|Himalayan Men's Hash Run No 0048||Monday 22 September 1980|
|Location||Entrance to the King's forest, Gokarna||Hares||Duncan Jackman, Alex Levitsky|
|Hashit||Duncan Jackman. Walking stick to Levitsky||Scribe||JP?|
We were all looking for something different and we certainly got it - darkness, dripping forest, strange noises and blood. The villagers at the gates to the Kings Forest are getting used to our funny gathering on Monday nights so they now tend to ignore us, or treat us with the disdain we deserve. Twenty-five of us stood around in the ever-increasing rain looking for some sign of action but, nothing happened. Where were the hares? Was this going to be another Stone run? At 5.15 we decided we had better find the start ourselves and somebody clever discovered by looking in the visitors book that the hares actually had turned up. So, the run, was in the park. After another 15 minutes it was obvious that the hares had forgotten to bring the paper and were merely hiding nearby in fear of what would happen to them. Then we heard a faint whisper from the west - ON-ON! Someone said it was too late to start running - little did he know.
At the first check we gathered our forces and then continued on paper straight ahead. The next check up the hill to the King's stables had us talking about giving up again. Another ten minutes passed before we found it back near the main track leading off into the forest. We joined another track and then scrambled uphill through thick bush to the usual summit check from which you can only go down. True to form most of you lazy xxxxxxxxx stood there shouting ARE YOU ON. At the bottom of the hill again we came across [on] hares on a motor-bike. Niel, we think, got the paper and after another ½ km it ended. That's it said the hares, "Go back the way you came as its the only way home from here." "Don't be bloody stupid" we all said "it's much shorter this way."
The next half hour was spent in the jungle. Memories came flooding back of early days in the Malayan ulu, Rain soaked vegetation, strange movements in the bushes ahead, muffled cries (mostly curses) and LEECHES. We kept the boundary wall always to our right, we swear, and in the end came back to exactly the point where we had left the paper. This must be one of the great mysteries of' Nepal, we know they build funny walls here but this is ridiculous. Several, times we had stopped to check who was missing and sure enough each time there was one less. (our instincts for self preservation were greater so we pressed on.)
In the end the hares had been right and we followed the outward trail back to the chariots, It was now dark and very wet, but we got out the beer and started to pick of[f] the leeches, Blood everywhere, no sooner had we pulled the xxxxxx off, than they were back on again. A check of our members showed we were only missing a covey of Pagellas, a brace of Cruikshanks and a lone Loane so we decided that a memorial plaque on the park gates would he sufficient. David Young had a better idea and went to look for them. He found them all after two trips but complained that he had missed a lot of drinking time - we might note you a small credit for that David. That had the beginnings but not the end of a good run, Duncan and Alex. It demonstrated to all the perils of not doing a proper recce. The hashit and walking stick were justly awarded to you.
Hashit - Duncan Jackman
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