The first day of the month saw the Damascus hashers drive out to one of the more scenic hash locations, up on the hills south of the Barada valley.
The hares (Hazar and Littlejohn) had spent the morning laying the hash trail and it was evident that a considerable time and thought (and paint) had been spent on the cunning plan.
The running hash was set by Littlejohn who demonstrated his usual tenacity in setting a demanding and interesting hash route.
The same couldn't be said for the walking hash under the mis(direction) of Hazar. The (un)fortunate band were last seen heading in a northerly direction before they disappeared off the radar screen. Fortunately an intrepid few (modesty doesn't permit the Scribe to name names) set out in search of the lost wanderers as instructed by the RA. The lost hashers were located close to a coffee shop' deep in the Barada valley. The walkers were then transported back up the steep hill to the hash circle.
There the acting RA (Ab Flab) welcomed all to join the circle and the usual 'down-downs' commenced, albeit now under moonlight!!!
First the hares received their due acclaim for yet another rubbish hash that was too short, not enough hills (White Trashed comments), too easy and so on.....
There was an international flavour to the 'virgins' this week, with newcomers from Holland, Germany and USA as well as some locals, Sawsan's family (sister and her two daughters). It's great to note that the DHHH continues to be alive and well.
There were some sinners, upto their usual tricks of fruit stealing, short cutting, just being lazy (Wise Pranker) and of special note was one of the virgins who seemed afraid to drink from the Hash communal mugs, maybe he was afraid of catching a sense of humour.
Of special note was Hazar's sins. She was duly made to sit on the ice by the RA. Her major sin was her attempt at democracy that resulted in the forming of a new phenomenon now known as the Barada Triangle.
This was Littlejohn's finale, and he was given a very big thank you for all his efforts as RA and his substantial contribution over the past two plus years to the DHHH. He received a rousing farewell from all the grateful hashers. The RA said that we would all miss him and wished him the best of luck and best wishes in his new ventures in Zambia. Good hashing, Littlejohn. He then received, not too surprisingly, a well deserved down-down for his time as RA.
Ab Flab, drinking her now usual Belini cocktail from a long stemmed glass, closed the circle under floodlights.
The subsequent barbeque (or was it supper?) was up to the usual high standard and all received good nourishment. The pyromaniac RA ensured that all were kept warm.
The Hash then dissolved and the weary hashers made their way home.
Onon,
Lost & Found
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