Wednesday, November 21, 2001

#557(?) VISEGRÁD

COMPARATIVE HASHING

MEMORIES FROM BH3’S "VISEGRÁD" RUN ON 21/OCT/2001

Weather didn’t look very good as we started from Batthány square to Visegrád for run No.557(?). Fog was thick and there was a possibility of rain in the air. Only one hash-car showed up here, so a taxi had to be hired for the carless hashers on foot. But things started to look much better when we arrived to our meeting point at the banks of the Duna. Thanks to the almost perfect mismanagent many more hash-cars (missing badly from the Batthány square car-pool spot) were to be found here, adding up to a total number of 22(!) good hashers. We were welcomed warmly by the Lord Mayor of Dunabogdány and there was still warm pogacsa and a shot of fiery palinka left for us. What a great way to start a run!


So up we went to the park and what we had there? A nice campfire and more food, bacon, and bread with pickled cucumbers. Can it get better than this? Yes, it can! As we were running and walking, the sun came behind the clouds and let us enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Duna bend.

Trail was good, even there was a strange white powder all along it. Anthrax agent? Who knows… Rabies had a couple of desperate attempts to civilize us with his knowledge of history. What a waste of time with hashers…

Cause there was no other M.M. Committee member except Rabies, who was also a hare, I had the honour to be the Stand-In RA. We started the down-downs to the hares and decided that it was an excellent trail. Many thanks and down-downs to Silver Fox, H.E. Mr.J.Schuszter, Rabies and Sigrid. Then it was time for virgins. We had Linda from USA, Gabor from Hungary and two ladies from Munich and one from Austria, which names I didn’t catch. (I didn’t know that I had to write this down.) Then there were sinners, four ladies from the walk, (sorry, my mistake, there are no „ladies” in the hash), and two more from the run. They all pleeded „not guilty” for their crimes, which were something like leaving the pack and pissing around, etc, but, as you know, the RA can’t be wrong!

It was about Hash Hymn time when a smell of gulyásleves came in the air. That was already too much, so our starving pack ran to the steaming kettle of excellent gulyásleves, leaving me with my hands in the air at the opening line of „Swing low…” on my lips. So I got my bowl also quickly out of my bag and joined the line. Finally it turned out to be a really great and beautiful day out, with lots of fresh air, some exercise, excellent food, cold beer and a great atmosphere. Once again thanks for those who made it possible.

On-On

Jarkko „Sir Dickman” Saarinen
Stand-In RA




MAIDEN HARE VISEGRAD VOZAGE, BZ SIGRID

(all the y and z are mixed up. sorrz. Sigrid)

Determined to earn mz Hare T shirt before Christmas I decided to go to Visegrad to assist Rabies, another new destination for me.
Daz 1

Saturdaz saw the lazing of the running trail. Togerther with Silver Fox and Rabies, we cruised towards Visegrad. It was a cold and damp afternoon. We met the mazor and once in the park, armed with bags of white flour off we set. This was a new experience for me. On proceeding to drop the blobs, I was approached bz a group of Hungarian tourists who promptlz asked me what I was doing. Not being able to replz, we were hauled into a wooden hut and told them that no it was not anthrax but flour – we had been warned. One trail down and one to go. As we left, I gazed up at the steep ski slope and knew that I would be running up there TWICE the next daz. Could not wait! and mz shoes were alreadz soaking!

At 7 on Sundaz, Rabies and I raced to Visegrad (BY CAR), and proceeded to laz a "diplomatic" trail - if zou catch mz drift! Bz 9.30, we were back at base to a banana munching breakfast. Thereafter, the Mazor and his wife, together with about 25 others, all arrived. We drank palinka and ate her homemade pogacas. Mmm. Delicious. Over bz the trees, two Hungarian men had arrived and wearing red, frillz aprons, were standing over a steaming cauldron making porkolt.
Then the run! I was exhausted, and decided that walking seemed like a good idea. The views were spectacular. Being a maiden hare with absolutelz no sense of direction meant that Rabies had to ensure that all runners arrived safelz back. Our run was extended, and no, it did not mean the tobogan down the slope on the busz slides, but more running. After about an hour we ran back to base, descending the steep ski slope and celebrated our achievements over a steaming bowl of Hungarian cuisine. It was a daz to remember.

Totallz exhausted, I was in bed bz 8 - the things we have to do to earn our Hare T shirt - on on ZZZZZZZZ.

Sigrid "No Hashname Yet" Shone

Maiden Hare

Sunday, November 18, 2001

BREAKING UP FROM THE FOG

BH3'S "NORMAFA" RUN HELD ON 18/NOV/2001

An ugly, foggy, gloomy day in downtown Budapest, but what a splendid, brilliant, bright, sunny Sunday for those 14+1 hashers showing up at Normafa, who were wise enough to join this high altitude event of BH3!

Slaloming down the frosty (yet snowless) "Normafa" ski slopes the Pack dipped into the mighty mist below only to see the difference, then up we ran across the wood to get above the top level of the haze and to see the sun out again.

The +1 was Olga's & Andy's lovely daughter, Baby Emma, who proved to be the only innocent amongst all of us. After the hares, the prominent returnees and the lonely, only virgin, (another American Ed, recovering from a broken leg straight from the Moscow Hash) every and all hashers got a down-down too. The runners were found guilty for not yelling eagerly enough when seeing flour blobs along the route, so poor co-hare Rabies (that's me…) had to do all the yelling himself. The lazy walkers were punished with beer for flatly abandoning the laid track. Not because of getting lost, they did it on purpose. Sigrid, the walkers' hare has admittedly no sense of directions at all, (an invaluable feature for a regular hare), but the walkers took a different route for another reason, not that. Namely: just to make the walk easy. What an impertinence!

Scottish Hare Sigrid Shone was much more than just reluctant to be baptized properly. Neither with beer, nor with pure water. But it didn’t stop our mouthing R.A. Ed "One Short" Corcoran from granting her a well deserved, bright red Official Hare T-shirt for painstaking haring lately, as well as her new Hash-name: "Zyzy". (Why this polysemantic Zyzy? You know, Sigrid is the one who can not tell the "Y"-s from the "Z"-s when using a keyboard. Why? Only Zigrid "Zyzy" knows. Easyzy.)

The On-On went on in the nearby Normafa Ski House Buffet in a rather puritan way. No matter that on the day before co-hare Rabies (that’s me, again) biked up to this restaurant only to make this reservation sure, by the time the tired and hungry Pack ran there they had ran out of their special "Jókai bableves" bean soup. Chewing on cheap chips we could contemplate and talk about the many other restaurants of Budapest, most of them surely better than this.

Ferenc "Rabies" Domján
co-hare & co-GM