Run - 1787 - 6 February 2022
Sunday 6 Feb 2022 -
Chinese New Year Run. Run Number 1787.
Hares: Yogi Bear & Pepper Grinder.
Location: La Cala de Mijas.
I was feeling as fresh as a daisy trampled upon by a fervent hasher, seeing double as a result of too much Saturday night wine, when Kindergarden Cop blurred into my vision and announced I was to scribe the Hash. Apologies in advance for what shenanigans I may have missed whilst I was in an altered state.
An excellent turnout of colourful, Oriental attired amblers assembled in the Circle at Torre Almenara's (the High School's) car park. Forty five folk plus dogs I am reliably informed icluding a burly, kilted, Floridian Celt visting from Rota, a Swedish gentleman suitably dressed in Helly Hansen (HH) and a bubbly blonde menopause doctor sporting a t-shirt sloganed "Testosterone is not just for boys".
Yogi prefaced the Hash with "it's pretty flat when you are not up and down". That repeated on me like the can of coca cola I'd just drunk as we ascended and descended and skirted in between like moutain goats until reaching the beer stop. The group I was with spent some time in a eucalypti scrub, a most enjoyable refuge for me from the too bright Sun that wasn't even shining. The beer stop is a taboo subject. Whilst it enticed us with a delicious cake, cava, beer and the usual eats and treats, seventeen hikers were not so indulged as they had followed the flour On In rather than finding the sumptious picnic after the first half.
The second half was short and sweet for most as we tried not to waste time getting back to the rest of the trail family. They were happily indulging in that same opulent feast when I arrived back at the cars and all was well...until the scores were given!!
The Circle content was diverse and decandant spaning topics from aniversarios, marital advice for our newly weds (Congratulations to Gang Bang and Colonic), what to do with menopausal women, drinks for all the Swedes, drinks for all the Scots and ...was he a true Scotsman?! Elected to find out along with four other lucky lassies, lying in the dirt, side by side as our virile visitor shimmed over our faces not once but twice, the experience enhanced by a stream of warm beer delivered by Salmonella,
I could have sworn I saw a pink elephant wink at me from under Brave Fart's car.
The majority went On On to the cantonese restaurant. I went On out to dreamland at 8pm!
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Pisses Braidwee
