Run - 1948 - 19th January 2025 Dolly Parton Run
As a reminder for the absentees, this was the theme tune to the day; Dolly Parton style, cue to sing...
Hashing 2 till 5 on a Sunday we're a hashin'
Tumble downa hill,
and stumble in the bushes
Pour myself a canna Victoria
Hashin, fallin, try to run to beer
Jump in the river
and the beer starts pumpin
out on the hash
and the hashers start runnin
and folks like me on the hash from 2 till 5
Hashin 2 to 5
What a way to hash a runnin
Barely gettin bushes
It's all tunnels
and no markin
hashing 2 till 5 drinking down down down..
That was the audible scene that greeted the 34 or so hashers in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Enterrios.... the visual introduction from the two leading ladies of country were Stiffany with her two pups on show and Titanique who had not acquired her name because of two fried eggs on an ironing board,
Yessiree - these queens of the campo, were in full Dolly regalia!
Sandra Bollox announced in the starting circle that Dolly Parkin was settin the run... whereby Kinder announced he never knew she hailed from Yorkshire.
Another misdemeanour that went unpunished was the assumption that the trail would be flat... Santana golf is not the trail and both these Hariettes are Steel Magnolias of harin' and we should have expected Smoky Mountains and the Blue Magic highs of Mijas.
We marched off from a peak to the valley of the river bed below. Big Brother instantly relieved himself in the bushes, there's a down down for him another day!
Hashers crossed and traversed the river beds and horse paths up to another high ridge via the steepest route possible.
The sun shone down to keep us warm and the flour arrows kept us on trail. The front running bastards faithly followed Stiffany's instruction to indicate a true trail for the walkers.
So there was no confusion about which direction we were heading in, and well done for those runners who found all the Fs on trail. As in reality the slowest of us had no idea where the sea was, not even a road.
And the checkbackers reached the slowest walkers to keep us together, with 5 Knuckle occasionally finding himself at the front again!
We soon found the first beer stop where Stiff and Tit laid out their giant nipple cheese and biscuits, enough for everyone.
Goat tracks, bike trails, shiggy, bushes, scrublands, fields, pastures, greenery, blue skies and fresh air, what more could anyone want?
Another dog, maybe?
Early on in our hashy journey, this 4 legged canine came into the pack. He had no owner and no intention of leaving us.
He was following From Behind who looked like a good dog owner, but I think his aim was really Sir Flakey. This vagrant doggy was the double of Blue.
Alas, the dog's luck was out. 2 Russian TeaCup Terriers had already bagged Stiff and Flake for canine ownership.
These two furry brothers thought they were bred for a life of caviar and Luis Vuitton carriers, not flour and campo ticks with crisps, if they were lucky.
No matter who you are; tea cup or billionaire, if you're a hasher you gotta find the trail.
None more so than the tunnel hunters; Pearl Necklace, Belgian Milf and Bad Weasle who were determined not to get run over and find the underground route even if it meant going back to do it all again.
After a vertical climb out to the sun and magnificent views again, with one harriette revealing what size knickers she wore (see photo), we made it to the beer stop.
What a stop it was! With the BEST homemade chocolate cake, cava, beers and fresh orange juice as well as isotonic drinks - who says hashing is not for Russian TeaCups!
A third and final controversial beer stop was included, seriously who could ask for more? Well some obviously.
All three beer stops ensured the old, infirm and infected could rest up while superhashers like Pinocchio and cohorts added an extra loop on to the trail.
The interloping dog refused to leave the pack and came back to the circle with us. Declining crisps, he just wanted the company of us hashers. To the On In and Circle we all strolled.
Then in comes a bubonic Colonic, for one of the shortest RA circles of the year. At this rate, he'll be defecting to Tapas and Trails !
Bad Weasel had to drink from his new trainers and several hash songs were delivered to the visitors while Clonk limped off to the comfort of his bed and his own Russian doll.
He left Bollox to remind everyone of the Summer Camp Out this year and Pister Braidwee to sit under the Beer Tree (see photo) while his son came out for Dolly Parton with Cher emblazoned on his rainbow chest.
We feasted in the Best Little Whoa..Hash house in Mijas - Paddy's bar served a brilliant Sunday roast to match the chocolate cake served by Stiff.
If you didn't get home with Dolly coming in yer ears, then I advise you to sing the song again...
Hashing 2 till 5....
on a Sunday we're a hashin'
Tumble downa hill,
and stumble in the bushes
Pour myself a canna Victoria
Hashin, fallin, try to run to beer
Hashing 2 to 5 ! ON ON
To OZ next week or Haggis n Neeps if you prefer.
Most importantly - BRING AN EXTRA EURO there's gonna be gold in them there hills..... no seriously a fantastic haberdashery raffle with international prizes that you will NOT want to miss!
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