Himalayan Mixed Hash Run No. 1256
4 January 2003
|Location||Sitapaila||Virgins||Therese, Lein, and Tulsi|
|Hares||Jalak, Tibet Gal, Jyoti||Newcomers|
|Hashit||Ravi||Leavers||Hill and Billary|
|Trash||Keeled Over||Trashflash||Rotter and James Chick|
has become customary, the official Hash chariot spluttered into the
Sitapaila on-in site only five minutes before the posted start time.
This happened because the chariot had been drawn along the road westwards
towards the website map location, in spite of instructions that the
arrow was incorrectly placed on the map! These days it is often more
of a challenge to find the on-in site than to follow paper on the
Anyway, a bright winter's day saw 27 hashers gathered for the 1256th running of the Himalayan Mixed Hash. The hares' spokesperson Tibetgal informed the throng at great length about many things including that there would be two holding checks, five other checks, and a number of 'river crossings'. The last point turned out to be a bit of an exaggeration as the two or three minor rivulets the runners had to step over hardly amounted to ferrying across the Zambesi!
As regards the run itself there were a hell of a lot of ups and downs; some contouring through pine forests; a chilly holding check by an ancient and atmospheric Shiva temple where Apple - clad in his HHHH topi -- was seen performing some strange prostrations; Jalak screaming at the frontrunners to return uphill; a run up the Juge Khola and through a quarry; and then a stiff climb up to the second holding check at the gompa on top of a hill. Meanwhile Tibetgal and hare assistant Jyoti led the shortcutters on a gentle, stroll on the level route between the two holding checks.
Lasting impressions include the bemused look on the faces of the stone-breakers in the quarry at the sight of 27 sweating idiots running past them on a Saturday afternoon. A memorable occurrence was the first ever use of three kinds of paper on the HHHH. The usual finely shredded variety marked the early stages. Half way through the horrible straggly stuff was used intermittently. The finale came where the run-in was marked with remarkably regular hand shredded pieces of a Nepali school copy. The hares were probably cutting it as they went!
The circle finally got underway after the newly returned GM managed to take command of the circle by shouting a lot.
The Hares were awarded a well deserved 9.9 for the usual combination of a very enjoyable scenic excursion with gross infringements of Hash protocol. The circle was strangely quiet and failed to award down-downs to the hares for:
· the hash first of laying three kinds of paper,
· for greatly exceeding the maximum 200m distance between the gompa holding check and the first paper heading homewards; and
· for laying a false home arrow.
Jalak tried to explain away the false home arrow by saying that he wanted to prevent everybody running lemming-like straight over a cliff. Maybe it is a legitimate point that some hashers would follow paper straight over the edge of a 50m drop!
Virgins Therese Duveiller, Lein Berit and Tulsi Magar were welcomed to their first Hash outing. Therese has been in Nepal for five years and made the excuse that she had been far too busy raising children to attend the hash before now, whereas Lein came to the Hash on her fifth day in Nepal! The GM chipped in with a filthy innuendo about the time for making babies being at night and not on Saturday afternoons. Returnee Philip Milner, a teacher at the British School, knocked back his down-down in fine style. The leavers included Ruru Lulu's mother-, brother- and sister-in-law and son.
The circle welcomed back the Hash's great leader in the customary way. The absent-minded GM had brought his crib sheet to help him direct the proceedings. Down-downs were awarded to Turd Herder and Bog Trotter for forgetting to include 'next week's Hash' on the crib sheet. After a deafening silence Apple was finally dragooned into volunteering to set next week's Hash.
Yet again the Hashit was missing. However, it had midweek sent an email to the GM grumbling that it was unappreciated. The immediate suspicion is that Grumblewald has taken the Hashit on his skiing holiday. However, the good standard of grammatical English and the lack of spelling mistakes in the email (except that we have 'intrical' instead of 'integral' in the latest communication - although that might just be another States diversion of the language - GM) point to somebody else. Could it have gone to Tanzania in Matt and his Mrs' suitcase? (Meanwhile the Fox has sent out a rejoinder to the Hashit to 'Be good or be melted!')
All the same, for the second week the hashit was awarded to Mouth Organ. It was quite a day for the Organ who, as well as receiving his hash name and the Hashit was, on account of his fine set of lungs, also bestowed with the honour of being made the bearer of the Hash bugle. Will he make it a hat trick of Hashits next week? His feeble efforts at blowing the bugle marked the onset of social drinking and snacking.