Run - 1999b (2000th) - 11th January 2026 Run
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https://loc.wiki/t/246737710?h=3z5ldgy8pq&wa=sd&la=en (MijasH3 run # 1999-B Mijas Costa)
Run 1999b (getting close)
Location: Ferria ground La Cala
Scribe : Mistress
Hares: Big Brother and From Behind and Beer Bitch Big Mouth
Visitors: plenty
Virgins: one
Pack size: 47
Score 9.8
Anniversarios : 5 Knuckle Shuffle 250, Too many to mention.
The Sun was shining on the righteous (some not-so) at last! A massive pack included visitors arriving early for the Ronda 2000 run event. Great to see lots of smiling faces and hear all the usual bullshit “Where are you from?” “Where have you been?” “What’s your Hash name?” What’s your real Name?” …… All to be immediately forgotten…..
There was a good trade being done by Haberdashery. The warm afternoon meant STTI and Stiffanny were flogging their wares left right and centre. A somewhat stressed STTI was attempting to herd cats by getting volunteers to load up gear that needed to be taken to Ronda. Clothes, hanging rails, drinks, ice boxes. Will anyone want ice in Ronda apart from the RA to ‘Ice The Bast….s’?
The hares kindly gave examples of the trail markings - too many to be remembered, and we finally left the car park in the direction of Carrefour. We were not short of golf balls as the sellers were there in abundance but not much use to us. Soon the walkers went right into the Sierra and the runners to the left past La Noria.
Interestingly the hares came with us and made helpful comments like “that way’s easier. Never trust a Hare! Two Dogs Fucking and her friend first time Hasher no name “High End Handbag’ were busy chatting about nothing. We walkers came to a three circle check. Yours truly took one down-hill route and after giving it a fair shot found nothing. Back up the hill to find no one. No rubbed out checks. Where had Two Dogs and pal gone? Way off spotted some walkers and runners in the distance. Finally found flour and a lone back-marker taking it easy, so we wended our way to the first Beer Stop. Cava all gone. Sir Rub Her Turd and Chutney Ferret were sitting on a tree trunk like two Garden Gnomes watching the antics of the big people. Off again. The hares were with us being helpfully unhelpful, and we ran through shaded tracks until eventually making the second beer stop. Very generous this time on the cava. No name Judy (surely she should have one by now) regaled us with expert analysis of the previous night’s rugby game and the avid competitiveness between the coaches of La Rochelle and Ireland’s Lempster. Impressive.
Now on the final leg the walkers and runners neatly came together but halted by a strange marking. Is it a BS a check- back or a Mooney? Sir Flakey takes a photo for future ID and with his sixth sense guides a few short-cutters to where the goodie-two-shoes front runners have gone back to the check and done the real trail. On in and the sun is still shining.
The hares get scored. The visitors manage their recall of hash names. Plenty of down downs. Golden Cascade who has amazingly
Renamed herself Golden Cabbage! Obviously been in the kitchen too long.
Foxy Lady, one of our esteemed visitors, was trying to cope with the terrible situation of her other half, Dead Animal, being taken into hospital with a serious infection. She’d had to phone Zanit to say ‘don’t dare discharge him until Monday as I’m going the Hash!”
Yogi Bear not only got a down down for keeping a lady’s flimsy scarf and a bit of old toilet Tissue in his rucksack for months, but another for missing the bus back from the Frinking Friday, making Chutney Ferret’s left over Chinese takeaway last for three days, and finally discovering that a certain lady was more feisty than he thought and should be renamed Mistress Dominatrix!
One visitor Cunni Linquist from Crap Hash in Germany remembered Colonic Irrigation’s RA antics from 30th anniversary with great fondness and notwithstanding the attributes of the current RA, hoped he’d be performing in Ronda.
Finally every good wish for our GM Sandra Bollox’s speedy recovery to full strength and, goes without saying, Dead Animal’s release to the wild, it was On On to Pure Asia.
