There were almost more Hares than regular Hashers at the last week´s Hash - in addition to Balls Crusher, Lost'n Found and Diplomaniac, Amr turned up at Al Jalaa as well, complete with wife, 3 kids and the baby-sitter. Well, the more the merrier, but Wise Pranker, still looking haggard from his last Friday's fall, made a sour face at the unusually thin wad of Hash cash notes in his hand. He did not run, but made good use of the time preparing quite delicious shwarmas and some tidbits to go with it.
The EU norm for beer bottles was still in force, however, while Almaza makers have gone the opposite way and keep producing the 1/2 l bottles only: the former are too small, the latter too big; one is never satisfied - at least the one typing this :-). The run was set in the Halboun area, starting from a flat valley, green with fig orchards.
On arrival, the Hares discovered a slight hitch - the paint was left in Ab Flab´s car, who delivered Lost and Found to Al Jalaa and then had to go back to work, the situation in Lebanon not getting any better. An elaborate cover-up was thought up (which was supposed to be kept secret, but in the end Seli blurted it all out at the Hares' downdown): the trail was to be set without the paint and Ab Flab was asked to get the hell there with the paint before the convoy arrives. The hell get there she did and streaked off with Seli in the car after the Lost to be found. Then they each duly decorated their parts of the run. Miraculously, it worked, and Plan B - a live Hash - did not need to be resorted to. Seli was back in time to welcome the Hashers and gave them the task to find the Lost again. In the meantime, the walking Hares had exhausted themselves by climbing over the rocky outcrop above the valley (1 500m) and therefore took the walkers along an easy alternative route. Even so, some did not make it, while others were disappointed (Sorry, Huda).
After the downdown for the crowd of Hares, the one for the Virgins soon had everyone in stitches: the two Syrian sisters kept chattering to each other and the RA, despite the height of his office and stature, couldn't get a word in edgeways. Even when he finally started his speech, one of the Virgins kept going, seemingly not paying any attention to him. Just before RA's nerves snapped, it was made clear by their friend, that this was not a case of gross Hash disrespect, but of a simultaneous translation, the other sister having no English... This little diversion confirmed yet again that to say something - anything - in Arabic takes considerably longer than in any other language, with the possible exception of Finnish; but while a Syrian's utterances are packed with words, a Finn's are stretched out with pauses....
There were returnee's, Romeo and Julliette, and also Cunning Stunt was back with us, but did not qualify, after only two weeks' absence. (Last time I forgot to mention the returnee Moor/Miguel, who cited fear of punishment for having stayed away for more than a year. I don't know what he was afraid of this time, but he did not turn up.)
There did not seem to have been any sinners (Lost and Found having redeemed himself), but we had another sad downdown of "Last Damascus Hash" for Seli, the fittest Hasher (even White Thrashed, who might object, usually comes back sweaty and red in the face). Though she has been a frequent Hasher and a Hare a couple of times, AND is going very very far (New Zealand) so she is not likely to do the bad penny trick any time soon, she did not get a farewell gift...
Did I forget anybody? Probably.
Onon,
Diplomaniac
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