Tuesday, 19 July 2005

Hash Trash for Run No. 1305 - 15 July 2005

Despite widespread rumours of Katarina finally becoming a Hare, last Friday's Hash in Barada Springs was hared by Rowdy, Omar and Blanka, whom the Religious Adviser, back from the green Ireland, made to sit on the ice for allegedly setting the trail by car, although the accusers were not able to explain, how the car rode over the rocky mountain; neither were they able to supply any proofs, thanks to the Guardian Angel of cars flying about, when my self-proclaimed hash-driver backed the guilty vehicle into a deep ditch.

Whichever way, the Hares set the trail in the relentless early afternoon sun, while the runners and walkers, when they eventually got there with an hour delay (the whole convoy managed to get lost, despite of the location being a well trodden Hash site; again allegedly, the paint at the crucial turn off had been eaten by sheep.), were able to enjoy the exercise in the cool shade of the mountain ridge. The charged atmosphere upon their arrival was diffused by one hasher's contagious bursts of laughter, released at regular intervals for no apparent reason.

There were complaints of not enough thorny plants, quite justified: one of the two female virgins arrived in ballet shoes and billowing skirt and was nevertheless able to do the whole walk without visible injuries, as opposed to some runners in hot pants. No thanks, though, were forthcoming, not even from lady hashers, for finding, for once, a down down site next to ample and discreet facilities.

There was one unmistakably virgin car, but nobody thought to pour beer over it. As the car was a vintage Rolls Royce, it is perhaps understandable, that his owner chose to be a shortcutter.

Everybody's force was replenished by enormous hamburgers, barbecued by Omar Sharif, except for the "chef" himself, who was left with a number of bun-less burgers: some person/s unknown, most likely vegetarians, gobbled his share of bread with just the tasty humus and salad. At least he did not run out beers, thanks to the spacious fridge on wheels of Rafi and Paul.

All things considered, and although no substitute for the originally announced Splash Hash (as far as this Hare is concerned), it wasn't a bad hash as hashes go, except that it ended, just as it started, with an hour delay, due to a hair-rising traffic jam on the Bloudan road, which, it is to be hoped, cannot be blamed on either the hares or the Executive Hash Committee. Luckily, the crush was not due to a horrendous accident, but to the mass return of picnickers and the rush of the local revelers for the night life of the Capital. As Omar was finishing his last beer in Rowdy's wheels and the Guardian Angel was still around, car and yours faithfully escaped also this hazard without a scratch.

Time to cut this long story short, in order to avoid a down down for "time abuse of busy people" - or should it be "abuse of busy people's time" - John?

On, on,
5x Hare Blanka