Tuesday, 26 July 2005

Hash Trash for Run No. 1306 - 22 July 2005

Learning that the hash last week was to be set by an exclusively male team in an improbable combination of Little John and King Arthur, I volunteered at the last minute to be their Marian, as I thought a woman's touch might be needed. I could have spared myself the (considerable) trouble though, as Little John was firmly in command and took no nonsense from either his king nor Robin Hood's sweetheart. (Question of the week: Who is Robin Hood?)

To avoid the lunchtime heat, it was decided to set the trail at the crack of dawn - well, early. For ecological reasons, we all went in John's car, who kindly made a detour to Jaafour. We drove to the site where Little John and Sally set the Hash some months ago. I did penance for taking it easy last time, trudging along on foot the whole trail, but was thankfully dispensed of doing the false trails. The sun was beating down on the steep slopes we were climbing, so the early start did not make much difference. Afterwards we collapsed in the spare shade of an olive tree.

Remembering the awful muck up of finding this spot previously, Little John wisely decided to lead the convoy from Al Jalaa, so the hash started on time. I got there on my own well ahead of the crowd and while waiting, had to fight off several concerned rescuers.

There was a good number of runners, but only a few walkers. We were supposed to meet half way for a 'hash flash', but the runners did not keep to the time table, as they were, as usual, mostly walking, and my walkers mutinized and refused to wait for them. For this they were punished by having to find their own way, opting for some reason for a difficult climb up to the asphalt road, while their leader (me) stuck it out on the designated inhospitable spot for another half an hour for fear of incurring the wrath of L.John, who entrusted me with his camera. I finally gave up but somebody else had a camera and the picture was duly taken, albeit without the walkers. All found their way eventually to the food and beer provided by R+P; the latter run out fairly quickly, though the thirsty mouths were not all that numerous.

There was a couple of virgins [Joe Yackley, temporary US resident working on the next issue of 'Emerging Syria'], but the highlight of the down down was the christening of Katarina, who is to be known henceforward as Stone Breaker - not a play on words, but a variation of her surname. The bad news is that she is defecting to the Jordanian hashers. Still, we don't hold that against her, wish her all the best and hope to welcome her in our midst sometime, when she finds Jordan too small.

Rafi and yours truly were punished for the crime of sex on the hash - don't ask me why - and then again for I forgot what. Also punished was a complainer from the US team [Dean].

More bad news is that you will have to do without my hash trash and, even worse, myself, for the next 5 weeks or so; I shall miss you all.

On on
Blanka

Warning:
Beware of a vicious creeper plant which looks totally innocent, all pleasantly green and soft and devoid of any thorns, but is incredibly horny; step on it and it passionately embraces your legs with its tentacle-like stalks, drawing globules of blood, as if it were some flesh eating plant; may be it is. But don't worry, no lasting ill effects, just a temporary disfiguration.