Run - 1947 - 12th January 2025
Run – 1947 – 12th January 2025
Hare: Just Say When
Location: Just off the A7053 on the road to Voltocado
Anniversaries: Belgian MILF 20, Barky 35, Dogface 75, STTI 140, Sir Rubher Turd 455,
Mummy’s Boy 850.
Hashers: 32
Run score: 9.6
First a big shout out to JSW for an amazing hash. So much work went into a trail that was mostly virgin territory. At the pre-run circle Kindergarten Cop asked for a volunteer to be
scribe. Kaka Maps immediately grabbed my arm and stuck it in the air which is why I am now writing this drivel rather than doing something more useful. Belgian MILF enquired
whether the macho trail was difficult. “Oh no.” replied JSW “It’s easy.” Which was somewhat belied by JSW saying she was bloody knackered and that she got up at 6:30 to
set the run.
The beer stop wasn’t that far into the run although getting there did entail some steep slopes and some rock climbing. At the beer stop the trail split into wimps and machhos.
When Muzzel ‘Im arrived the machos had already left but he was reliably informed that Pearl Necklace had only just left so he set out alone hoping to catch up. The next we
heard from him was at the cava stop when he called JSW to say he was lost and she spent the next 30 minutes trying to guide him to the cava stop. A task she failed at miserably,
because he ended up on the wrong ridge and he trekked along nonexistent paths till he eventually ended up on the road to the cava stop.
Next to phone in was Sir Rubher Turd. He had been on the macho trail with Speed Bumps and Pearl Necklace but after completing one giant loop that saw them back where
they were thirty minutes before said “Sod this for a game of soldiers”, reversed course and went back to the beer stop. Not sure why he had to call in though. The wimps’ trail
was easy to follow even if it was somewhat challenging in places.
After waiting at the cava stop for ever for some sign of the machos JSW exclaimed “They should be here by now. What’s taking them so long?” Maybe the trail wasn’t as easy as
suggested or maybe it was a tad long. Eventually we saw some heads bobbing up and down in the bushes in the distance and twenty minutes later the FRBs were with us but
still no sign of the rest of the pack. We waited and waited and then they came dribbling in. All except for Pearl Necklace, Speed Bumps and her dogs. Phone contact was
established and they were still wading along a river which was at least 30 minutes away. Those too shattered after their macho exploits were ferried back to the circle, picking up
Sir Rubher Turd along the way. This included a wounded Clit Hero Kid. Climbing over a barrier by the road he managed to slip and crush his nuts. Then while checking down a
steep slope he slipped, re-injured his already gammy knee and dislocated his finger.
Those machos still standing set off again. Meanwhile Pearl Necklace and Speed Bumps spied a road, decided that was a better
option than traipsing through the undergrowth and called us to come and get them. Fortunately the road they came out on was the one that led to the cava stop so Muzzel ‘Im
and I drove down to rescue them. Despite some grumblings at the cava stop about the trail (too this, too that, too the other),
it was rewarded with high marks all round ending up with 9.6. I would report on the circle and down downs but I was sitting next to Smiler, Just Say When and Pearl
Necklace, who kept up a constant conversation the whole time and I couldn’t hear much. Also, with Colonic being away, the circle was conducted in some language I’ve never
heard before, Dublinese or something like that. Although I did note that Yogi Bear was given a down down for falling off his bike on his way home from Clit Hero Kid’s after
being plied with Polish vodka by Pearl Necklace. Like she force fed you. Yeh right. The excellent on after was at El Cernícolo but it was a smaller gathering than usual as
one group decided to go to Verona instead to say goodbye to Smiler.
On On
Dogface
