‘Melting in the Sun’ was the theme of last week’s hash. The runners struggled upwards for a steep climb in the blazing sun, and came back down the other side of the mountain along a path of very loose rocks. They were treated to no less than 7 checkpoints along the way  . Meanwhile, the walkers managed to trudge along a mostly flat area, and mostly on the main asphalt road  . 

Having finally returned to the starting point, totally worn out  , everyone got into their cars and began heading towards Ogunu Land for the much needed down-downs and BBQ, where Mrs Ogunu was waiting to welcome a hord of stinky, sweaty strangers into her house and garden. By the pool, she had laid out delicious side dishes for the BBQ meats for the hungry, while the coolness of her swimming pool enticed a few hashers to take a plunge. 

But all was not just fun, for the curse of Friday 13th struck a week late. On the road back to Damascus, there were, not one, but two, separate accidents involving hash vehicles. Details are as yet unconfirmed, but it seems that one hash car rammed into the rear end of another hash car, which in turn dived into the rear end of yet another hash car. Great fun! In the other incident, a hash car was struck by a lorry, which further jolted it into a passing service minibus  . More fun. No major injuries were reported. 

By around 8 pm, all hashers with a life, had left to go on to their Friday night parties. Those without a life, outstayed their welcome till the wee hours of the morning, when the Ogunu family had gone to bed    and the hashers remained in the living room singing lame Abba songs.

This week there will be no hash in Damascus. Hashers will have to head out to Mashta al Hlou for the weekend hash.

On-On,

Salwa.