Run 913 - 02 Apr 2006
Run 913 - Alhaurin area
Sunday 2nd April
Hares: Spittoon, Semi Retard
RUN No 913
A WALK IN THE CLOUDS:
Yet again the pack was sent out by the Alhaurin Campo Boys into well trodden territory. Such a vast empire they claim to have conquered and they continue to subject us to repeated viewing of the same rocks, trees, birds, etc.
From the start the pack floundered helplessly due to a lack of markings before entering the wooded hillside above Hotel Miramar. Some time later, having lost the trail about four times, a few committed hashers staggered up a fairly steep escarpment over which appeared the beerstop. Such efforts, however, were not really necessary as most of the pack, disinclined to believe any more trail markers within 100 metres of each other, ambled round the outside of said escarpment and arrived at the beer stop before those on the trail.
On the second half there was little cause for excitement apart from the proximity of hives of bees close to part of the trail. The majority of the pack, realising they were close to home, abandoned the trail and ran straight on in, your scribe dutifully showing inexperienced hashers and newcomers the correct way to hash. This lead us through a most pleasant part of the run around a little local urbanisation and we came in some 20 minutes later.
The Hares were made to suffer for subjecting the pack to such an uninspiring event, making an average of 2 out of 10 for their effort, and were forced to spend long enough on RA Flakeyґs substitute ice blocks (cold beer in the ice box lids) for las chicas of the Hash to admire and photograph the genitalia being sportingly displayed.
Shagadelicґs gorgeous Amazonian friend, a Hash Virgin, Fabiola, was then brought into the circle at which point Karma Chameleon decided a photograph up her very short skirt might appeal. Stupid bastard tried three times before he realised what was going on and each time he had been looking at the image on his digital screen and taking photographs into the ground. Hail the Chief of Hash Intelligence.
On On,
EL PULPO
P.S. This was the run when Tight Arse was finally persuaded to part with some money and buy a Hash T shirt rather than wearing a borrowed one
Marks 2/10,
