen, comfortable running/walking shoes, money, be prepared for inclement weather (optional), brain, team members (optional), camera (optional)
You will be asked to organize yourselves into teams of two or more, OR you can do this on your own. There WILL be BEER STOPS en-route. Budapest Hash House Harriers will give you cash equivalent to FIVE beers, which is one beer at each BEER STOP. You do have the option to decide how and where you spend it.
In ADDITION, you will be given DISCOUNT vouchers which will entitle you to a generous discount off the normal price of beers at the BEER STOPS. You CAN have as many drinks as you want, at any of the designated BEER STOPS and in exchange for these vouchers you will be given a discount. Discount Vouchers will be freely available from the Hare, Jaws.
There is no fixed time to complete the course, and you can chose to run or walk, BUT the tradeoff is simply that if you run, you will be able to spend more time drinking at the BEER STOPS, than if you walk. HOWEVER, you MUST be at the Finish point by 2230hrs for your transfer to your accommodation which will be at 2330hrs. Maps will be provided.
In case of problems, call Jaws on +36 30 290 2389
Have a good wun!
Fehér Gyűrű Club Söröző (Click for map) "White Ring Club Beer Pub", Balassi Bálint utca 27 V District.
Start Time: 18.00hrs/6pm
Bring with you: Pencil/pen, comfortable running/walking shoes, money, be prepared for inclement weather (optional), brain, team members (optional), camera (optional)
You will be asked to organize yourselves into teams of two or more, OR you can do this on your own. There WILL be BEER STOPS en-route. Budapest Hash House Harriers will give you cash equivalent to FIVE beers, which is one beer at each BEER STOP. You do have the option to decide how and where you spend it.
In ADDITION, you will be given DISCOUNT vouchers which will entitle you to a generous discount off the normal price of beers at the BEER STOPS. You CAN have as many drinks as you want, at any of the designated BEER STOPS and in exchange for these vouchers you will be given a discount. Discount Vouchers will be freely available from the Hare, Jaws.
There is no fixed time to complete the course, and you can chose to run or walk, BUT the tradeoff is simply that if you run, you will be able to spend more time drinking at the BEER STOPS, than if you walk. HOWEVER, you MUST be at the Finish point by 2230hrs for your transfer to your accommodation which will be at 2330hrs. Maps will be provided.
In case of problems, call Jaws on +36 30 290 2389
Have a good wun!
Saturday June 5th 2010 *****#1,000*****
*****#1,000*****
07:00 – 10.00 Breakfast in Hash Dining Hall next to Main Dining Hall
09:00 – 12:00 Beer in the Hash Dining Hall and in the Bungalow area. Wake up sleepy heads, Head… Who said head? Meet attendees and swap lies.
12:00 – 14:00 Lunch in the Hash Dining Hall and beer in the Hash Dining Hall and bungalow area. Prep for the 1000th Trail.
14:00 – 16:30 Main Event – 1000th Trail over hill and dale. A real “ball buster” including scenic stops, Beer stop(s) and warm up for Hash Circle. - Hares: BangCock and Baldric
16:30 – 17:30 2nd Main Event – 1000th Trail Hash Circle with recognitions, punishments and old and new Hash Songs. Visitors also to contribute
17:30 – 19:30 Hash Olympics in Bungalow area. After Olympics some “Tippy Cup” Competition - also the pool will be available or just chill out while the Bar-b-q is prepared.
Also Beer!
19:30 – 21:00 BBQ is open. Also Beer!
21:00 - Dawn Skits and Entertainment followed by party time in the party building. DJ and music and dancing. Ooops! Almost forgot…..and Beer!
07:00 – 10.00 Breakfast in Hash Dining Hall next to Main Dining Hall
09:00 – 12:00 Beer in the Hash Dining Hall and in the Bungalow area. Wake up sleepy heads, Head… Who said head? Meet attendees and swap lies.
12:00 – 14:00 Lunch in the Hash Dining Hall and beer in the Hash Dining Hall and bungalow area. Prep for the 1000th Trail.
14:00 – 16:30 Main Event – 1000th Trail over hill and dale. A real “ball buster” including scenic stops, Beer stop(s) and warm up for Hash Circle. - Hares: BangCock and Baldric
16:30 – 17:30 2nd Main Event – 1000th Trail Hash Circle with recognitions, punishments and old and new Hash Songs. Visitors also to contribute
17:30 – 19:30 Hash Olympics in Bungalow area. After Olympics some “Tippy Cup” Competition - also the pool will be available or just chill out while the Bar-b-q is prepared.
Also Beer!
19:30 – 21:00 BBQ is open. Also Beer!
21:00 - Dawn Skits and Entertainment followed by party time in the party building. DJ and music and dancing. Ooops! Almost forgot…..and Beer!
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