Run - 1899 - 25 February 2024
Date: February 25 th , 2024
Hares: Aguasex and Shagadelic
Run Number: 1899
Location: Somewhere near Mijas Jardin
Number of Hashers: About 24
Virgins: No
Visitors: Some from Scandinavia
Run Score: 9.3
Anniversaries: Up Yer Bum 800 / Chronic Constipation 505 or 555 / Dogface 50. And
others.
Report:
The pack was somewhat depleted due to that other thing going on down in Tarifa but
visitors from some frozen land up in the Arctic circle meant we still had a pack of over
twenty. We set off down the road only to be confronted by a checkback after a couple of
hundred meters. True trail was soon found along a path which led us to one split and
shortly after to another split. The hares had warned us that there was no set number of
marks on a false trail. “Just keep going until you come to a false” they had told us.
Running for quite a long time after the split I assumed I was on trail. But no. There in
front of me was a big F. Running back I counted no less than 23 marks. 23 and you’re on
is a bit much even by Mijas standards. And this was to be a feature of this hash. From an
unmarked check a little bit further along there were 16 marks followed by an F. The hares
had told us to mark the checks but as you never know if you’re on, even after twenty plus
marks, the checks were pretty much unmarked.
There were other features to the marking. Presumably the hares were so busy admiring
the scenery that they forgot to put flour down resulting in long gaps in the trail. Turns on
the trail were often unmarked and this, combined with the gaps, meant we had to go quite
a way before we guessed we were no longer on trail. And then a couple of times there
were two blobs of flour not far apart indicating the direction we should go in only for us
to find no more flour. Instead the trail went in a different direction. I think the distance I
ran on false trails and non-trails was longer than the actual trail.
But despite the unusual marking it was an excellent trail, which resulted in a score of 9.3.
Not knowing that particular neck of the woods I couldn’t tell you where it went but it was
partly urban. It was short, almost the entire trail was runnable and there was general
agreement that this made a welcome change to some of the ballbreakers we’ve had of
late. There was a beer stop and a cava and cake stop. Somewhere before the cava stop
Pearl Necklace managed to get herself lost. It was one of those times that the trail turned
but wasn´t marked. Lilo Lil and I did the sensible thing and went back to look for the
trail. Pearl Necklace decided to carry on regardless. She ended up somewhere on private
property and had to climb a couple of fences. I sent her a dropped pin and she eventually
arrived from the opposite direction.
The dreaded block of ice made an unwelcome return to the circle. Amongst others our
hares, Aguasex and Shagadelic, took their turn on it as did Eggshell Blond for wearing
new shoes and Dog’s Bollocks for turning 96. There were a number of anniversaries but
as I was given no notes I don’t remember all of them. Up Yer Bum was on 800, Chronic
Constipation was 505 or 555 and I racked up 50. The on on was at Palace of India,
always a good choice for dinner.
On On
Dogface
