Run – 2038 – 27th September 2026
Hares: Stiffany and Sir Flakey
Location: Miraflores
Hashers: About 28 including those that came to the second drink stop
Anniversaries: Breast Stroke 30, Ginger Minge 105, Dogface 115, Red Hot Chilli 175,
Sir Flakey 825.
Run score: 9.2
Run theme: Bollywood
Time to dig out those garish Bollywood shirts from the glampout. Not quite sure why.
Hardly the first time the on after has been at an Indian restaurant.
The trail was excellent. Definitely trail of the year. Trail of the century even. Well that’s
what Sir Flakey told me to write. But the truth will out. Actually it was a very good trail.
There were some complaints about most of it being on tarmac but what’s wrong with a
bit of variety. Personally I prefer tarmac to stumbling along narrow, rocky paths. It was
also well marked. The trail went hither and thither around Miraflores, or wherever it was,
with a number of good checks. So I’m FRB and there are two very clear arrows pointing
straight ahead into some undergrowth. Then nothing for a while and then a false. What
about a check? Silly me. I should have turned left where the arrows pointed straight.
Then there was the shortest checkback in the history of hashing. All of ten meters. Held
me up at least five seconds. And there we were at the drink stop with all kinds of goodies.
Part two was more urban running and then off onto a narrow path alongside a dry
riverbed. Followed this for quite a while and it brought us out onto the beach and the
second drink stop at a chiringuito where our hares welcomed us with beer and Tinto de
Verano. Hashers gradually drifted in and we were also joined by Cabin Boy, Sandpaper
Sally and Rob the Knob who had opted not to do parts one and two. But where was Rick
O’Shea? Turns out that he missed the drink stop. For the second week running.
Eventually he turned up. From the wrong direction. Some brave hashers took a dip in the
sea.
Part three was along the boardwalk for a while and then inland, across the A7, back to the
start where we somehow all managed to squeeze into a space which was actually two
parking spaces. Great location for a circle. Right next to the A7 on one side and cars
going through the parking lot on the other. So apologies if I didn’t catch all the down
downs.
Circle was conducted by Rick O’Shea.
Big welcome back to Five Knuckle Shuffle.
STTI for asking what’s all this Bollywood stuff. “Wasn’t me,” she claimed.
Golden Cascade for finding a ball and two sticky paddles. And brought them back to the
circle.
From Behind for taking photos of every sign he saw about cleaning up after your dog.
Kindergarten Cop for being last to arrive.
Rob the Knob and Sandpaper Sally for spending all day Saturday looking for a phone
service.
All those wearing the Pan Iberian 2024 shirt.
Breast Stroke for being hash flash. Joined by Ginger Minge because when one Ginger
drinks ……..
Sandpaper Sally and Rob the Knob for leaving and Rob the Knob for leaving his mug at
last week’s hash.
The visitors from Snowdonia for leaving, Pearl Necklace for kicking a rock when she
went in the sea and me for taking notes.
STTI for having a new chair with STTI 200 Runs Mijas Hash on it. Only problem was
the inscription is on the wrong side so you can only read it if no one is sitting in it.
Eggshell Blond was now meant to take over but as he wasn’t there Rob the Knob stepped
up and subjected us to a poem that went on for about ten minutes. Keep the day job Rob.
Clithero Kid’s circle. Which was just two down downs for Running Nuts. First,
something that actually happened. Going through a barrier at Stockholm airport the
barrier closed and trapped her. Then a complete invention. Having travelled business
class and having partaken of a few adult beverages she emerged staggering all over the
place.
Sandpaper Sally’s circle. Sir Rubber Turd for losing the soles of both his shoes playing
golf.
All those that went for a dip – Red Hot Chilli, Pearl Necklace and Snowdonia lady.
And finally Stiffany for her 65th birthday. And her twin sister Sperm Aid.
Then on to Tulsi for an excellent Indian dinner. During which a gentleman decided to
have dinner in this crowded restaurant and make a phone call. He was gravely offended
by our table calling out for more ice and more rice. Ginger Minge jumped up, fists raised,
ready to protect us all. Man on the phone was asked to leave.
Postscript
In the car on the way home. Conversation between Pearl Necklace and Muzzle Im.
PN: How’s Yogi?
MI: He’s fine.
PN: When is he coming here again?
MI: Next time we’re here. I couldn’t bring him this time as I flew.
PN: Does he still have a problem with his knees.
MI: He doesn’t have a problem with his knees. He’s running all over the place.
PN: That’s great to hear.
Etc etc for a minute or so.
MI: Well Fabi is looking after him.
PN: Why? What’s wrong with him?
MI: Nothing. He’s full of energy. He’s only eleven months old.
PN: Who are you talking about?
MI: My dog Yogi. Who are you talking about?
PN: Ian. Yogi Bear.
Big thank you to the hares for a great hash. Enjoy your travels.
On On
Dogface
