For Diplomaniac's final fling with DH3, it was back to the familiar stamping grounds in Talfita - also a good spot for a barbecue. The Hares did not set anything too energetic and managed a check at a good viewpoint. Some sparse trail and confusion about the different forms of checks added to the run's interest, so the hashers were soon scattered all over the rolling hills, but no one got lost!
The walkers' trail cut through the deviations of the runners, so the two groups were at times in some contact.
Wise Pranker lost no time in setting the barbecues and willing helpers gathered brushwood to speed the flames while Mardek conducted some quality control on the apple crop.
White Trashed managed to wake up in time for the Hash, a feat he did not manage the previous evening after being invited to a dinner by Mamoun (he of the fancy new wagon sporting the model name of a hot capsicum) - it seems the comfort of his armchair was just too great.
The fifteen or so faithful gathered for a chatty circle while down downs were awarded to the hares, to White Trashed for his Rip van Winkle act, to Hans and The Moor for their sartorial elegance, to Huda and Hozar for excessive loquacity, to Mamoun for his new car (just envy) - he did offer to drink out of it but the practicalities of such a gesture were beyond us, to Mamoun - again - and Omar for 'Sex off the Hash' (competing for Diplomaniac's favours at the afore-mentioned dinner) and, most importantly, for Diplomaniac herself.
Announcing that she was Czeching out of the DH3 after almost 3 years, our faithful and witty scribe, with many hares and walks to her name, regaled us with the story of her first hash and the elegant footwear in which she had shod herself. She was rewarded materially with a new style Hash mug, inscribed with her name, and emotionally with many words and hugs of farewell. We will miss her spirit and sense of fun, her multilingual capacities and for being so much a part of the DH3 in the past few years. We wish her and her non-hashing husband Joris well in their new posting to Colombia (where it seems there is no Hash - maybe she will start one?) and in whatever the future brings. Keep in touch!
The circle was followed by another excellent barbecue, with some spicy chicken pieces, hummous and pickles and some kind of cardboard burger-like patties - evidently much to Omar's taste. The chat carried on into the gloom after the sunset and it was only the impending curtain of darkness that drove the hashers to their cars and home.
On On
Littlejohn
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