Incredible Hulk
Scribe : Frustrated Frog
BEAUTIFUL VIEWS OF BUDAPEST
We gathered as usual at bathyani ter at 11:30 on a rather cloudy day.
We then went directly by car to the starting point of the trail which had been graciously selected by hulk and split up into two groups runners and walkers.
We started off right away.
We had a new hasher from Norway joining our ranks that day and one leaving us permanently to go back to her native Germany.
Petra we will miss you.
After having to put up with our hungarian literature specialist martin who recently published his long awaited massive blockbuster book on the conflicting trends in post WWI hungarian literature we finally arrived back to our original starting point.
Take care
Frustrated frog
Link to Agi's photos
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
June 1st 2009 - Hash #951-ish Fenyõgyöngye
Hare: Baldrick
Scribe: Incredible Hulk
Baldrick's long one
Scribe: Incredible Hulk
Baldrick's long one
A hot Sunday morning brought a good group of Hashers out at the usual meeting point, many of the regulars, 3 visitors from Amsterdam HHH and a brace of visiting Canadian virgins (Haggis made them cum). The gathering occupied itself chatting and taking photos while our Hare Baldrick dragged Run by Battery to the supermarket for essential liquid nourishment for Hashers. Eventually Baldrick appeared to join his co-hare (Titty-Tata) and the group and with whistle and shouting eventually got about half the group to board a bus for the run starting point, the remaining 10 took to the 2 available cars and set off in convoy.
Soon the cars were heading north and up into the Buda hills, it was warm enough to need the air conditioning for the hot passengers. On we sped, past the caves and on up to the bus terminal stop at Fenyõgyöngye where there was parking for us. Had the bus already arrived? Rabies No, only after quite a wait as the clouds moved in and sprinkled us with warm rain, but it soon past by and the bus arrived, as did arrived on his bike.
So after booking a table in the nearby resto Baldrick explained the flour markings and everyone set off, strangely Rabies decided to bring his bike, more of this later. The trail went straight up the nearest hill, this was hard on the Amsterdam hashers, the slope was more that they see! It was not that easy for Rabies and his bike either. The first check was almost wiped out (by weather, pigs or passing ramblers), so without the hare we would not have found it, we hoped it was not all going to be like this. The false trails were found, and Ptwang, Jaws and others headed off with plenty of “OnOn’s” through the forest, on and up. The subsequent checks were all in good condition, they were pretty well set, holding back the FRBs and for the first few, even the walkers kept up. But with the longer sections up into the forest, the first few runners got further ahead.
For some of the sections, the path was almost flat, so Rabies was able to mount up and pedal easily past the runners. But sometimes the slope was too much, especially when the climb got steep in the rock slopes above the air field. The FRBs rested and enjoyed the views at the top for a while and the other “runners” made it up the slope (nobody could run up that), even Rabies managed to get his bike up to the top, the FRBs did wonder if they should go help him, but the idea soon past. The river looked impressive in spite of the low cloud across the city. Onwards, flour blobs were sought, but they were not readily found up here, fortunately we knew we were going to a beer stop, and in the forest covered hills, there is only one place that could be, so despite the lack of blobs, the pack soon found trail and were again climbing up hill, over the brow of the hill and down to the little bar-resto.
The big umbrellas outside over the tables and benches were just what we needed, the runners settled down to some beers and the walkers soon arrived. At that point the Dutch weather arrived, so we were pleased to be under the brollies. A few small snacks were bought (bread and dripping with red onions – a staple Hungarian snack) and a basket of bread left over on the next table with a pot of good hot paprika paste were acquired, which made everyone happy. The rain got heavier, and stared dropping down between the gaps above us, so most people headed inside – the warm air had gone by this time, the temperature had gone down a long way, so the usual moaning started and coats were found to keep the moaning levels down.
The group sat and chatted for a while until the rain eased off a bit, then we all set off for the relatively short trot down the hill to the circle, a nice easy run. At the bottom, Incredible hopped in his car to go back to taxi the trailing walkers in the rain, so with a couple of trips, everyone was down and ready for the circle. The circle was run by the visiting RA and many rewards given for virgins, offences and any excuse possible until the beer supply was almost gone. Then across the road to the resto and a good meal enjoyed by all from the extensive menu. Thanks Hares- you did a great job
Soon the cars were heading north and up into the Buda hills, it was warm enough to need the air conditioning for the hot passengers. On we sped, past the caves and on up to the bus terminal stop at Fenyõgyöngye where there was parking for us. Had the bus already arrived? Rabies No, only after quite a wait as the clouds moved in and sprinkled us with warm rain, but it soon past by and the bus arrived, as did arrived on his bike.
So after booking a table in the nearby resto Baldrick explained the flour markings and everyone set off, strangely Rabies decided to bring his bike, more of this later. The trail went straight up the nearest hill, this was hard on the Amsterdam hashers, the slope was more that they see! It was not that easy for Rabies and his bike either. The first check was almost wiped out (by weather, pigs or passing ramblers), so without the hare we would not have found it, we hoped it was not all going to be like this. The false trails were found, and Ptwang, Jaws and others headed off with plenty of “OnOn’s” through the forest, on and up. The subsequent checks were all in good condition, they were pretty well set, holding back the FRBs and for the first few, even the walkers kept up. But with the longer sections up into the forest, the first few runners got further ahead.
For some of the sections, the path was almost flat, so Rabies was able to mount up and pedal easily past the runners. But sometimes the slope was too much, especially when the climb got steep in the rock slopes above the air field. The FRBs rested and enjoyed the views at the top for a while and the other “runners” made it up the slope (nobody could run up that), even Rabies managed to get his bike up to the top, the FRBs did wonder if they should go help him, but the idea soon past. The river looked impressive in spite of the low cloud across the city. Onwards, flour blobs were sought, but they were not readily found up here, fortunately we knew we were going to a beer stop, and in the forest covered hills, there is only one place that could be, so despite the lack of blobs, the pack soon found trail and were again climbing up hill, over the brow of the hill and down to the little bar-resto.
The big umbrellas outside over the tables and benches were just what we needed, the runners settled down to some beers and the walkers soon arrived. At that point the Dutch weather arrived, so we were pleased to be under the brollies. A few small snacks were bought (bread and dripping with red onions – a staple Hungarian snack) and a basket of bread left over on the next table with a pot of good hot paprika paste were acquired, which made everyone happy. The rain got heavier, and stared dropping down between the gaps above us, so most people headed inside – the warm air had gone by this time, the temperature had gone down a long way, so the usual moaning started and coats were found to keep the moaning levels down.
The group sat and chatted for a while until the rain eased off a bit, then we all set off for the relatively short trot down the hill to the circle, a nice easy run. At the bottom, Incredible hopped in his car to go back to taxi the trailing walkers in the rain, so with a couple of trips, everyone was down and ready for the circle. The circle was run by the visiting RA and many rewards given for virgins, offences and any excuse possible until the beer supply was almost gone. Then across the road to the resto and a good meal enjoyed by all from the extensive menu. Thanks Hares- you did a great job
Saturday, April 18, 2009
April 17th - Hash #? Villanyi,
Bushy Pussy shows us her's
Hello Hashers!
A wonderful weekend filled with copious amounts of wine, beer, food, laughter, jokes and antics was had by all in attendance. We missed those of you who were unable to join in on the fun.
As soon as our cars were parked in the driveway of the panzio in Villanyi on Friday, shots of palinka were offered to the brave and willing. After a few daring souls succumbed to the poison, off we set to imbibe in wine and consume a hearty meal in a wine cellar/restaurant. Set forth before our hungry eyes was a meal from the heavens! We tucked in and ate like kings! Chicken, rabbit, pork knuckles, potatoes, pickled salads and so much wine! Our eyes were bigger than our bellies as we ate heartily through a delicious meal.
After we rubbed our full bellies, we headed to the cellar to have a wine tasting. The wines were local to the Villanyi region and ranged from dry whites to rich reds. We drank what we could, laughing all the while, clearly catching a nice wine buzz. The fun didn't stop there though...
Onward we went in search of an establishment where we could continue the festivities. With more wine and a wooden sausage, courtesy of W&B and Baldric, we were in business! The wooden sausage, I think it deserves a proper Hash name, started us off singing and playing table games and drinking more wine. The music of song and laughter and banging the wooden sausage on the table set the tune for the remainder of a fun weekend.
We woke up to the fresh smell of coffee, eggs, meats, cheese and bread. Breakfast fit for the kings and queens that we were.. Delicious! Smacking our lips and again rubbing our full bellies, we journeyed on a lovely walk through the valley in Villanyi. The sausage showed up and posed for a few photos, too!
Upon arriving in Pecs, where I proceeded to get Baldric a bit lost... sorry.. We set off on ambling through the Dom, the park, various gardens and a trip to a cafe for ice cream and coffee. We marveled at the locks linked to a gate in a symbolic gesture of being locked in love to ones lover. Or to one of many lovers?? ;) W&B had arranged a luncheon at a brewery pub and as soon as the rumblings of hungry bellies began, feasting was in order!
We sat down to a long wooden plate filled with soft pretzels and pizza bread and locally brewed beer. W&B arranged for us to have a hearty and filling meal and of course, more beer! We ate and ooohed and aaahed all the way through. Afterward we walked along Kiraly Utca and Jokai Utca in search of a pub. We settled into Murphy's Pub on Kiraly Utca and watched the parade of people pass by. A homeless man provided entertainment by blowing on a plastic bag held tightly to his lips. Very interesting. We decided to meander to another pub and after many false attempts, we found Koplong's Etterem. It was a small establishment with a school reunion going on. Nonetheless, it didn't stop us. We ordered more beer and some odered goulasch to accompany their beer. A few rounds of beer later and out came the sausage. We sang and toyed with the sausage in a show of friendliness and fondness. We didn't stop there, though.. Baldric got us going with "Let's All Do the Democratic Republic of Congo" song and dance routine along with "The Hokey Pokey". The sausage played a very integral role in providing merriment and laughter. Much to the chagrin of the reunion attendees... Oh well...
The next morning after a breakfast of eggs at a cafe, we set off on a hike through the interior of the Mecsek Hills. The runners set their own course and zipped off towards the famed TV Tower, leaving the walkers to walk through the forest on a paved trail. Hagis, W&B, Peddling Pussy, Nutcrusher and Agi T found bear garlic growing amidst the forest floor. The smell was intoxicating and W&B, PP and Hagis couldn't resist plucking bunches and bunches of the stuff. Had they resisted temptation, the poor bear garlic would have met its fate of a rotting death..
While making strides towards the parking lot we narrowly missed the runners. Hulk got us into spirit by singing rounds of "Father Abraham."
Once nearby the parking lot, we set up our circle, much to the amusement of a park attendant who snapped our photos. Hmmm.. Facebook entry perhaps?? Who knows! Circle time was mellow and low key, accompanied by the sounds of hungry tummies. Once again, W&B made manna come out from the heavens. A restaurant called her mobile and a table was waiting for our arrival for a late lunch, early supper. We ate and drank more beer and were impressed at how much food was filling us up for less than 800 HUF. Food filled and sated, we bid each other so long. We hugged and kissed and thanked each other for a wonderful weekend, before setting off to Budapest. I stayed behind and waved at all the Hasher's heading back to a journey homeward.
Thank you to W&B for arranging a fabulous weekend. She made sure we never went without food and drink and laughter. Thank you to Cedric and Zsuzi for driving Kinga and I to both Villanyi and Pecs. Thank you friends for stomping with me on my stomping grounds and for letting me share a piece of the Mecsek forest with you all. It was my pleasure to do so. May you all have an easy week until we meet up again. :)
Peace,
Kim (Bushy Pussy)
Hello Hashers!
A wonderful weekend filled with copious amounts of wine, beer, food, laughter, jokes and antics was had by all in attendance. We missed those of you who were unable to join in on the fun.
As soon as our cars were parked in the driveway of the panzio in Villanyi on Friday, shots of palinka were offered to the brave and willing. After a few daring souls succumbed to the poison, off we set to imbibe in wine and consume a hearty meal in a wine cellar/restaurant. Set forth before our hungry eyes was a meal from the heavens! We tucked in and ate like kings! Chicken, rabbit, pork knuckles, potatoes, pickled salads and so much wine! Our eyes were bigger than our bellies as we ate heartily through a delicious meal.
After we rubbed our full bellies, we headed to the cellar to have a wine tasting. The wines were local to the Villanyi region and ranged from dry whites to rich reds. We drank what we could, laughing all the while, clearly catching a nice wine buzz. The fun didn't stop there though...
Onward we went in search of an establishment where we could continue the festivities. With more wine and a wooden sausage, courtesy of W&B and Baldric, we were in business! The wooden sausage, I think it deserves a proper Hash name, started us off singing and playing table games and drinking more wine. The music of song and laughter and banging the wooden sausage on the table set the tune for the remainder of a fun weekend.
We woke up to the fresh smell of coffee, eggs, meats, cheese and bread. Breakfast fit for the kings and queens that we were.. Delicious! Smacking our lips and again rubbing our full bellies, we journeyed on a lovely walk through the valley in Villanyi. The sausage showed up and posed for a few photos, too!
Upon arriving in Pecs, where I proceeded to get Baldric a bit lost... sorry.. We set off on ambling through the Dom, the park, various gardens and a trip to a cafe for ice cream and coffee. We marveled at the locks linked to a gate in a symbolic gesture of being locked in love to ones lover. Or to one of many lovers?? ;) W&B had arranged a luncheon at a brewery pub and as soon as the rumblings of hungry bellies began, feasting was in order!
We sat down to a long wooden plate filled with soft pretzels and pizza bread and locally brewed beer. W&B arranged for us to have a hearty and filling meal and of course, more beer! We ate and ooohed and aaahed all the way through. Afterward we walked along Kiraly Utca and Jokai Utca in search of a pub. We settled into Murphy's Pub on Kiraly Utca and watched the parade of people pass by. A homeless man provided entertainment by blowing on a plastic bag held tightly to his lips. Very interesting. We decided to meander to another pub and after many false attempts, we found Koplong's Etterem. It was a small establishment with a school reunion going on. Nonetheless, it didn't stop us. We ordered more beer and some odered goulasch to accompany their beer. A few rounds of beer later and out came the sausage. We sang and toyed with the sausage in a show of friendliness and fondness. We didn't stop there, though.. Baldric got us going with "Let's All Do the Democratic Republic of Congo" song and dance routine along with "The Hokey Pokey". The sausage played a very integral role in providing merriment and laughter. Much to the chagrin of the reunion attendees... Oh well...
The next morning after a breakfast of eggs at a cafe, we set off on a hike through the interior of the Mecsek Hills. The runners set their own course and zipped off towards the famed TV Tower, leaving the walkers to walk through the forest on a paved trail. Hagis, W&B, Peddling Pussy, Nutcrusher and Agi T found bear garlic growing amidst the forest floor. The smell was intoxicating and W&B, PP and Hagis couldn't resist plucking bunches and bunches of the stuff. Had they resisted temptation, the poor bear garlic would have met its fate of a rotting death..
While making strides towards the parking lot we narrowly missed the runners. Hulk got us into spirit by singing rounds of "Father Abraham."
Once nearby the parking lot, we set up our circle, much to the amusement of a park attendant who snapped our photos. Hmmm.. Facebook entry perhaps?? Who knows! Circle time was mellow and low key, accompanied by the sounds of hungry tummies. Once again, W&B made manna come out from the heavens. A restaurant called her mobile and a table was waiting for our arrival for a late lunch, early supper. We ate and drank more beer and were impressed at how much food was filling us up for less than 800 HUF. Food filled and sated, we bid each other so long. We hugged and kissed and thanked each other for a wonderful weekend, before setting off to Budapest. I stayed behind and waved at all the Hasher's heading back to a journey homeward.
Thank you to W&B for arranging a fabulous weekend. She made sure we never went without food and drink and laughter. Thank you to Cedric and Zsuzi for driving Kinga and I to both Villanyi and Pecs. Thank you friends for stomping with me on my stomping grounds and for letting me share a piece of the Mecsek forest with you all. It was my pleasure to do so. May you all have an easy week until we meet up again. :)
Peace,
Kim (Bushy Pussy)
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Dec. 7th - Hash #922
Hares: Baldric | Mama San | Pizza Piss
Scribe: Pussy Willow
BangCock, NFG Chris, NFG Darina, NFG John, NFG Kim, NFG Natasha, NFGPetra, Pussy Willow, Sextax, NFG Susan and 10 Minutes Late assembled at 11.30, which is, of course, AFTER EIGHT, on this fine December morning. The Hash began by us nibbling on one of these delicious square mints with considerate Hashers leaving the ‘envelopes’ in the box for Pussy Willow to amuse herself with later in the privacy of her own home. Baldric’s attire for the day succeeded in putting the ’short’ into shorts and the ‘p’ into skimpy and looked as if the manufacturer had run out of material AFTER EIGHT cm. No one was in any doubt that it was, indeed, a cold day!!!
We boarded the No. 60 bus and AFTER EIGHT stops approx. got off at Obudai temeto, the dead centre of town (pathetic old joke, I know) and looked at the mountain in the distance we had to climb. The bus route had taken us past an amphitheatre, left AFTER EIGHT Roman Legions had occupied the site. It began gently enough and did level out and even went downhill towards the end but there was some steady climbing in the middle. The trail must have been about 9 km, so AFTER EIGHT some Hashers were beginning to get a bit tired. The trail finished at the bottom of Harmashatarhegyi ut.
For the circle we were joined by Rabies and it was the usual mixture of ‘Hash Virgins’; Returnees, offences etc. There was the auspicious occasion of a naming to be carried out. Having asked Agi to tell us a little about herself to help us come up with a subtle and appropriate Hash name, we ignored everything we were told and AFTER EIGHT suggestions, decided on Pizza Piss. Well, there is at least an Italian reference in there and it can be shortened to an affectionate ‘Piss’ or ‘PP’.
After what seemed like an EIGHT-ERNITY, we adjourned to a nearby restaurant for lunch and, of course, a mint or two.
Scribe: Pussy Willow
BangCock, NFG Chris, NFG Darina, NFG John, NFG Kim, NFG Natasha, NFGPetra, Pussy Willow, Sextax, NFG Susan and 10 Minutes Late assembled at 11.30, which is, of course, AFTER EIGHT, on this fine December morning. The Hash began by us nibbling on one of these delicious square mints with considerate Hashers leaving the ‘envelopes’ in the box for Pussy Willow to amuse herself with later in the privacy of her own home. Baldric’s attire for the day succeeded in putting the ’short’ into shorts and the ‘p’ into skimpy and looked as if the manufacturer had run out of material AFTER EIGHT cm. No one was in any doubt that it was, indeed, a cold day!!!
We boarded the No. 60 bus and AFTER EIGHT stops approx. got off at Obudai temeto, the dead centre of town (pathetic old joke, I know) and looked at the mountain in the distance we had to climb. The bus route had taken us past an amphitheatre, left AFTER EIGHT Roman Legions had occupied the site. It began gently enough and did level out and even went downhill towards the end but there was some steady climbing in the middle. The trail must have been about 9 km, so AFTER EIGHT some Hashers were beginning to get a bit tired. The trail finished at the bottom of Harmashatarhegyi ut.
For the circle we were joined by Rabies and it was the usual mixture of ‘Hash Virgins’; Returnees, offences etc. There was the auspicious occasion of a naming to be carried out. Having asked Agi to tell us a little about herself to help us come up with a subtle and appropriate Hash name, we ignored everything we were told and AFTER EIGHT suggestions, decided on Pizza Piss. Well, there is at least an Italian reference in there and it can be shortened to an affectionate ‘Piss’ or ‘PP’.
After what seemed like an EIGHT-ERNITY, we adjourned to a nearby restaurant for lunch and, of course, a mint or two.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Nov. 23rd - Hash #920
Hare: Bangcock
Scribe: NFG Jenny
There are some things that seem like a good idea at the time, and then later turn out to disappoint. There are others that live up to the hype. This Sunday's Hash was one of the latter: it seemed like a ridiculous (and therefore fantastic) idea before, during and after.
After braving 32 km/hr winds and snow flurries crossing the Chain Bridge, I joined bikers NFHN* Matt and hare BangCock at Batthany Ter. We were met shortly afterward by "strollers" Oral Orgasm, 10 Minutes Late, NFHN Kristina and her dog, Ernie. (I'm not quite sure how "NFHN" works for animals.)
The bikers took off and agreed to meet the strollers a few bars later. Bangcock had clearly put a lot of effort into the trail, and I really enjoyed it as it took me to many side streets in Buda and Pest that I hadn't been to before. Due to the snow and biking, flour wouldn't quite work, so the course was marked with strings tied to signposts along the way.
Our course roughly took us north along the Danube toward Arpad hid. On the way, we wandered through the ruins of a Roman amphitheater and had two well-timed bar stops.
The first bar stop occurred at a pool hall and the second at a smallish bar off the main drag. This second bar is worth noting - while enjoying our Aranys, we watched a woman battle with one of these types of machines for 10 minutes. On the side of machine, a flask was prominently displayed. I still have no idea how it was possible to win the flask from that machine. This was the subject of much conversation, as having a flask in such cold weather seemed like a very good idea.
The beer made us bikers more adventurous, and NFHN Matt started offroading and going down stairs. Bizarrely enough, his only fall did not come during one of these stunts but during a routine turn later on the trail. Conditions were somewhat perilous.
Around this time, we crossed Arpad hid and had "beer" stop #3 with Jager at a Hawaiian-looking restaurant. There was a minor "technology on the hash" transgression, and we were informed that the strollers had wandered from our planned bar meeting point to Vorosmarty ter for mulled wine and then off for pizza on Dob utca. Pizza seemed like a very good idea at this point, so we quickly finished our shots and headed by Lehel market and then along Bajcsy-Zsilinsky to meet them.
Pizza and more beer were consumed, and Budapest Hash #9 something something was successfully concluded. Credit again to Bangcock for a fun trail!
Scribe: NFG Jenny
There are some things that seem like a good idea at the time, and then later turn out to disappoint. There are others that live up to the hype. This Sunday's Hash was one of the latter: it seemed like a ridiculous (and therefore fantastic) idea before, during and after.
After braving 32 km/hr winds and snow flurries crossing the Chain Bridge, I joined bikers NFHN* Matt and hare BangCock at Batthany Ter. We were met shortly afterward by "strollers" Oral Orgasm, 10 Minutes Late, NFHN Kristina and her dog, Ernie. (I'm not quite sure how "NFHN" works for animals.)
The bikers took off and agreed to meet the strollers a few bars later. Bangcock had clearly put a lot of effort into the trail, and I really enjoyed it as it took me to many side streets in Buda and Pest that I hadn't been to before. Due to the snow and biking, flour wouldn't quite work, so the course was marked with strings tied to signposts along the way.
Our course roughly took us north along the Danube toward Arpad hid. On the way, we wandered through the ruins of a Roman amphitheater and had two well-timed bar stops.
The first bar stop occurred at a pool hall and the second at a smallish bar off the main drag. This second bar is worth noting - while enjoying our Aranys, we watched a woman battle with one of these types of machines for 10 minutes. On the side of machine, a flask was prominently displayed. I still have no idea how it was possible to win the flask from that machine. This was the subject of much conversation, as having a flask in such cold weather seemed like a very good idea.
The beer made us bikers more adventurous, and NFHN Matt started offroading and going down stairs. Bizarrely enough, his only fall did not come during one of these stunts but during a routine turn later on the trail. Conditions were somewhat perilous.
Around this time, we crossed Arpad hid and had "beer" stop #3 with Jager at a Hawaiian-looking restaurant. There was a minor "technology on the hash" transgression, and we were informed that the strollers had wandered from our planned bar meeting point to Vorosmarty ter for mulled wine and then off for pizza on Dob utca. Pizza seemed like a very good idea at this point, so we quickly finished our shots and headed by Lehel market and then along Bajcsy-Zsilinsky to meet them.
Pizza and more beer were consumed, and Budapest Hash #9 something something was successfully concluded. Credit again to Bangcock for a fun trail!
Friday, October 3, 2008
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
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
Monday, September 29, 2008
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
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
Monday, September 15, 2008
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)
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)
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)
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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...
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...
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
July 27th Hash #903 - City Park
Hare : Frustrated Frog + NFG B
Scribe: Can't Say No
Le On On Y Va Run
We meet per usual at Batthany Ter. I was late as I brought le hash puppy with me, thus set task of writing le run report. Le run started at Heros Square and of course we all lost each other before le trail even started.
Approx. 5 minutes after starting we had le beer arret. A welcome relief due to le heat. Then it was on on around the park through les enfants playground and down down le slide. Le blobs were somewhat difficult to find in le correct order but we managed with a little help from les Hares.
Le circle was by hosted by le St A. and we bevenued several virgins who we hope will be be back. If you had not guessed already le run was set by le French Frog and la Bee.
Until le prochain run,
Can’t Say le NON
Run Report submitted by Le Hash Puppy: Goldie
Sniff sniff, oh yes scratch a little bit more to the right.
Snuff snuff, yep I like all this attention. Run and but more but never over exert oneself.
I might be back – especially if I can fart in the car and blame it on Mommy again!
Scribe: Can't Say No
Le On On Y Va Run
We meet per usual at Batthany Ter. I was late as I brought le hash puppy with me, thus set task of writing le run report. Le run started at Heros Square and of course we all lost each other before le trail even started.
Approx. 5 minutes after starting we had le beer arret. A welcome relief due to le heat. Then it was on on around the park through les enfants playground and down down le slide. Le blobs were somewhat difficult to find in le correct order but we managed with a little help from les Hares.
Le circle was by hosted by le St A. and we bevenued several virgins who we hope will be be back. If you had not guessed already le run was set by le French Frog and la Bee.
Until le prochain run,
Can’t Say le NON
Run Report submitted by Le Hash Puppy: Goldie
Sniff sniff, oh yes scratch a little bit more to the right.
Snuff snuff, yep I like all this attention. Run and but more but never over exert oneself.
I might be back – especially if I can fart in the car and blame it on Mommy again!
July 20th Hash #902 - Outside Budakeszi
Hare: St A
Scribe: Cheesy Ball who thinks he is better than everyone else and therefore doesn't have to write up a report on the best hash every had in Budapest, Hungary, or all of Eastern MFing Europe.
Cheesy Balls has let the hash down again!!!!
Scribe: Cheesy Ball who thinks he is better than everyone else and therefore doesn't have to write up a report on the best hash every had in Budapest, Hungary, or all of Eastern MFing Europe.
Cheesy Balls has let the hash down again!!!!
Monday, July 21, 2008
July 13th Hash #901 - Rosadomb
Hash Number 901,
The Morning After
After the marathon length 900 Hash day I was sure there was not to be a morning after hash for me. But as the minutes ticked past 10:59, enthusiasm got the better of rational judgment and I momentarily forgot the ach in by quadriceps. With a bright sunny sky above and a foggy memory I trod the warming pavement to become the last arrival among a group of some 15 over zealous hashers including several out of town guests.
A trail was set by our very own GM, Sextax. It was reported that our co-GM Pussy Willow helped but I doubt it. The hash trail roamed the ups and downs of the second district including a customary stop at Gul Baba’s tomb, for the easterners among us I suppose. As the heat wore on runners split from the walkers for a nearer beer stop and rest. This stop turned out to be a relaxing experience on the roof top of the Bath next to Lucas Bath, the name of which escapes me.
When replenished it was then back on the short upward trail to the second beer stop at the GM’s flat. To our delight, host Pussy Willow had waiting snacks and ice-cold beer. Most likely to make up for an ill representation in the trail setting process. Nonetheless, their flat near the clouds was a welcomed belief from the heat. The rather lengthy beer stop came with the experience of viewing the British game of Cricket, or at least a part of one. And whether welcomed or not Pussy Willow provided excellent commentary on the rules.
After really cold beer, snacks and the Cricket match, much to my chagrin there was more hash trail to endure. And although the hare promised it was all downhill, it wasn’t really. But alas, we ended up in the vicinity of Moskva Ter and a nice, although late, lunch
Well that’s is your hash report, its not a long retort so drink it down, down, down etc.
The Morning After
After the marathon length 900 Hash day I was sure there was not to be a morning after hash for me. But as the minutes ticked past 10:59, enthusiasm got the better of rational judgment and I momentarily forgot the ach in by quadriceps. With a bright sunny sky above and a foggy memory I trod the warming pavement to become the last arrival among a group of some 15 over zealous hashers including several out of town guests.
A trail was set by our very own GM, Sextax. It was reported that our co-GM Pussy Willow helped but I doubt it. The hash trail roamed the ups and downs of the second district including a customary stop at Gul Baba’s tomb, for the easterners among us I suppose. As the heat wore on runners split from the walkers for a nearer beer stop and rest. This stop turned out to be a relaxing experience on the roof top of the Bath next to Lucas Bath, the name of which escapes me.
When replenished it was then back on the short upward trail to the second beer stop at the GM’s flat. To our delight, host Pussy Willow had waiting snacks and ice-cold beer. Most likely to make up for an ill representation in the trail setting process. Nonetheless, their flat near the clouds was a welcomed belief from the heat. The rather lengthy beer stop came with the experience of viewing the British game of Cricket, or at least a part of one. And whether welcomed or not Pussy Willow provided excellent commentary on the rules.
After really cold beer, snacks and the Cricket match, much to my chagrin there was more hash trail to endure. And although the hare promised it was all downhill, it wasn’t really. But alas, we ended up in the vicinity of Moskva Ter and a nice, although late, lunch
Well that’s is your hash report, its not a long retort so drink it down, down, down etc.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Juy 12, 2008 Hash #900
HASH NUMBER 900The great event of the Budapest Hash number 900 was a great success for all those who attended. A wonderful day of sunshine, running, beer and some very nice titties.
Rabies had made some lame excuse for not setting the trail, he was recovering from getting high (then low…). But we had Baldrick and Bang Cock as the hares on what seemed to be the hottest day of the year. The run started at our usual meeting spot across the river from the seat of power, where our glorious Prime Minister presides over his loyal parliamentarians.
I had a rapid drive from Balaton to get arrive in the nick of time (hoping no speed tickets turn up…) but I did pick up the late-cumer prize of being scribe for the day. It was a great pleasure to find our favourite Tulin had come all the way from Turkey to be with us! Visitors from LA, Kiev and Vienna helped make our numbers almost respectable, but what the Bp hash lacked in quantity was made up for in quality !
Baldrick explained how his marks were set, so nobody listened as usual and we set off in every direction to find the flour (well, almost every direction, only missing the one that had the trail). Eventually after much running up and down getting nowhere, the cry of "On On" was heard and the pack set off, running directly away from the river – this must be the direction of the Castle district….
Baldrick had set the first half, so there was no surprise when we found ourselves running up steps, higher and higher, then round and round, up and down, and searching for where the trail went …. But experienced hashers enjoy the challenge. We explored the Castle district, steps and ramparts, streets and pathways…. With many a tittie style check to keep our peckers up. At one pont the trail went over a series of cannons, so the non-geriatric hashers took glee in leaping over them… The obligatory stop for a rousing chorus of Father Abraham was made beside the tomb of the last Turkish ruler. Eventually, after what seemed like a long hash, we appeared out at the site of a splendid horse and rider – famous for the fact that the Budapest law students always reach up and touch the balls (of the horse, not the rider) for good luck before an exam. Incredible Hulk went one better and clambered up to kiss them…
On to a beer stop at a friendly little pub where we have been before (in red dresses in the snow if I remember well). The landlord did not crack the slightest smile to find all these sudden visitors wanting him to work hard at pouring beer… The other clients were not Hungarian, there were a group of Croats and an Irish guy who chatted and seemed as if he might at least join BH3 for social events sometime… A good long beer stop was what was needed to refresh all our hot sweaty parts before starting out again, towards the second half, set by Bang Cock. Inevitably, the trail headed in the direction of the citadel, firstly towards the Presidential Palace, then into the big courtyard in front of the museum which seemed to have no exits. But the crafty hare had found a way through, around more museum, even through an entrance hall (in one door and out another – where another horse became a victim of Incredible Hulk).
After several more very attractive tittie shaped checks, we bumper into our Australian/Austrian hashers who had some feeble excuse about a visitor preventing them celebrating our 900 run, happy memories of certain hashers emptying the whole wine cellar were recounted, before the hash continued, going down hill, then around and up to the citadel for another hash halt at the top. We were eventually heading down past St Gellert and down to the gardens near Rudas baths for a circle.
Our esteemed RA allowed us to toast the hares in the usual manner, despite the lack of our song-meister, songs flowed just as freely as the 'special' beer (brewed in an unknown country of origin). We all enjoyed the virgins and listened to find out who made them cum. The visitors from many parts swelled our membership, with the unforgettable lovely girls from Kiev, the Ukraine member who spoke like he came from a long way further west, and a Vienna member who sounded as if he was from far north of known civilisation.
The number of offences was remarkable, and the beer kept flowing… until the climax was reached with a triple naming ceremony. The flour and beer flowed even faster, all 3 had a good coating of the lovely sticky mixture by the time we finished. If I had drunk less beer I might have remembered all the names … the young newly named Wankidextrous and everyone else put their names into the famous BH3 record book after a good round of the Hash Hymn.
All the (hungry) hashers, having been on the run for almost 3 hours, then having been singing and gesticulation furiously, needed food. A new Hash resto had been found by Wash-n-Blow, so we wandered off to catch a tram and most of us just hoped no inspectors were about. All found the place OK, and Haggis joined us there. Good food and more fun for the evening was had, with some of the crowd eventually heading over to the French Institute for the Bastiel Day street party, with stands of cheese, wine, champagne and other froggie goods. We were lucky enough to run into Soft Porn who was waiting to get hold of some Ginger Pussy.
And so ended the day of our 900 run ! All of us eager to see the big 1000 celebrations in a few years time!
On On !!!!!
July 06, 2008, Hash #899
Hash 899 on July 6th 2008
Hare : Bang Cock
The crowd gathered in the usual location with splendid views of the Magyar Parliament buildings in brilliant sunshine. Oh what a great day for a hash ! The assembled hashers were more numerous than usual with assorted visitors and new residents. There were 2 teenage guys from LA, living with Bang Cock, he claimed they were 'sons of a friend' but we all had other suspicions (they admitted to being virgins and that Bang Cock had made them cum…. Draw your own conclusions….). Most other visitors were from the US, some were regular Tokyo hashers; and 2 Times a Weeny brought a Scottish hasher from Qatar. We even had a baby in a 3-wheel cross-country pushchair. Since we were about 25 people in all, there was not enough car space, so the motley crew set off by car or public transport in a northerly direction to the Practika store in Ujbuda. Cars parked with no shade from the sun, but it was not a long wait for the pubic travellers.
BC gave the usual incomprehensible instructions, and the runners headed off in all directions looking for flour, until an "On-On" sent everyone in the direction the walkers were going. Even the baby in the 3-wheeler was running… There was a slight problem since the trail was not going to be buggy-friendly. But BC fortunately knew some alternative routes for some of the difficult parts, but the runners didn't know what was coming…. And as for the walkers…..
The runners trail followed a wide overgrown track and after a check or 2 went into a well overgrown field, the undergrowth almost needed a machete, so the baby stroller definitely needed an alternative route. Everyone followed one by one up and up through long weeds and bushes, eventually coming out onto a road which overlooked Practika and the other stores and residential area. Not a bad view, and the walkers were going to see it often…
The check had several options going up, so of course it was the steepest one which was correct, all the runners headed up this way, and got pretty spread out as the fitter ones kept running and the others dropped further back. Fortunately there were water pumps at regular intervals, it was a hot, sweaty day. When the walkers go to the check, they didn’t find the trail (something about talking too much and not walking enough… So they headed along the road in one direction, then the other, then back again, in circles and up & down…. With no progress until further down the page…
The runners trail went up a deep gully, full of huge stones, bits of tree and the obligatory detritus of 'civilisation' that accumulates in such places. It was pretty hard going for the average hasher, the baby stroller was going to have a problem to get up this part! Eventually, up a steep bank and out the gully, the running trail became easier and everyone stretched out at full speed (or walked slowly…) further upwards. Always in forest, the trees were of different sorts and different heights, but always trees. So even when we reached the 'top' there were no Hash views, just more checks and more blobs along some really beautiful woodland trails. It was a real pleasure to be running around the area. Baldrick and Incredible eventually descended back into tarmac roads and continued on blobs until we saw the Walkers. So we knew we must be on the right trail, until the walkers explained that they were still near the start and had only walked up and down the same road…. It took the runners a couple of minutes to solve the route question, the return trail did get very close to the out trail at this point – and at this point it turned steep down hill, heading back to the cars. So a now very-spread-out hash trailed slowly back to the cars. Fortunately BC had forgotten to lock his car, so the cold beer and drinks were available!
A long circle with plenty of spurious calls in good spirit meant that the beer flowed well. Then after a rousing chorus of the Hash Hymn, we all wondered where to eat. Fortunately Haggis was able to give help by telephone – a nearby Indian resto was open – there were no other customers and the prices were low for Hungarian Indians, so a good crowd of Hashers got well fed with a wide variety of spicy dishes (some being surprisingly hotter than the menu indicated…)..
A good time had by all ! Thanks to the Hare BC !!
May ???, 2008, Hash # 896???
HASH TRASH
Hare : Heather – Mai 2008
The trail in question was the one we did in May on St Gellert’s Hill. Heather had laid the trail in the morning and I think that she went up and down St Gellert’s Hill at least 3 times to keep the whole group gathered. She did really well, running and walking at the same time. However, we lost someone about 50 meters after the departure.
It was quite predictable because the person in question had taken a big bag full of books with her + was dressed all in black though it was stunning warm that day. I guess you know now who I am talking about. On the way, we met some Germans who were astonished to hear English people speaking German (or the contrary, I can’t remember exactly now).
At the top of the hill, we stopped for a drink. From the top of St Gellert’s Hill, we went down behind the castle and then up in the castle. And then I have to stop here because unfortunately, I lost the group at that point. By the way, I got some important information on this trail: There are two sorts of elephants in the Budapest zoo: Some are from Africa and some from India. The discriminatory thing is that the ones from Africa had to move because of the reconstruction of the zoo, whereas the Indian ones were able to stay were they were. I’ve never been to the zoo but that could be a nice start for a trail. Nicht wahr?
NFG Bea
Hare : Heather – Mai 2008
The trail in question was the one we did in May on St Gellert’s Hill. Heather had laid the trail in the morning and I think that she went up and down St Gellert’s Hill at least 3 times to keep the whole group gathered. She did really well, running and walking at the same time. However, we lost someone about 50 meters after the departure.
It was quite predictable because the person in question had taken a big bag full of books with her + was dressed all in black though it was stunning warm that day. I guess you know now who I am talking about. On the way, we met some Germans who were astonished to hear English people speaking German (or the contrary, I can’t remember exactly now).
At the top of the hill, we stopped for a drink. From the top of St Gellert’s Hill, we went down behind the castle and then up in the castle. And then I have to stop here because unfortunately, I lost the group at that point. By the way, I got some important information on this trail: There are two sorts of elephants in the Budapest zoo: Some are from Africa and some from India. The discriminatory thing is that the ones from Africa had to move because of the reconstruction of the zoo, whereas the Indian ones were able to stay were they were. I’ve never been to the zoo but that could be a nice start for a trail. Nicht wahr?
NFG Bea
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
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
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