A pleasant and, incredibly, new site near Sednaya was found by White Thrashed and René, who also managed to map out a good trail for the walkers, without actually soiling it with their sweat and the blue paint - they just spotted it from the top of the run with their eagle eyes. The walkers, hared by Diplomaniac, enjoyed it and did not have to wait too long for the bar to open, Wise Pranker being one of the first runners to arrive.
The down downs, delayed by our RA Littlejohn until the sun was almost down as well, went to:
the 2 Hares (the walkers' Hare was not eligible for the honour, as she was chosen on the spur of the moment);
the 2 Virgins, a cute blondie from Finland, whose name nobody got as it sounded very Finnish, and almost as cute Spaniard, Sebastian. The ceremony was disrupted by a curious love stunt on the ice performed by Sebastian and Cunning Stunt, cunningly staged by the latter;
Karen, for being a FRB in the middle of the run, despite having modestly asked the runners not to mind her lagging behind....
Wise Pranker and Cunning Stunt, who were accused of being crossed eyed and crisscrossing the trail without stopping at the checks;
White Thrashed again for having forgotten to attach the Hash Trash attachment to his email to Rowdy. Wise Pranker was thrown in with him, looking totally innocent as always, of whatever he had done or hadn't done.
To wind up, the RA lured Diplomaniac in, pretending to welcome her back after a few weeks of forced absence, but then treacherously turned it into a downdown for sex on the Hash - a threesome to boot, which was in truth a foursome - the informer, probably one of the last walkers to make it in, failed to notice the failed attempt to adjust the shawls on the Virgin's back(side) by the male culprit, who was - surprise, surprise - no other than Omar Shariff. His other two victims were June and the walkers' Hare (who has no recollection of it at that stage of the Hash).
At the end of the Hash a comic accident occurred - at least for those watching. Diplomaniac made a careless step backwards, slipped on the ice (who would expect ice in Syria in June?) and landed flat on her back on it. Before she could catch another cold, several pairs of kind, manly hands hoisted her on her feet, while Littlejohn limited himself to a caustic (and quite unjustified) remark "Drunk again..." - even if he (or was it some other, kinder Hasher? - [it was Rowdy]) did add admiringly "She did not even spill the beer...."
On on,
your returned correspondent
Diplomaniac ( formerly known as Blanka)
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