Monday, 16 January 2006
This week's Hares, Wise Owl and Jobbish Behaviour, had reportedly put in an exceptional effort, involving native guides in taxis, and promised a comfortable flat Hash among the farms of the Gotha, so when in the morning the sun broke through the clouds, I stopped trying to sweat out a persistent Egyptian flu and dragged myself out of bed, in order to check out this novel Hash site.
However, at the Al Jallaa, where only a round dozen of Hashers gathered (should Friday the 13th be blamed?), a change of venue was announced: at the first spill of the blue paint, an over-zealous mukhabarak got suspicious of our Haresī activities, made them return to their car and produce IDīs. He let them go eventually, but it was the end of THAT Hash trail.
My suggestion to try the Golan instead was overruled by the wiser heads of Wise Pranker and Cunning Stunt, who lead us to a safer area up in the mountains beyond Halboun. The Hares were given a 10 minutes head start in an attempt to change a live Hash into a dead one. (Is there any other opposite to live than dead???).
Half of the Hashers were walkers, who were left to their own devices, which lead them with an amazing foresight along the runners trail even before it was laid, but only half of them finished the steepish climb to be rewarded by a panoramatic view of distant snowy peaks from a windy ridge, where they were finally overtaken by the Hares, who burst into a sudden energetic trot at the sight of them and conscientiously spilling the paint disappeared again in a drizzling cloud. A mysterious rival group of Hashers was spotted in the other valley.
A good hour later we were all happily reunited in front of an impromptu snack-bar in an empty concrete hut, where Wise Pranker kept the hot wine and Sawsua's delicious soup on the boil, sacrificing his run to the Hashers's comfort - thank you Paul, it was appreciated, especially by people with a cold! He also had a blazing fire going for the down downs, which had to be collectively improvised in the absence of both Religious Adviser and his deputy.
The trail was simultaneously found too short and too long - a contradiction totally acceptable in the Hashers' logic - but got good ratings overall. The Hares were appropriately given a 2nd down down for the crime of getting themselves nearly arrested on the Hash. There seemed to be only one Virgin, Jobbish Behaviour's compatriot Alexander, before a pair of virginal grandparents was hauled forward, having been initially overlooked. To compensate for this slight, they were hastily and unceremoniously christened Romeo and Juliet. While we enjoyed the drinks in the warmth of the fire, a black cloud burst over Damascus with a mighty thunder, but not a drop fell on us. Brook was our Hash Flasher this time.
On on,
Blanka
A quiz for an attentive reader:
1/ How many Hashers were on in total?
2/ How many walkers started the walk and how many gave up midway?
3/ How many runners run?
4/ How many Virgins got down downs?
5/ Is the proportional representation of female Hashers (further to be referred to as Hasheress') on the Hashes generally in accordance with the directive No. 1 of the Hasheress' Union (yet to be founded if so desired)? A clue, based on a long-time observation of Hashers's behaviour but leading, nowhere: some Hashers are couples, some would like to be and some become one.
Correct answers only to be sent before yesterday to your correspondent
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