|Himalayan Mens Hash Run No 0091||Monday 20 July 1981|
|Location||Manohara bridge on Ring Road||Hares||Schaeffer and Wolczanski|
|Hashit||Still with Gerry Kennedy||Scribe||Dave Shannon's first trash||Hashers||24|
HASH WORDS now has a new editorial and production staff - but you can rest assured that the same remarkable quality of reporting will be maintained under the new management. Our basic philosophy will remain as always “If you don’t like it, you can bleedin’ well write it yourself!” Obviously the most visibel change is the paper the WORDS are printed on, but that only shows that PVO’s can’t afford the fancy copiers that private enterprise seems to be able to scatter around the world.
So - to Monday’s HASH. We gathered at the Manohara Bridge on the Ring Road, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed - 24 strong - which wasn’t bad considering the monsoon that was threatening. It cleared just in time for our jaunt, “Thank God we won’t he getting wet this time,” we all sighed ‘little suspecting the swimming match we were about to participate in.
Wolczanski and Schaeffer promised us a nice interesting gallop through the countryside to commemorate Bob’s last stint as a hare. Noting happily that the hares’ socks were dry, we trotted confidently off along the river to the east. A check within a couple hundred meters sent us scurrying in all directions - to find nothing except a false trail to the north. What to do? Back to the chariots? Across the Ring Road? Damn! Russell had left the beer wagon locked so we couldn’t even sip a brew while scouting for paper. Then age and experience displayed their prowess when Barrett took the obvious track and found the trail on the Dobi Khola. ‘On-On ... and In-In with a nice 50 meter freestyle added to the run for variety. The next part of the run had so many checks that I couldn’t even keep track of who found them. A check near a temple was supposed to fool all of us (or so Jerry claimed), but hound Roberts picked it up immediately and after a jog through a construction yard we found ourselves once again at our favorite river.
Ah-Ah! we all said - to the suspension bridge! It’s obvious! Obvious... Right! Obviously another false trail is what it was, but the ever-persistent D.K. went splashing off along the riverbank to finally confirm our worst fears. Yes, another freestyle lap across the waves, and then on up through the paddy-fields on some particularly smelly bunds. Frandsen led us into a housing area where we all milled about like proper hounds, each waiting for the other to do the work of finding the paper. Much to our surprise the trail led directly out to the Ring Road and down the home stretch to the bar which was declared “open” as soon as the HM arrived with horn in mouth and key in hand. It was a bit shorter run than usual, but interesting - with the added feature of a duo of dunkings in the deep. Some of the post-hash discussion centered around the rules regarding true trails leading off false trails - and the illegality of such. In the future, HASH WORDS may attempt to enlighten us all on these grey areas.
Hashit - STILL with Gerry Kennedy ... who may well be awarded the honor
on a permanent basis for the insult of calling the Hash a “race”
and the noble ‘brethren “runners.”
Farewell to - Bransky, who promised to write his own farewell piece for HASH WORDS, but skipped town without doing so,..... so all he gets for his 29 runs is credit for one warm beer and a “Namaste.”
HASH No. 92 - McMullen and Kedwell (oh no, not another mountain climbing
expedition) Take the pavement toward Boudhanath, but less than ½
a km from the Ring Road and just before the Taragaon Hotel, turn left
on the gravel road....follow until you see Kedwell’s car.