The Hash was set by Hares White Trashed and Mardek above the Wadi Barada at a slightly new site in the neighbourhood of several previous Hashes. The convoy was late leaving, but otherwise managed fine - small merit, though, as the Hares were leading it all the way from Al Jalaa, having set the trail the day before (it was not washed away this time).
Downdowns were officiated by Dean, as Littlejohn was absent yet again, and accompanied by Hash songs (the "blushing" variations), rendered by - you guessed it - Minstrel Cycle. It was he also, who did not rest till most everybody was shouting "It sucked" at the down down for the Hares.
Further there was a "3 in 1" down down for : One virgin, who described herself as "cute", one "mean" mother - the Virgin's - for not producing the daughter on the Hash before, and one returnee, who seemed to have preferred the weather in Holland to the one in Syria. Not clear who her Dutch husband was.
Another downdown, labelled "unruly behaviour", was for Thomas, the Finn, for reading Voltaire - was it ? under a tree, and Selly for coming in last and by a different route (?)......
Sinners were Sharif, Laura, and (?) for sitting down on Paulīs truck during the circle - they were made to sit on the ice instead. Laura was later allowed to make the stain on her pants symmetrical - for sex on the Hash; initially, she only admitted a possible attempt at seducing the nature, by taking off too many pieces of clothing; under duress, she eventually confessed, but letīs not spread evil gossip on this pristine site.
Too many Hashers sinned against the Hash dress code to fit on the little bit of ice left, or to waste good beer, or even bad beer, on them.
Sadly, it was Deanīs last Damascus Hash and he received a good bye downdown and the yellow 5 Hare T- shirt to remember the Syrian Hash, Hashers and Hasheresses by. He will be missed.
There was plentiful barbecue with a.o. delicious sausages brought by Rowdy from his many recent travels and cooked by Arthur and Sharif. For the vegetarians there was pizza, and also lots of titbits for those with a sweet tooth. The evening turned so pleasant, that for all we know, Rowdy might have spent the night up there, in his directorīs chair (not that he was directing anything, except beer into his mouth).
Onon,
"Diplomaniac"
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