Run 108 was the pinnacle of mis-management, such confusion never previously experienced in hashing history. Why did the hares allow the run access track to be blocked by an overturned water truck and rescue equipment just before the bus arrived? In view of their undisputed expert nollidge of the terrain and local conditions I would have expected them to have at least foreseen such an event and to have formulated a contingency plan well in advance.
Apart from the general inconvenience and psychological upset caused by this serious incident, because of the blockage and recovery operation the main road junction was designated the “A” site, and the former “A” site re-designated “B”, thereby adding an exhausting 600 metres [US equivalent “meters”] to the run. Not too far for most, but one worthy admitted that it was the first time he had signed up for a hash AFTER the run.
Enough of grumbling about that. The clearly mis-managed run was by then -er - running late, and as further mis-management they couldn’t even get the booze truck in. Therefore the virgins and visitors down-downs were postponed until the main circle. The harriette hares, “Bush Woman” and “Sweet Pussy” , introduced the 108’s trail conditions. They thoughtfully spread about 5 tons of multi-coloured [colored] paper on the ground so we could check what it looked like. On close inspection it appeared to be generally similar to that used for previous hashes. There would be no dogs, cattle, barbed wire, bees, tigers, SARS or atomic test areas on the trail - pretty boring, eh? However, the hares did admit that there were ssssnakessss in abundance.
Undaunted by the thought of slithering reptiles, the pack started off towards and through a bamboo grove, and after a few minutes came across the first check. While some guessers ran off in one direction, your run scribe and Dizzy found, and followed, a very well-marked trail. Clarification - a very well-marked FALSE trail. Bugger, the guessers had got it right. And thus the star runners found themselves near the back of the pack, where at least one of them was to remain throughout the run.
The following terrain was varied, interesting and very pleasant to be in. There were some delightful trails and particular challenges for normal people in areas where they had to stoop to pass some significant tree growth (AKA branches). One who was not thus challenged was Really Sadistic Bastard, who was able to run straight through without having to lower his head even one inch. In fact the run was generally characterised [characterized] by said RSB sprinting unimpeded along some tracks under the heavy grass growth that was leaning across the track and slapping most others in the chest, leaving his adoring fans gasping and with hearts palpitating from excitement at their hero’s intrepid performance.
The run lasted about 45 minutes for the majority, apparently only 30 or so for the hardcore FRBs, shorter than many but just as enjoyable. Thanks, hares - great run!!!!!!
After some brill grub, chit-chat and habitual exchange of insults, the circle (actually squarecle) was mis-formed and the evening business got underway.
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