Tuesday, 13 September 2005
Hash trash of last Friday (the lucky double 9.) in Barada Springs
The trail was in fact set by 3 hares, the third one having been snared on arrival from a long European "break", before she got over the jet-lag (otherwise she might have had thought twice about it).
Due to some irresponsible changes of the landscape, the setting of the trail did not go quite according to plan, resulting in Rowdy's, who was doing most of the leg work, getting lost in the rocks, to be rescued by Sharif's ingenious scheme to have the runners follow the paint backwards. As usual, Rowdy took the blame without a word of protest and sat seemingly quite happily on the ice, pouring most of the shandy over his head. It obviously was not fit for consumption. An abandoned spade kept him company, as it did to a couple of more sinners and virgins. At this point I would like to remark, that it is getting a bit cold for this kind of punishment...
The walkers were left to the orientation skills of the third hare, which got them back to the cars safe and sound and in the time limit; the runners were exceptionally all back before them, though no short cutting had been admitted to. What´s more, they picked up a hitch-hiker: Ogunu arrived with a real life chameleon clinging to his armpit. There was an argument, whether the little creature was trying to make friends with the vividly green dragons on his T-shirt or was attracted by Ogunu´s (de)odorant. There should be many hash flashes on the site, showing various parts of Ogunu's body, depending on where the chameleon chose to position itself. We all know now, that a chameleon, apart from the ability to change colour, has two sharp claws on his feet and can roll his eyes in all directions, each one independently of the other - one wonders what sort of a picture of us he was getting.... For this interesting glimpse into Mother Nature ingenuity, Ogunu was rewarded by a down down, but all he cared about was his new little pet not getting the least bit of a taste for beer.
Nevertheless, despite the perfect weather conditions and plentiful food and drinks, it was a rather subdued hash, perhaps due to the absence of our Religious adviser, who is at the moment nursing his wounds in the green pastures of Ireland. Inshallah, we shall soon have him back, fully recovered.
On, on Blanka, the snared hare.
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