The last of the March Hashes could be described as "mad as a March hare" and our Hares, Jobbish Behaviour and René, were nearly driven mad by the long wait they had to endure. The Hash should more fittingly have taken place the following day - perhaps the Webmaster had thought it WAS the 1st of April, when he sent his hash mail advising everybody not to worry about the summer time change: it would take effect only AFTER the Hash. This mis-information was later corrected, so the conscientious Hashers turned up at the right time (first to arrive was Julian - trust the military for punctuality - with Blanka, who hitched a ride with him, because she could not trust herself to be fully awake at this early hour), the doubting ones trickled in gradually as the (summer) time went by, the prudent ones kept to the rule of the golden mean and arrived at 1 PM (White Thrashed, who was rewarded by applause for his fine timing), and the trusting ones (Sharif and a friend) got there long after everybody had left but, thanks to the fact that the convoy got more than usually lost and took a record time of 2 hours to get to the site repeatedly performing difficult turn abouts and going up and down the same scenic roads, and to the quite remarkable navigating skills of Sharif, they caught up with us well before the end of our wandering in the desert. Finally, and seemingly by pure chance, we stumbled upon our Hares, on top of a windy plateau beyond the Cherubin Monastery (above Sednaya), with panoramic views, including the Bloudan mountains with the last patches of snow.
Without too much further ado, the runners and walkers set off on their separate ways.The walkers had all the leisure to admire the splendour of the flowering fruit trees, but even so they, in turn, had to wait about for the Hares' and runners' return. First to appear eventually was Wise Pranker, walking down slowly, almost backwards, perhaps in the hope to be caught up by the other runners, but only Peter popped up. They claimed to have lost the trail for lack of paint. Some time later, White Thrashed came trotting in, chest to Balls Crusher's chest, gallantly let her overtake him at the finishing line and then started the run all over again. (Here a correction must be inserted: last time he WAS among those who crushed Seli, the first to do so....). Faced with an uprising by the thirsting multitude, Paul, breaking one Hash rule or another, opened his Horn of Plenty for consumption before everybody arrived, in double the allotted time and emerging from all directions, some looking pretty near exhaustion. It took the RA a while to catch his breath before starting on the down downs:
For the Hares: the run was predictably deemed too short; also short of women and, more importantly, of paint which was the reason given by short cutters, too numerous too be awarded a down down.
For the Virgins: Carol, who supervises the spreading of English, and Manfred, who supervises the supply of electricity - up to you to judge, who is more successful.
For Dean, for his inexcusable excuse for joining the walkers, because he found there were prettier people amongst them. RA thought this little flattering to Seli and bid her to pour beer on the offender's head but good sport that she is, she chose to drink it instead. (Who noticed what a pretty picture she made against the backdrop of the mountains performing yoga's Natarajasana ?). The affair was smoothed over by "quantity over quality" or some such platitude.
For Wise Pranker, for an unprecedentedly confused leadership of the convoy.
For the Hares again, for an novel but unfortunately unexplained approach to setting the trail.
But how come the Webmaster escaped all punishment for his considerable share in the confusion? The ice, artfully arranged by Paul, was there, ready and waiting!
Co se me tyce, byl to jeden z lepsich vyletu - prochazka rizna a pri obtiznejsim sestupu me podpirali hned dva ochotni muzi a treti, na ktereho se nedostala ruka, me chtel nest na zadech... Pomsta sice vysla jen na pul, ale aspon to.
The sun was nearly setting and it was getting rather nippy, when the Hashers broke up to try to find their way back. Hope everybody managed.....
On on
Blanka
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