OCTOBER 25th, FRIDAY
PUB CRAWL - Registration 5.30pm
Pointer's Pub Madách tér 5, 1075 Budapest Meeting Place for Pub Crawl
OCTOBER 26th, SATURDAY
ANNIVERSARY RUN - 11.30am
Meeting Point - usual Batthany tér 30th Anniversary Run Meeting Point
ANNIVERSARY DINNER - 7pm
Meeting Point: Stefánia út 34-36, 1146 Budapest Stefánia Palota
OCTOBER 27th, SUNDAY
HANGOVER RUN - 11.30am
Meeting Point - usual Batthany tér 30th Anniversary Run Meeting Point
If you need further information, contact
Giving Head - balizs00@freemail.hu or +36 20 777 0428
Run by Batteries - natayes@yahoo.com or +36 30 297 2783
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Budapest HHH are celebrating 30 years of hashing !!!
It will be the weekend 25-27 October!
Come and join the old farts in one of the best Capital Cities in Europe!
There will be accommodation organised, pub-crawl, trails, party and goody-bag.
Budapest has got some of the cheapest beer, most beautiful women, best culture (opera, museums, city architecture etc) and biggest variety of Palinka (fruit spirits) in Europe. This is a city not to be missed!
You can now see more details, see FAQ and register on here: http://toedsh3-admin.com/
Accommodation,
Pub Crawl,
Trails for R*nners & Wankers,
Party,
Beer (from local micro-brewery),
Fun !!!!!
Prices For the Basic Registration:
EarlyBird (paid upto 20 Aug) 88 Euro
Standard (paid upto 20 Sept) 99 Euro
Late 110 Euro
Accommodation (price 'each for weekend' may be limited to early bookers, confirmed at time of booking - singles or later booking please ask) :
Hostel shared - 125 Euro
Hotel double - 150 Euro
OnOn!!!
Accommodation,
Pub Crawl,
Trails for R*nners & Wankers,
Party,
Beer (from local micro-brewery),
Fun !!!!!
Prices For the Basic Registration:
EarlyBird (paid upto 20 Aug) 88 Euro
Standard (paid upto 20 Sept) 99 Euro
Late 110 Euro
Accommodation (price 'each for weekend' may be limited to early bookers, confirmed at time of booking - singles or later booking please ask) :
Hostel shared - 125 Euro
Hotel double - 150 Euro
OnOn!!!
R*N Reports of 2013 for the Bupasest HHH
Happy Reading :-) OnOn!!!
07/14/13 Run # 1163 (Hash Splash #2)
Paddlers: BangCock, Stiff Nipples, Giving Head
We did the same trip as last year. We met quite
early 10 AM sharply at the boat house at Romai. After taken care of
the official business (filling out the form for renting) we took the canoe
to the Danube and started paddling. We had only one beerstop on our way
upstream to Lupa Island; eventhough, the crew were demanding more. The
second beer stop had to wait until we arrived to Lupa. We see the residues of the flood. The residents were busy cleaning their
properties. We had dinner in the only
one restaurant in the island, which was followed by the usual circle. We
arrived back to Romai early afternoon. Great weather, lots of beer, so
you missed a lot if you were not there.
Stiff Nipples
07/07/13 #1162
Hare: Incredible Hulk
Runners: Merrypussy.com, Stiff Nipples, Giving Head
Walkers: BangCock, Eager Beaver, Ten Minutes Late and NFHN Ági
Beautiful day, our RA did a good job with the weather. Since we
had two cars, we decided to go to Pilisvörösvár to the Rotburger brewery, First
thing upon arrival, we went in for a drink and some food as well. Hulk went off
to set the trail while we set down to drink and eat and to take a couple of
nice photos. Hope those will come up soon J
Off we went to the trail that started in the town and continued
in a half residential area and led to the forest nearby. There were pinetrees
and it smelled really wonderful in the mid-summer heat. Blue sky without a
cloud, slopes and beautiful flowers spotted acre. We approached the stone-mine
and followed to a cukrászda where we had been before. Wonderful cakes and
icecream. Unfortunately the walkers missed the sign for the sweet-shop but
finally everybody was united at the starting point.
Had a couple of good beers, picked up more bottles and went off
to the circle. Usual foolish punishments and hash songs and we drove back to
Budapest around 6ish.
Great day, great trail, great company.
See you next week!
OnonGH
Ps: Hash splash date has not been decided yet, will be announce
shortly.
Naming: 06/30/13
Hot Clitty - San Francisco/Oregon
Perverted Pierced Prince (PPP) - 3P’s - California
Hash Report of Run #1155, May 19th, 2013
Hare : BangCock
Pack
Runners: Incredible Hulk, Inspect Her Monistat (from Chicago
H3), NFHN Ryan, NFHN Sean, NFHN Prakash and myself Giving Head
Walkers: Haggis, Hot Steam, Run by Batteries, NFHN Colin aka
Genital Man, Ten Minutes Late
It was a beautiful day, the right weather for hashing. Not too
hot, a bit breazy. Our missing RA Stiff Nipples leaved up to expectations and
did really a good job even being sick.
We had a pre-set trail that we dont have too often nowdays and
it worked out well both for the runners and for the walkers. We started from Árpád
bridge, on the Buda side and the runners did a D-tour before entering Hajógyári
sziget just across Árpád híd HÉV station. The run was on and around the island:
climbing some wire fences, crossing play-grounds and grasslands. Of course the
runners f*cked up at some point – or did the Hare do it??? The walkers had a
nice stroll and we all met for a beer stop in a bar almost at the other end of
the island.
We had a good circle including our 3 visitors - two of them
Virgins - from Chicago and another Virgin from France. The guys were funny and
they had a lot to learn and listen to all our usual jokes and songs.
NFHN Colin finally got named, after setting a trail with
Bangcock two weeks ago. As you could see on the photos, his naming ceremony was
rather intense and memorable. NFHN Colin from now on and for ever in any Hash
all over the world is Genital Man.
We all had a good lunch joined by Rabies at a small restaurant
crossing the bridge, just across Kaszásdűlő. Pedalling Pussy called in for
joining for Lunch but finally never got there
Great hash, great people, great day J If you werent there, you
missed a good one!
OnoNGH
Ps: if you want to join our Budapest Hash3 mailing list, can
sign up here on the left side: http://bph3.blogspot.hu/ The web-sight is
still in the process of beeing updated.
# 1148 Hash report, 31.03.2013
This week's hash was attended by the usual locals who were
joined by 11 hashers from the FUKFMHHH, including Trigamist, who was well
remembered by the locals and RbB in particular, having been a regular Budapest
hasher in the past. The weather unfortunately was cold, wet and miserable so it
was decided to have the hash in the Castle district instead of Normafa as
originally intended. Trigamist was the
hare and set the trail. He should have had an assistant with him but the
individual concerned decided to learn the intricacies of laying a trail later
in the year in more pleasant weather (wimp). Confusion reigned right from the
outset as the runners trotted off towards Lanchid Hid closely followed by the
hare. The remaining hashers picked up the trail but very quickly went off track
despite protestations from BangKoK that we should be following the river. Alas,
his advice was ignored and the group proceeded along Fo Utca towards the
Castle. After a look around the Castle the group attempted to pick up the trail
again but were thwarted by an official from proceeding in the desired direction
by insisting on a charge of 1500Huf per person to enter the central courtyard. The group then
left the Castle and took shelter in a nearby hostelry. Whilst sitting in the
warm, dry environs of the cosy little bar RbB received a phone call from the
other group informing her of their whereabouts. They too were were partaking of
liquid refreshment in a bar located just around the corner from the starting
point. After enticing them out with an offer of free ale the circle was held
across the street. The usual raucous songs were sung plus some I hadn't heard before.
In spite of all the noise and the drinking of alcohol in the street on Easter
Sunday we were not arrested and remain
free to do the same again next week. On On! Colin
#1147 - 03-24, 2013
Hash Report:
We failed to nominate a scribe, so I will report the events
of Yesterday.
Incredible Hulk arrived before the 11:30 meeting time, to be a
lonely hasher. There was a girl hanging around, so I was going to ask her if
she was waiting for the hash, but I think she thought I was going to ask how
much she charges and she moved away :-)
Bangkok arrived looking like a mini-version of Santa in his red
outfit, then Run-by-Battery pulled in (alone this time since Colin-NFN was
sleeping off his liquid dinner from last night), then we spotted the familiar
but not-seen-in ages funny legs running towards us. Was it... Could it be...??
Yes, it really was our Baldrick and Titty-Tatta !! Finally, the
last to arrive, shamefully late was Eager Beaver (not living up to her
name).
Then, the local Police came over and complained that Hulk &
RBB had parked they cars illegally, blocking in other parked cars. But as
it was time to go anyway, no problem, we all left for KFK Normafa.
Our returning long-lost ex-RA was handed a bag of flour and 2
balls. He remembered what his balls were for, and made good use of them,
bouncing them on the ground to leave a nice splot of flour. So the hares
Baldrick and Titty-Tatta headed off down the road, balls in hand. As it was
about -2C, the walkers and Hulk started off walking after them soon, going slow
enough for them to get well ahead before Incredible started running a bit.
Despite the call from the hares as they left that there would only be a
"few checks", there were plenty! One of the first was near a dead,
rather large wild boar (must have died of shock at the sight of Baldrick with
his performing balls).
A lot of the ground was well frozen, the the hard soil crunchy
under-foot. Bangkok said "At least it isn't muddy"... Famous last
words... Wherever the path was on a south-facing slope, the frozen ground
had turned to sticky mud, sticking to our boots so that even RBR seemed to be
at least an extra 5 cm taller. The trail continued down hill and up along a
pretty, but muddy small track, eventually turning back towards the main part of
the forest, when we came upon another check. Incredible Hulk was there long
before the others, and climbed the hills to the top on the right and left, and
all other possible trails, with no sign of flour. The walkers arrived and all
spread out searching. Eventually we spotted a few grains of flour on a small
tree, and headed through the undergrowth, following the trail again. Onwards,
the group made it to the aircraft wing and then on the route back to the cars.
But the flour didn't go that way, it went off to the right. We guessed that
Baldrick remembered the Forest Lodge, with a potential beer stop. That is where
we ended up. A few drinks, some soup, and when after the liquid intake there
was a need to get rid of some, Baldrick asked where the toilet was - but the
reply was they don;t have one. Very odd for a commercial restaurant! The guys
went outside to water the trees. When some other Lady guests asked the same
question, they also had to go out to the forest (Bangkok had his camera
ready in case of interesting shots).
The remaining Hashers who had stayed for soup,
IH, Bangkok and the hares, headed back to the car for a short circle
(although with only 4, it was more of a square). The usual down-downs were
followed by a rousing chorus of Swing-Low, then all departed homewards.
Another Excellent Hashing Day !!!
OnOn !!!
Hash #1144 aka the Two HHH (hairy hare hash)
Waking up with a hangover, not checking the time and stupidly
arriving 1 hour earlier to the meeting point resulted in being the scribe...
(Note to myself: next time do not share your stupidity with hashers)
Anyway, it started as a beautiful spring Sunday. All nice
and sunny waiting for the hashers to show up ON TIME, had plenty of time to
fight the hangover off with a slice of pizza followed by a 5k run.
Hashers started to appear slowly and a group of 10ish including
a VIRGIN gathered by 12:00 when we set off for Hűvösvölgy where the trail was
planned to start. Hares were The Incredible Hulk with great expirience in
leading the followers through all kind of terrain and myself who wanted to see
how this is done in real time. Off we set with a supposed 15 minutes lead
across the local hills. Not trusting hashers giving us the aggred time to start
with, we ran out fast and check-points were often. I got insight how our
Incredible choose the taril according to what hashers might belive the trail
would continue, so choosing another path and laying out a false trail. Saw
signs of boars in the woods too, luckily didn't bump into them. At one point we
saw civilization when reached a glider airfield and choose that we would lead
the hashers back to our starting point. And so we did! Got back to the hash
vehicles safe and sound. Not knowing how far the runners were behind us, we
agreed to pop into the bar next to us and wait there with a beer in hand. For
Hulk's delight in the bars garden a portrait of him could be found! Almost
finished our beers when the runners appeared and shortly the walkers followed.
Can't really say anything about how the runners and walkers
struggled, i just hope they did!
As you might predict the circle was formed and our beloved RA
initiated the ceremony. First us the hairy hares (both having a long beard) got
into he middle. The VIRGIN followed, Edina if i recall correctly. After a short
introduction she down-downed a few sips of fizzy WATER!!! Had the same
impression with Jaws that she is not of a hasher material and that was the
first and last time we saw her. I wish we wrong, she would be a nice addition
to the BPHHH being a pretty face. During the circle all the hashers had their
turn in the middle for doing something that the others could pick on. Hash songs
and down-downs followed one another ending by the our Hymn.
The sun was high, hitting almost 3pm, many of us were hungry and
stormed in a restaurant close by. Unfortunately Natasha and her VIRGIN friend
didn't join us for the feast but when we got our pre-meal beers no one cared.
It was pizza Sunday for the hash, as all of us ordered the round pasta. Mamma
mia, was it nice!! During lunch we talked about various topics and reached for
our beers frequently. As this establishment we sat in has been visited by the
hashers before, Jaws and BC were looking for a familiar waitress. Sadly she
wasn't around, maybe we could've had a discount.???
Anyway, pizza-beer was gone bill was paid and the hashers said
adieu to eachother until the next hash.
OnOn
Sleazy Jet
PS: Have to say it was a great opportunity to learn the
little tricks of haring but being a hasher forgot almost everything already! So
i don't see myself laying out the trail alone just yet.
Hash Run #1143/a
the number #1143/b is left for hashers at
Ber
Participants: Jaws, Eager Beaver, Stiff Nipples
The
core of the Budapest hash (3 members) despite the heavy rain turned up at the
Batthyanyi square meeting place. Taking into consideration the wether we
walked along the Danube to Margit bridge, cross the bridge to the island and
walk on & in the running trail to Arpad bridge. The two gentlemen of
the company (despite they live in the Pest side) offered to our lady
participant that we should go to Buda to find a bar closer to her place.
We ended up at Fo ter where after couple of minutes search and couple of closed
bars we found a very reasonable pub. The korso of the house of the beer
(retro Kobanyai) was 290 Ft. We had a wonderful time. We were engaging into conversation with the
locals and enjoying each others company by listening to excellent stories and
having couple of beers in the meanwhile.
Even the best things must end at some point so we decided to
leave. Jaws informed Stiff Nipples that the New York pizza place is only
15 minutes away and suggested to go there for lunch. Stiff Nipples never
against any good suggestions so the two of them started to run towards to the
pizza place where they arrived an hour later. According to Jaws all the
delay is resulted from the walking and the slow running. His estimation
was perfect and right on time. The pizza was OK. Almost at the end the
meal I got a phone call from Zsuzsa, Jaws was ready to take off for a concert
so we departed.
Stiff
Nipples reporting from the trail
Run # 1140 February 3rd, 2013
Hash Report – February 3
The morning was grey, with horizontal snow
blowing across the Danube and around the small group of dedicated Hashers.
Hulk, Haggis, Stiff Nipples, Giving Head, Hot Steam, Eager Beaver and Bancock
were in discussion over which muddy hills should be conquered this week when
the long-lost Pedaling Pussy arrived. It seems like the first time in years
(sadly she is forced to work most Sundays).
The Hash on this day consisted of hot passion,
sex, intense relationships, even with conception and eventually death !
So only read on if you are not of a weak
and feeble disposition..... !!!!!!!
To reach these heights, the hashers headed
away from the river, fighting their way through the driven snow, eventually
reaching the safety of a well used refuge, Trombitas at Moscow Ter (I know it
has some other silly name now, but it is still Moscow ter really). The intrepid
Hashers recuperated from the cold, with beer, coffee or hot wine, before
braving the elements again all the way to Mammut, where they bravely scaled up
the steps to the door (all except Pedaling Pussy who wanted to go on a proper
hash in the wilds). The remaining hashers fought their way through the
population, climbing multiple hazardous escalators (fortunate 10 Minutes Late
was not here, the altitude could have been too much for him). Eventually they
reached their quest, and got their tickets, then made their way to room 11 and
up to row 10 where they all settled down in the dark.
After a while, the film Anna Karenina started
and the hashers sat back and either watched or gently snoozed. At the end
all agreed it was well worth seeing.
The idea to hold a circle in the middle of the
second floor area was not approved of, so hashers, tired after the exertions of
the day either went to eat some fish, or headed home to bed (to prepare for a
night full of sweat and passion – that is, watching the Super Bowl).
Here Endeth The Hash Today.
OnOn!!!
Run #1139 January 27, 2013
Firstly, I have to reflect on the injustice (hahh, what else to
expect) regarding the fact I have to write up again!
Pox was driving to town yesterday morning when we called to
figure out IF our Mismanagement has made up their mind of the where about of
the hash.
1. Running by Battery - no answer.
2. Giving Head - picked it up : 'I don't know, we are not there,
yet'... (Don't know how far they were at 11:40...)
At 11:45 RbB called back to tell us, she is ALMOST there...
(Forgot to ask Colin if she was coming)
... Pox already holding up the entire traffic on Alkotás utca
driving with 10km/h ...
Finally at 11:50 received the directive call, so rushed to
targeted point to be on time.
There we waited for 30 more minutes before our darling hashers
turned up very cheerfully, prewarmed by Nemgünther's bottle of whiskey (don't
know what more the man wants, he already had a farewell party!).
Anyway, WELL ON TIME, we all took off following the ambitious
trails set by Rabies and SJ. After couple of hours hiking in the ankle deep
snow we all felt like Amudsen on dec.14, 1911 with one minor difference : we've
reached the summit of the Hármashatár-hegy! Great view! But that was about half
way. Luckily our trail could only descend from this point but knowing Rabies,
non of us was really surprised to find that we ended up on the completely other
side of this geographical formation. And then we marched back covering all the
last little bits and pieces on the Buda mountains tourist-trail map! Just when
finishing with last signs of a blue cross in a white square, for our greatest
delight we discovered we ENDED UP at the humble maison of Maggie's. Within a
minute we all poured in grabbed a beer and invaded every possible sitting unit.
Circle was shortly set while Maggie and Running by Battery jumped in action in
the kitchen (and then they say that Hungarian women's hospitality is unbeatable
:-). Circle went on and on, onon, completely exhausting Colin, who after a
while thought of resting a bit on a chair .... IN THE CIRCLE!!! God knows what
this man thinks of himself! He was only saved by the arrival of magnificent
dishes - great pasta, salad, delicious bread with expansive cheese board
selection - great freebies to please the hungry hasher! Thank you Maggie
and Jerry!
Notes :
1. Great News: Rabies is off soon for a vacation! He will
entertain his noxious self for TWO month :-) on the Southern Hemisphere. God
save the Aussies!
2. Csillagom was kindly explaining yesterday, that our poor
10MinutesLate will only return to our hash once the snow has melted away,
because after his knee operation it is really difficult .... Rubbish! The man
is in Izrael, saving up on his winter heating coast! He will definitely deserve
a down-down!
Onon,
HB
# 1138 January 20, 2013
@ 9:45, I (HairBall) carried the tea to our bedroom, opened the
curtains, handed the cup to Pox, who looked up on the clock and said 'but I was
still deep a sleep!' So, I told him, at least now he has time enough to
consider wheather he wants to socialize this morning... - ...half a minute
silence... - 'Oh, this f...ing hash ....' Anyway, preparations went on,
breakfast took place and eventually we made it to the right place - this time -
to meet up other fellow hashers.
Hash was very simple. Hardly any snow, flat terrain. Ahead of us
was our Hare wearing incredible LongJohns with a lovely Hulk pattern. He
was running around with a plastic container (former clothes softener) filled
with some unidentified yellowish powder and obviously (for the great amusement
of about 5000 people enjoying winter sports at and about Normafa) working very
hard on the demarcation of every possible dog-pee stain around the trees. Too
bad, he missed some. But Zeno, our virgin hasher made sure the rest was covered
:-). At the third check point BC came up with his theory based on statistical
data AND 20 odd years 'experience' suggesting 'the trail follows straight
through in 90% of all cases'. Well, this was that other 10% - obviously he
hasn't hash enough with Hulk.... Anyway, after this minor incident we didn't
really need to check anymore, just followed our front runner who had a nose on
the trail (saving plenty of time on all the silly false trails) at least all
the way to the Wine Stop. On that crucial last 10 meters we lost Haggis,
Maggie, Running on Batteries and Colin - must have been the fast setting fog.
However this little inconvenience did not hold back SOME hashers who took the
opportunity to purchase warm alcoholic beverages from the Hungarian minority
who was heavily engaged in the international Fair-trade business. But of course
it is always challenging to please the hasher and indeed SOME started to
complain right after the first sip about the proportions given on the
sugar/alcohol base... Before this lament could reach the heights of
discrimination (meanwhile having 4 hash members lost in calling each others and
other hash members with little success ((however managing to drop a phone right
in the deepest patch of snow - must claim it on the high sugar content)), Hulk
decided to look for Haggis. This event took 15 minutes because there was ONE
station for the bus no.21. After being properly chilled out, eventually our
hash took on again and finished the trail right before the steam locomotive
started off from the Csillebérc Station.
Circle. There were some odd events occurring, like Maggie
dropping down into the snow and waving with arms and spreading-closing legs
while calling for Colin... This was shortly followed by Running-on-Batteries,
however NOT calling for Colin... Circle was set around a small and a large
snowman - latter was decorated with a fairly bent twig, O.K, lets call it a
branch, by RoB. These events left some hashers wondering about .... who stopped
wondering right at the moment Csillagom started to 'ride' on the twig...
(sorry, branch....). For the rest, circle was not worth mentioning apart from
missing (mind my English, I know, it's not the right word) TenMinutesLate. He
missed out on the rare opportunity enjoying the moment that our song '..and
this man has NO balls at all...' was addressed to our virgin hasher this time
:)
A forgettable event it was, as you can see. Maybe next week but
I wonder ...
HairBall
Ps. Since we don't eat out with this bunch, called SmallPox from
the car and ordered him to make a lovely fire, rushed home, had a hot bath with
Dead-sea minerals and Campari-orange juice ...
#1137 January 13, 2013
Run # 1137 ? (with one quetion mark only)
Venue: Buda Hills - starting at the end of bus line #11
Hare: Incredible Hulk
Participants (not in the rank of importance but in alphabetical
order):
Runners or fast walkers:
Butt Buddy, Giving Head, Rabies, Sleazy Jet, Stiff Nipples
Walkers or talkers:
Bang Cock, Eager Beaver, Haggis, Hot Steam, 10 Minutes Late for
10 minutes
Nice crowd turned up at Batthyany square at 12:30. You can guess that who writes the scribe was
the one who arrived last. It was quick
decision - the trail should start at the last stop of bus #11. The nominated
hare (Incredible Hulk) drove his car and taking four other hashers with
him. The rest of the group took the
public transportation. The hare grow up
to his task early on and skillfully find his way and arriving first to the starting
point. Nice snow covered the hills and
the trail was quite slippery. 10 Minutes
Late still not completely recovered from his scary experience two weeks earlier
and “freaked” out within few minutes. We
missed him and even in his absence the group sang BC’s favorite song in the
circle to commemorate to him.
The trail had some twists.
We learned how to fly over the snow and not leaving footprints behind
us. Over all it was fun and everybody survived with no injury. The Holy Hash Circle Ceremony was conducted
by our RA. In the circle we heard a
Cleveland hash song from Butt Buddy and learned that the Hash miss-management
works exactly the same way in Cleveland as in Budapest. He was elected to be the GM on a meeting
which he did not participate. The take
home message is that “You have to bear responsibilities for your actions even
if you do not act at all.”
We closed the circle by singing the hash hymn. Here you can listen to the inspirational song
of Johnny Cash "Swing Low, Sweet
Chariot.":
It is true the song was later be chosen to be
the Official England Rugby World Cup 2003 song
but
originates from the US:
The song is a nice example of the
interatlantic cultural relationship between the US & UK.
After the circle we ended up at Trombitas to have a nice dinner
and drink more beer.
OnOn
Stiff Nipples - reporting from the trail
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Budapest HHH are celebrating 30 years of hashing !!!
It will be the
weekend 25-27 October!
Come and join the old farts in one of the best Capital
Cities in Europe!
There will be accommodation organised, pub-crawl, trails,
party and goody-bag.
Budapest has got some of the cheapest beer, most beautiful
women, best culture (opera, museums, city architecture etc) and biggest variety
of Palinka (fruit spirits) in Europe. This is a city not to be missed!
Details of the registration to follow shortly !!!
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Hash Splash will be on July 14th – yeah on Bastille Day ;).
So te hash will have a non-standard meeting time, meet at 10:00 !!!
We plan to follow the same route as last year. Start at Romai, paddle upstream to Lupa Island and come back. Having the circe and lunch at Lupa Island which should include many beers.
If you plan to come please send an e-mail or call to GH (20-777-0428) and we will reserve the canoe for you. If the price did not increase from last year then it should cost $2500/day/canoe – appr for 4 persons.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
BH3 is 30 this year !!!!!
Greetings - OnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOn................
News of the Budapest Hashers 30 year celebrations late in 2013 will appear here soon !!!!!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Website update
On On....the hash continues
If our local hashers could just follow directions by emailing hash trash to me rather than just posting to the mailing list, this webpage would be updated more often. As it is...they do not, giving the appearance of inactivity. We are still here!!!
Anyone visiting wishing to hash I encourage you to turn up at our local starting point any Sunday at 11:30am. Feel free to write first if you are still not convinced.
On On
St.A
If our local hashers could just follow directions by emailing hash trash to me rather than just posting to the mailing list, this webpage would be updated more often. As it is...they do not, giving the appearance of inactivity. We are still here!!!
Anyone visiting wishing to hash I encourage you to turn up at our local starting point any Sunday at 11:30am. Feel free to write first if you are still not convinced.
On On
St.A
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
HASH TRASH Sunday 10 July 2011
If anyone had told me that I would be a scribe for arriving last BEFORE 1130hrs at the appointed place,
I would have laughed! Well the laugh is on me because as usual I arrived early, but unbelievably I was the LAST
one there....and so I have the reluctant (but enthusiastic?) honour.
This was one of the hottest days in 80 something years here in Budapest, so the
Hash only lived up to part of the it's motto.....in that there was drinking but no running involved. I cannot
remember the last time I only walked all the way on a trail!
Smokey Donkey decided he wanted to try out some Rom Kerts, so off we went to the 7th District, where some
prolific ones are to be found. Surprisingly only one was open at that time of the day....and that was Koleves.
So we enjoyed a drink there. However we witnessed a dog being abused rather badly by it's owner, so Smokey
Donkey was quick to shout at the owner to stop it. A consensus was echoed by some other patrons too, one of
whom also exchanged some words in Hungarian with the dog's owner. I guess the aggressive dog owner sized up his
position, and had it only been Smokey I am convinced he would have challenged him to a duel, but sensing he
was outnumbered, in his wisdom he refrained and backed off. I am sure Donkey was ready to beat the shit out of the
dog owner, given half a chance!
So having saved the poor dog we marched on to the
next venue, which was Grandios (or something like that). Luckily this place was well shaded by trees so it was
comfortable. Indeed so much so that we ended up having lunch there, along with some more drinks.This time
with little in the form of entertainment other than watching a bunch of hung over young
Americans who had obviously just woken up from partying the night before.
After a relaxing stop, we marched on.
The next stop along this arduous trail was a 'local' underground in the 8th District. Again without much incident.
The trail ended eventually in Varosliget at Kertem, which was quite busy and a number of dogs were running around
happily chasing each other. Smokey Donkey was still thinking about the abusive dog owner, so decided to find
out how to report such cruelty and abuse. There happened to be a stall for the WWF at Kertem, so he went and
enquired, and was advised he should just report it to the police, as there does not seem to be a body such as the
RSPCA in Hungary! Jaws recalled that on the previous Hash some Americans had their car broken into and valuables stolen, and they
had reported it to the police. But the police had still not arrived over a hour later when the hash had finished
the circle, so what chance is there that they would respond to a call for animal abuse?
But then this hash has it's fair share of Rabid animals and victims of Rabid animals. And even Rabid GMs for that
matter.....And then there is the constant entertaining victimisation of 'Customers' experienced by hashers at many
an etterem here in Hungary! One just does not know whether to laugh or cry. I guess you laugh when it happens to
someone else and you cry when it happens to you!
And so ended the hash.
In the true spirit of a
Hash there was a lot of drinking, but the problem being no running!
On On
Jaws, the scribe
I would have laughed! Well the laugh is on me because as usual I arrived early, but unbelievably I was the LAST
one there....and so I have the reluctant (but enthusiastic?) honour.
This was one of the hottest days in 80 something years here in Budapest, so the
Hash only lived up to part of the it's motto.....in that there was drinking but no running involved. I cannot
remember the last time I only walked all the way on a trail!
Smokey Donkey decided he wanted to try out some Rom Kerts, so off we went to the 7th District, where some
prolific ones are to be found. Surprisingly only one was open at that time of the day....and that was Koleves.
So we enjoyed a drink there. However we witnessed a dog being abused rather badly by it's owner, so Smokey
Donkey was quick to shout at the owner to stop it. A consensus was echoed by some other patrons too, one of
whom also exchanged some words in Hungarian with the dog's owner. I guess the aggressive dog owner sized up his
position, and had it only been Smokey I am convinced he would have challenged him to a duel, but sensing he
was outnumbered, in his wisdom he refrained and backed off. I am sure Donkey was ready to beat the shit out of the
dog owner, given half a chance!
So having saved the poor dog we marched on to the
next venue, which was Grandios (or something like that). Luckily this place was well shaded by trees so it was
comfortable. Indeed so much so that we ended up having lunch there, along with some more drinks.This time
with little in the form of entertainment other than watching a bunch of hung over young
Americans who had obviously just woken up from partying the night before.
After a relaxing stop, we marched on.
The next stop along this arduous trail was a 'local' underground in the 8th District. Again without much incident.
The trail ended eventually in Varosliget at Kertem, which was quite busy and a number of dogs were running around
happily chasing each other. Smokey Donkey was still thinking about the abusive dog owner, so decided to find
out how to report such cruelty and abuse. There happened to be a stall for the WWF at Kertem, so he went and
enquired, and was advised he should just report it to the police, as there does not seem to be a body such as the
RSPCA in Hungary! Jaws recalled that on the previous Hash some Americans had their car broken into and valuables stolen, and they
had reported it to the police. But the police had still not arrived over a hour later when the hash had finished
the circle, so what chance is there that they would respond to a call for animal abuse?
But then this hash has it's fair share of Rabid animals and victims of Rabid animals. And even Rabid GMs for that
matter.....And then there is the constant entertaining victimisation of 'Customers' experienced by hashers at many
an etterem here in Hungary! One just does not know whether to laugh or cry. I guess you laugh when it happens to
someone else and you cry when it happens to you!
And so ended the hash.
In the true spirit of a
Hash there was a lot of drinking, but the problem being no running!
On On
Jaws, the scribe
Hash Trash – 17 July 2011
It was a beautiful sunny day at Battyhany ter and not nearly as HOOOOT as the previous Sunday. Those who turned up were like the Marines, “the few and the proud.” We had a new cummer, a visitor from Sweden and two returnees. The group was “Three Times a Weenie” and his lady “Maringay” from Scotland via Al Ain in the UAE, “Just Jake” from Sweden and the Phnom Penh Hash, Jurgen from Germany, a long time resident in Budapest but a first time hasher, “Pussy Willow”, Run by Batteries”, “Rabies” on his bicycle and your scribe, “Bang Cock.
We hung around Battyhany for a bit thinking that Kinga might show up, LOL, and then took the #11 bus to the end of the line on Torokvesz ut except for Nata who had her red formula one car and Rabies who had his two wheel chain drive vehicle. It was agreed that Rabies would be the hare on his bicycle and then Three Times a Weenie and Just Jake volunteered to be co-hares. They set out to set the trail followed much later by the pack setting out at about 12:20.
With three hares and one on a bicycle they did lay a ell marked trail. Even all of the false trails were marked with an “X”.(and there were many false trails. I can never understand how the trail can always seem to be going up and never down. This was the case as we wandered back and forth through the woodland until we arrived at the look out that is built like a part of a castle up on Kecske-hegy. We were still feeling frisky at that point so in honor of the trou de cou that we have in the White House I led the group in a rendition of “Father Abdul Obama”. There was a family with children nearby and they were much amused.
Following that, the hares took off once more and after an interval so did the pack. Now here is where it began to unravel. Again the trail was well marked but was heading (Head…who said head?) in an odd direction. We again meandered through the woods down to Szepvolgyi ut but instead of going up or down the road OR turning back to the start, the trail took us across the road and up to several “scenic viewpoints” up and across on Harmashatar-hegy. By this time all of us believed that Rabies had departed as the hare and somehow had smuggled “Baldric” back to lay one of his fabled “Death Marches”. As in the Lord of the Rings, the road went ever on and on and on. Finally, out of water and on our last legs, we arrived at the old bar by the Hanger only to learn that the bar was closed last month. We all collapsed but managed to get some water from the taps in the rest rooms of the Hanger which is now being used as a hall for weddings and private parties.
From there after many death threats, Rabies promised to take the shortest route possible back to the start. Unfortunately most of us knew how far that was and we had no choice but to stumble and crawl in the direction that would lead us to the beer. Rabies still took us through some more “scenic viewpoints” for which he was verbally abused. (No one had the energy to get physical.) Finally we came down off the hills and, wouldn’t you just know it, the final half kilometer or so was uphill an heading in on Torokvesz ut. (Too tired to say Head…Who said Head.) Now I know how the prisoners on Bataan felt as I collapsed at the end and learning that it was almost 16:30 or 4:30 pm.
All in all, four hours on trail I feel is a bit much however well marked it was and however interesting it may have been. An hour and a half is fine. Two hours can work but over that I feel is punishing for a normal weekly hash. Comments???
Praise be to God but while we were finding bits of shade and flaking out on the curb, RBB went and got us some cold beer to help us recover so we could drag ourselves into some semblance of a circle. 3X did the RA honors and did a good job of it. We also realized that Just Jake had been hashing for a while but had not been named. Since he was a co-hare today that qualified him so after much deliberation he is now known as “ Hard Worn Hymen”. Everyone was too fatigued to have a long circle and when the bus came we made our way over to it and back down to Battyhany ter for a very nice (but very late) luncheon at a restaurant whose name escapes me. It is on the same side as the church but a block away on the street along side of the market. All’s well that ends well.
ON! ON!
BC
We hung around Battyhany for a bit thinking that Kinga might show up, LOL, and then took the #11 bus to the end of the line on Torokvesz ut except for Nata who had her red formula one car and Rabies who had his two wheel chain drive vehicle. It was agreed that Rabies would be the hare on his bicycle and then Three Times a Weenie and Just Jake volunteered to be co-hares. They set out to set the trail followed much later by the pack setting out at about 12:20.
With three hares and one on a bicycle they did lay a ell marked trail. Even all of the false trails were marked with an “X”.(and there were many false trails. I can never understand how the trail can always seem to be going up and never down. This was the case as we wandered back and forth through the woodland until we arrived at the look out that is built like a part of a castle up on Kecske-hegy. We were still feeling frisky at that point so in honor of the trou de cou that we have in the White House I led the group in a rendition of “Father Abdul Obama”. There was a family with children nearby and they were much amused.
Following that, the hares took off once more and after an interval so did the pack. Now here is where it began to unravel. Again the trail was well marked but was heading (Head…who said head?) in an odd direction. We again meandered through the woods down to Szepvolgyi ut but instead of going up or down the road OR turning back to the start, the trail took us across the road and up to several “scenic viewpoints” up and across on Harmashatar-hegy. By this time all of us believed that Rabies had departed as the hare and somehow had smuggled “Baldric” back to lay one of his fabled “Death Marches”. As in the Lord of the Rings, the road went ever on and on and on. Finally, out of water and on our last legs, we arrived at the old bar by the Hanger only to learn that the bar was closed last month. We all collapsed but managed to get some water from the taps in the rest rooms of the Hanger which is now being used as a hall for weddings and private parties.
From there after many death threats, Rabies promised to take the shortest route possible back to the start. Unfortunately most of us knew how far that was and we had no choice but to stumble and crawl in the direction that would lead us to the beer. Rabies still took us through some more “scenic viewpoints” for which he was verbally abused. (No one had the energy to get physical.) Finally we came down off the hills and, wouldn’t you just know it, the final half kilometer or so was uphill an heading in on Torokvesz ut. (Too tired to say Head…Who said Head.) Now I know how the prisoners on Bataan felt as I collapsed at the end and learning that it was almost 16:30 or 4:30 pm.
All in all, four hours on trail I feel is a bit much however well marked it was and however interesting it may have been. An hour and a half is fine. Two hours can work but over that I feel is punishing for a normal weekly hash. Comments???
Praise be to God but while we were finding bits of shade and flaking out on the curb, RBB went and got us some cold beer to help us recover so we could drag ourselves into some semblance of a circle. 3X did the RA honors and did a good job of it. We also realized that Just Jake had been hashing for a while but had not been named. Since he was a co-hare today that qualified him so after much deliberation he is now known as “ Hard Worn Hymen”. Everyone was too fatigued to have a long circle and when the bus came we made our way over to it and back down to Battyhany ter for a very nice (but very late) luncheon at a restaurant whose name escapes me. It is on the same side as the church but a block away on the street along side of the market. All’s well that ends well.
ON! ON!
BC
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Hash #1??? July 19 2011
Scribe - Baldrik
Woke up at 1030 and looked in the mirror and as usual thought why am I an arsehole. Walked down the stairs ensuring not to tread in the shit that someone deposited a week ago. Delivered hare, Tititata to the start via 16 bus and still arrived last after walkers Haggis, Hot Steam, and Ten Minutes Late and runners Giving Head, Hulk, Jaws, Rabies and Stiff Nipples. Caught the metro to Moszkva Tér and then tram 61 replacement bus to old mental hospital. Didn't book into hospital but went to a little cake shop where Hulk and Haggis tucked into cakes while we gave the live hare a head start. We set off in light drizzle up and up, through numerous checks, ending at the viewing tower at Kis-Hárs-hegy. Bit too windy and precarious for me to go to the top, where Rabies described the various buildings including the secret institute to other runners. Then down and up to Nagy-Hárs-hegy less precarious viewing tower. Whilst taking in the views and Rabies describing the wrong hills, a rare event happened, Giving Head who was asking about some road that was missing, admitted to being wrong. Then down to a 24 hour beer stop at Szép Juhászné where met the hare and found a surprising choice of bottled beers. I noted what the nearby harmless alcoholic was drinking (not the hare) and was shocked to only pay 125ft. Is this the cheapest bottled beer in BP? The hare set off and the walkers arrived, Ten minutes late as usual complaining and Haggis generously handing out pogácsas. The runners set off through a rambling forest track and then down where Stiff Nipples spilled his own blood with a dramatic acrobatic gambol (given a 5.8 by Rabies). A few more checks and then onto Nagy-rét Merry-go-round area, then a huge penis on a war memorial, then finishing at the children's railway terminus where they they strangely sell beer. Waited a while for the walkers and then the circle disturbed by the beautiful steam engine (not Hot Steam) with lots of songs and laughter. A nearby caged dog was offered beer and refused. Then all off to a little restaurant where we sat outside and were offered 3 chicken wings with a part removed. Ten Minutes Late seemed to be required by the waitress to hand out food and drink for the rest. Most had pizza, my goose was good and the knuckle looked OK. Then the replacement bus back home. When we got to the Városmajor park Giving Head shouted that we should get off the bus and go for another drink. Luckily it was happy hour for cocktails. Haggis, Hulk and Giving Head ordered an Orgasm and Jaws a margarita. Incidently a cocktail from wikipedia: An Incredible Hulk, a green-coloured cocktail made by equal parts of the fruit liqueur Hpnotiq and Hennessy cognac poured over ice. Lots of jokes about the cocktails especially as Haggis was trying to break up her orgasm ice in a familiar manner. Unfortunately it all turned sour when Jaws was charged the non happy hour price, solved only after the manager gave the reduction saying don't get nervous. Perhaps he'd heard form Il Treno. We all went our separate ways after another fun day out.
Woke up at 1030 and looked in the mirror and as usual thought why am I an arsehole. Walked down the stairs ensuring not to tread in the shit that someone deposited a week ago. Delivered hare, Tititata to the start via 16 bus and still arrived last after walkers Haggis, Hot Steam, and Ten Minutes Late and runners Giving Head, Hulk, Jaws, Rabies and Stiff Nipples. Caught the metro to Moszkva Tér and then tram 61 replacement bus to old mental hospital. Didn't book into hospital but went to a little cake shop where Hulk and Haggis tucked into cakes while we gave the live hare a head start. We set off in light drizzle up and up, through numerous checks, ending at the viewing tower at Kis-Hárs-hegy. Bit too windy and precarious for me to go to the top, where Rabies described the various buildings including the secret institute to other runners. Then down and up to Nagy-Hárs-hegy less precarious viewing tower. Whilst taking in the views and Rabies describing the wrong hills, a rare event happened, Giving Head who was asking about some road that was missing, admitted to being wrong. Then down to a 24 hour beer stop at Szép Juhászné where met the hare and found a surprising choice of bottled beers. I noted what the nearby harmless alcoholic was drinking (not the hare) and was shocked to only pay 125ft. Is this the cheapest bottled beer in BP? The hare set off and the walkers arrived, Ten minutes late as usual complaining and Haggis generously handing out pogácsas. The runners set off through a rambling forest track and then down where Stiff Nipples spilled his own blood with a dramatic acrobatic gambol (given a 5.8 by Rabies). A few more checks and then onto Nagy-rét Merry-go-round area, then a huge penis on a war memorial, then finishing at the children's railway terminus where they they strangely sell beer. Waited a while for the walkers and then the circle disturbed by the beautiful steam engine (not Hot Steam) with lots of songs and laughter. A nearby caged dog was offered beer and refused. Then all off to a little restaurant where we sat outside and were offered 3 chicken wings with a part removed. Ten Minutes Late seemed to be required by the waitress to hand out food and drink for the rest. Most had pizza, my goose was good and the knuckle looked OK. Then the replacement bus back home. When we got to the Városmajor park Giving Head shouted that we should get off the bus and go for another drink. Luckily it was happy hour for cocktails. Haggis, Hulk and Giving Head ordered an Orgasm and Jaws a margarita. Incidently a cocktail from wikipedia: An Incredible Hulk, a green-coloured cocktail made by equal parts of the fruit liqueur Hpnotiq and Hennessy cognac poured over ice. Lots of jokes about the cocktails especially as Haggis was trying to break up her orgasm ice in a familiar manner. Unfortunately it all turned sour when Jaws was charged the non happy hour price, solved only after the manager gave the reduction saying don't get nervous. Perhaps he'd heard form Il Treno. We all went our separate ways after another fun day out.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
June 5th 2010 - Red Dress Run
I really don’t know how this happened, but I was actually arrived after everybody else at the starting point, which means I get to do the Hash Trash this week. However, as there have been a few contributions already sent in, I’ll just copy them in below and save some of my valuable time;
Giving Head: “It was an excellent, very well designed trail with two beer stops, several views, beautiful weather, great dresses and even greater company. The Hares did a really good job, our RA was even better. So it was very much enjoyable.”
Better Laid Than Never: “That was a fun day with great hares.”
Baldric: “Sorry”
Bang Cock: “I don't think you have anything to be sorry about.”
Peddling Pussy: “So what is left to do? Looking at the mirror in the morning, thinking "why am I an asshole???"
And as a final greeting to the rest of the attendees;
Peddling Pussy: “FUCK YOU ALL”
Well, quite a good overview of the day and not too much I can add to that.
Except, it was a really great Red Dress Run, which took place in and around the Castle District, with a couple of beer stops, good weather and a selection of male Hashers with very bad dress sense, including;
Sex Tax, who looked very pretty in his new red frock, complemented by his fingernails, beautifully varnished in a delicate shade of pink.
Burnt Toast, who had the nicest legs out of the whole group, including the female Hashers, and who looked absolutely stunning in his new dress, with a neckline, which accentuated his under developed, but rapidly developing cleavage, and set off with a little hair band (or in his case head band) with a single flower jauntily placed on the side of his head.
Baldric, with his bright red clingy, tightly-fitting little number, which tended to cling rather too much to some of the more prominent, real of imagined, parts of his body.
Incredible Hulk, who looked even more frightening than usual with his new shade of red mascara, which clashed badly with his rather large boa, which he seemed to be constantly stroking, pulling and wrapping around his neck.
Bang Cock, who looked particularly fetching in his new pink bonnet. The price tag on the back added a certain ‘Je ne sais quoi’ and his dress, with low cut and very revealing neckline, didn’t reveal much at all of his less than ample bosom.
And last but not least, Stiff Nipples, who actually looks better in a dress than he does when he dresses like a man, wore a pretty, summery red and white print design, cut slightly above his knees to show off his shapely legs and other various bits and pieces to maximum effect, especially whenever he did a twirl, which was quite frequently.
We had one visitor from out of town – Cairo to be exact. I believe his name was Cow Piss or perhaps Camel Piss – well, some kind of piss anyway.
Kristzina (I don’t know her hash name) made a very rare appearance and badly insulted me at the first beer stop by telling this German u-boat captain look-alike on our table that I was German. “What makes you think I’m German?” I asked, “Because you speak Dutch”, she said. Oh yeah, I hadn’t thought of that! Very logical!!
She also brought along her dog, Ernie, who incredibly has 2 different coloured eyes, just like his owner.
At our second beer stop outside a disused railway carriage kind of restaurant opposite Deli p.u. we managed to basically occupy the whole terrace section, except for one table in the corner where 4 German visitors were sitting down to eat a nice quiet, peaceful Sunday lunch and wishing that they had gone somewhere else where they wouldn’t be surrounded by a group of noisy, anti-social, obviously Communist, beer swilling psychopathic cross dressing Untermenschen. Oh dear, how sad, never mind and we look forward to welcoming you again to our beautiful Lebensraum im Osten.
From there, we went on for lunch to Moskva ter, which isn’t called Moskva ter any longer, but I prefer Moskva ter because I can remember Moskva ter much easier than the new name, which I can’t remember, but I’m certain that everybody reading this will know where Moskva ter is, even if they don’t call it Moskva ter any more.
We ended up in Il Treno, where there was some kind of beer drinking incident, which I unfortunately missed due to prostate issues and which upset the waitress, resulting in Baldric watering the plants with his beer, promptly evacuating the area and, as I am reliable informed, causing him to look in the mirror the next morning and think to himself, “why am I an asshole???”
All in all a rather interesting Red Dress Run. Can't wait for the next one.
OnOn
10 Minutes Late
Giving Head: “It was an excellent, very well designed trail with two beer stops, several views, beautiful weather, great dresses and even greater company. The Hares did a really good job, our RA was even better. So it was very much enjoyable.”
Better Laid Than Never: “That was a fun day with great hares.”
Baldric: “Sorry”
Bang Cock: “I don't think you have anything to be sorry about.”
Peddling Pussy: “So what is left to do? Looking at the mirror in the morning, thinking "why am I an asshole???"
And as a final greeting to the rest of the attendees;
Peddling Pussy: “FUCK YOU ALL”
Well, quite a good overview of the day and not too much I can add to that.
Except, it was a really great Red Dress Run, which took place in and around the Castle District, with a couple of beer stops, good weather and a selection of male Hashers with very bad dress sense, including;
Sex Tax, who looked very pretty in his new red frock, complemented by his fingernails, beautifully varnished in a delicate shade of pink.
Burnt Toast, who had the nicest legs out of the whole group, including the female Hashers, and who looked absolutely stunning in his new dress, with a neckline, which accentuated his under developed, but rapidly developing cleavage, and set off with a little hair band (or in his case head band) with a single flower jauntily placed on the side of his head.
Baldric, with his bright red clingy, tightly-fitting little number, which tended to cling rather too much to some of the more prominent, real of imagined, parts of his body.
Incredible Hulk, who looked even more frightening than usual with his new shade of red mascara, which clashed badly with his rather large boa, which he seemed to be constantly stroking, pulling and wrapping around his neck.
Bang Cock, who looked particularly fetching in his new pink bonnet. The price tag on the back added a certain ‘Je ne sais quoi’ and his dress, with low cut and very revealing neckline, didn’t reveal much at all of his less than ample bosom.
And last but not least, Stiff Nipples, who actually looks better in a dress than he does when he dresses like a man, wore a pretty, summery red and white print design, cut slightly above his knees to show off his shapely legs and other various bits and pieces to maximum effect, especially whenever he did a twirl, which was quite frequently.
We had one visitor from out of town – Cairo to be exact. I believe his name was Cow Piss or perhaps Camel Piss – well, some kind of piss anyway.
Kristzina (I don’t know her hash name) made a very rare appearance and badly insulted me at the first beer stop by telling this German u-boat captain look-alike on our table that I was German. “What makes you think I’m German?” I asked, “Because you speak Dutch”, she said. Oh yeah, I hadn’t thought of that! Very logical!!
She also brought along her dog, Ernie, who incredibly has 2 different coloured eyes, just like his owner.
At our second beer stop outside a disused railway carriage kind of restaurant opposite Deli p.u. we managed to basically occupy the whole terrace section, except for one table in the corner where 4 German visitors were sitting down to eat a nice quiet, peaceful Sunday lunch and wishing that they had gone somewhere else where they wouldn’t be surrounded by a group of noisy, anti-social, obviously Communist, beer swilling psychopathic cross dressing Untermenschen. Oh dear, how sad, never mind and we look forward to welcoming you again to our beautiful Lebensraum im Osten.
From there, we went on for lunch to Moskva ter, which isn’t called Moskva ter any longer, but I prefer Moskva ter because I can remember Moskva ter much easier than the new name, which I can’t remember, but I’m certain that everybody reading this will know where Moskva ter is, even if they don’t call it Moskva ter any more.
We ended up in Il Treno, where there was some kind of beer drinking incident, which I unfortunately missed due to prostate issues and which upset the waitress, resulting in Baldric watering the plants with his beer, promptly evacuating the area and, as I am reliable informed, causing him to look in the mirror the next morning and think to himself, “why am I an asshole???”
All in all a rather interesting Red Dress Run. Can't wait for the next one.
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10 Minutes Late
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