Hash No 1379 dawned bright and sunny. I wish the same could be said about your scribe, who just made it to the Al Jalaa as the cars were leaving. That'll teach me to assume 12:30 means 12:45....
Off through the hazards of Damascene traffic to another scenic circle somewhere or other, courtesy of our hares, Sharif and The Moor. This weeks hash was like Mia Farrow - small but perfectly formed. The pack were immediately confused by a hold check within 50 metres of the cars. Sharif claimed that this was not really a hold (although it was marked by a big H in a circle) but in fact marked the divergence of ways between the runners and walkers. Apparently we were supposed to be able to tell because the H was bigger than usual - did nobody ever tell you that size doesn't matter, Sharif?
The hares became numerically challenged from that point on, always one hold behind the runners, though they tried to catch up on the 2nd (or 3rd) hold by keeping the pack waiting long enough to finish War and Peace and make a good start on Lord of the Rings to boot. The trail led up hill and down, as they so often do, then flattened out for a bit. Though Arthur would not have approved (he's still trying to find a way to lay a trail that is up hill all the way from start to finish) it was good to get the hill over with at the beginning. The paint got very confusing, however, with many unmarked falsies being laid on corners. Cunning Stunt soon worked out that the best way to find the trail was to head in the opposite direction to the paint (they don't call him "Stunt" for nothing, clearly), and surprisingly it worked. After an hour or so and a few more meetings with the walkers (how DO they get there so fast?) it was all over.
As the sun set mystically over the mountains, temporary hashmaster Richard (WTB) did the (dis)honours. Down downs went to the hares, twice (for reasons noted above), to the virgin Lena who's heading back to Finland after only one hash (was it something we said?), to Rowdy for phone sex and to Hassan Jr and the Moor (his third) for desecrating a hold check. Following the usual feast of cream buns and custard (or something) the crowd headed off home before the chill winds could freeze us to our underwear.
On on
WTB
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