Run - 1882 - 29 October 2023 Halloween Run
Hares – From Behind/Blanca Wanker/Aqua Sex
Run No. – 1882
Location – below Fuengirola Castle
No hashers – 21
Run -Score – 9.5
Anniversarios – Eggshell Blonde – 210 Sperm Aid – 255 Kindergarden 725
Being a Halloween run the hash were in appropriate costumes – ghost and ghouls and
basically anything in fancy dress. Thus, we entered the streets of Fuengirola and ran or
walked our way round.
For those who chose to run, it was a good, long route … around 9k with two beer
stops.
The first of these was at the apartment of our hares, Blanca and From Behind. They
treated us, not only to beer and cava, but to a selection of snacks as well.
Off we went then, now walking as a group to the second beer stop at the bar whose
owners were the landlords of Peter, the friend of the hares. We arrived to find both of
them dressed in the most excellent costumes They certainly got into the spirit of the
occasion!
After more cava and beer. we returned to the car park and managed a circle somewhat
out of the way. (Best not to be seen drinking in a rather public area.)
Two weeks previous many of us attended the Drunken Bull Camping weekend and on
the Thursday evening prior to that, some members attended a wine tasting in
Torreveja.
On the return to the hotel, somewhat inebriated Colonic Irrigation fell, rather
spectacularly, into a flower bed, striking his forehead on the stump of an irrigation
spout. He then managed to stand up … but fell over again, … this time backwards.
Subsequently it turned out that he had broken his little finger in two places and he
spent the whole weekend in pain, as the inflammation continued to get worse. This
news was delightfully relayed in the circle. (It’s always funnier when its happened to
Colonic!)
The winner of the best Halloween dress was won, quite easily by Claudia Shaver,
dressed in a buccaneer style with two amazing shooters (her guns) and whose corset
showed off her finest accoutrements … though I hardly noticed!
Thus, we repaired to the restaurant Corriander on the sea front … to wait for many
hours (it seemed like it anyway … four people actually left) to get any kind of service.