|APRIL 2001 HASHES|
|Hash Report - Apr 7
Hash Report - April 14
Easter Hare run. Now many were in deep trouble/consideration
concerning this last hash. Even 6 minutes before start, when the Hash
master in vain tried to leave his home and still remember everything:
plastic bags, cups, left-over/forgotten things, eggs [both the real
ones + the chocolate ones..] he phoned SpankMeHard, who reported some
20 people gathering. A delay was inevitable due to Linda's well deserved
holiday in Italy, the Chow situation (=food!) was approaching panic
levels in the hour before the hash.
Hash Report - Apr 21
Let me tell you a tale of a Hash. It started on Wednesday April 18th, when the fair maiden DurresPrudence, the leader of men Spank Me Hard and gnarly Master Ping Pong set off on a grand adventure. Out the Rruga Elbasanit they drove, turning left at the great white rock and continuing on to the village of Pellumbas. Once there, the scouted for hours and finally settled on a preliminary course.
Early Saturday morning Spank Me Hard, Master Ping Pong and Hare in Training, Elvis once more went to the Village of Pellumbas and braving dangers too numerous and too chilling to mention, they set a near perfect hash. There were separate starting trails for the runners and the walkers. Spank Me Hard set off on the runners trail with his able local assistant, 11 year old Julian. Elvis and the Master set the walkers initial portion and then once again they joined in the village and finished the trail, a job well done. Time for the meeting at the France 98.
It was a dark and dreary afternoon. The rain fell in sheets and bursts. A brave few, 28 in number assembled for this ultimate adventure. Mounting up in the vehicles they drove through the rain to the start of this hash.
The runners took off down the road, the walkers started down the rocky pre-Jurassic formations and then followed what had been earlier in the day a small stream but was now a raging beast. Braving a daring crossing they traveled to the river where minutes earlier they observed the fleet of foot runners pass. Up the river they traveled, through the fields, observing majestic waterfalls and once again crossing a raging stream. This time, Master Ping Pong and Elvis assisted some of the Hashettes across the stream by carrying them in their brawny arms. Then we started up the mountain trail that, by the way, the secret of which was bought from a local herder for the exorbitant price of two cigarettes. We climbed to the heights of the mountain, into the clouds and then we came back down through the village to the circle.
The hares, to include Julian, were called into the circle by the first ˝ of “2-B’s In a Bod” and the crowd went wild. Those brave 28, undaunted by weather that cowed the many cheered and screamed and gave the hares 10’s, 12’s and higher for their efforts and the scenery of the hash. The hares humbly drank their down-down and bowing their heads, left the circle.
Master Ping Pong then called the entire core of runners, to include Spank Me Hard, into the circle and denounced them all as sinners. It turned out that at no time what-so-ever did they follow the preset trail. They ran and ran and ran, the Gods only know where, but they did finish so they penitently drank their due and retired in their disgrace.
Immediately following this, Master Ping Pong, Elvis and the 4 damsels the gallant men had carried across the raging stream, were called sinners and they nobly drank a down-down.
There were no virgins, take what you like from that statement, there were several returnees, who one and all gave lame excuses and they too had to drink.
There was a double naming. Ms.Silva Braculla, who was accused of trying to always smash the toes of another hasher was unanimously voted the name “Ball Buster” (I’m sure referring to the ball of the foot). Bryce Meeker, who at the time was draped with a curiously brown stained towel from the Rogner Hotel, was aptly named “Skidmark”.
Enough was enough and it was time for food and drink. Since the hares had planned for 80 hashers, not knowing the “wimpness” that ran rampant in club, there was more than ample food, French baguette sandwiches and coolers filled with ICED down beer. When asked where they had obtained the ice, Master Ping Pong was heard to state that the hares had climbed to the mountain peaks and hand carried the ice to the circle for these brave few. All knew he was lying out his ass and many told him so.
Soon it was time leave and we did. Thus ends the tale of those few, brave, noble hashers.
Next weeks hash will be set by the ever-lovely Aussie, Ghost Mistress.
Hash Report - Apr 28
And so it was that the hashers finally felt the warmth of the spring
sunshine on the back of their necks. Off they went along Rruga
Kavajes and down an oft-used track to the base of rolling scrub-covered
hills. The bog that doubled as a car park was fine providing
you weren't driving a 5 tonne Chevrolet Suburban and your name wasn't
Master Ping Pong!! The hashers had lots of great ideas for removing
the beast from the bog, but as nobody actually lifted a finger to
help, there it stayed until after the hash.
|Photos April 7
Photos - April 21
Photos - Apr 28