Hash 149 Snitch Report, submitted by Big Country

It was a small but brave group of hashers that gathered at the gazebo in Zrinjevac Park on the eve of St. Patrick's Day 2002. Multiple Entry called the group to order, then produced a dubious medical excuse for his inability to run with the pack: something about a major spinal condition that would require surgery. Although the group urged him to consider the well- documented curative effects of Guinness, ME decided to bow out (and in bowing, hurt his back further).

Hare duties were thus delegated to Milica Milosevic, who was about to take part in her sixth hash (over a three-year period!). The Naming Committee was ready for the occasion: our Mrs. Milosevic took on the name of another Mrs. Milosevic and became "Mira Markovic."

Kingfisher had warmed up for the pub crawl by participating in the "other" Zagreb hash earlier in the day. The pack's admiration at Kingfisher's stamina was only slightly diminished by the hiccups that kept interrupting the hash circle.

Mira Markovic donned the Hare Shirt, and the group set off in her wake. About a minute later, the group crowded into the Dobur Zvuk for the first Guinness of the evening, and Mira Markovic was properly christened with a song and a down-down.

Back on the sidewalk, the group reached the Kolding about a minute later. Mira Markovic led the way through the restaurant to the bar...wait, there was no bar. So the group took a large table in the center of the restaurant instead, which certainly enhanced the experience of the other diners that evening.

Outside again, and the group headed into the Plaza about a minute later, where the ambience leaned more toward Spanish cafe than Irish pub, but there was a Guinness sign outside nonetheless. Alas, the Plaza served its Guinness in bottled form, not draft. While the hashers were disappointed, it should be noted that not a drop was wasted.

By this point, the pack had spent about three minutes walking and had consumed three Guinnesses. It was clear that the Athleticism Quotient was not going to be very high on this hash.

Onward went the group, to the Bulldog Pub. But Mira Markovic had steered us wrong...the Bulldog was sadly Guinness-free. Then again, hashers are not known for their high standards: the group ordered pints of Belgian brew instead, and promised not to mention this sacrilege to Spiderman.

Tolkien's in the upper town was next, where hashers blissfully switched back to Guinness for the fifth round. Then down the hill to Tkalciceva, where the Oliver Twist had no available seats, leading to the brief consideration of the question: should we drink standing up? The discussion evolved to the question: CAN we drink standing up? The answer, of course, was to find someplace to sit down, which was not far away (fortunately) at the Tartan Pub, where Round Six was enjoyed by all.

It was about time to set off for Spiderman's place for the on-after. Not yet, cried Hot Pot; there was still some hash cash remaining. Much arm-twisting by Hot Pot ensued, and the group reluctantly stopped at the Hole In One Pub for just one more Guinness for the road.

After the Hole In One, it was just a short trek of 50-60 minutes to our final destination (disclaimer: all times and distances have been estimated by a hasher who enjoyed all seven rounds), where the pack found Authentic Irish Stew--served by the barrel--along with a fridge full of Guinness, several bottles of Irish Whiskey and Baileys and a very jolly green-clad Spiderman.

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