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VICTORIA FALLS HASH Extended Weekend: Thursday 20th April 2006 - Monday 24th April 2006 French Nash Hash 2006. Friday 22nd September - Sunday 24th September. Presqu'ile de Giens 3 days of action packed Interhashing in Chiang Mai in 27-29 October 2006
Despite forebodings of rain, the sun shone brightly in Le Broc as most of the regulars meandered into the heart of the village. Bets were on that I wouldn't find it since I created a flurry of poetry related to the mediocre directions provided. In fact, most Hashers didn't need directions since this was Spare Rib's 4th annual Hash, famous for long tough runs, chocolate Easter Eggs, and a wonderful Repas at Gilbert's Estragon. This all came to pass in the course of a long afternoon and evening. And I did find it, taking my own advice: recognizing that sober Hashers are by definition, directionally challenged, I quaffed a couple of beers and found it reasonably easily - despite being the largest carro in a go-cart race in Carros - an adventure others shared as well. Even Perpet managed to race the go-carts up the hill with his new bike. With the Sparest Rib of directions, the walkers wandered off along the road heading back to Carros Village, and the runners spilled down the hill along garden plots and canals. At our first checkpoint, I discovered one of the characteristics of a Spare Rib run: wicked false trails. Sadist and I nobly continued on down the garden path, shouting On and On when we noticed no one was following us. Sadist then shyly admitted that he had just spotted an X on a tree far below. We spent much of the rest of the afternoon trying to catch up with the pack. Back up the hill…and up…and up. Then along a road and back into the bushes for some more up. All was not lost, however, as there were two spectacular views afforded us. The first were olives trees thriving after hundreds of years (which obviously distracted me as a grower of olives); and the sight of a bevy of tight-pantsed Harriettes: Two-Cheeky, Carolina, and someone else (I wasn't looking at their faces!). Eventually, we also caught up with Big End - always a pleasure to follow. Eventually we wound up on a road heading down toward Carros Village and actually caught up and passed the walkers - but not for long! Another characteristic of a Spare Rib Run: excellent timing to keep both runners and walkers meeting from time-to-time. As the runners blithely sailed on past the walkers, they were soon detoured - you guessed it: up. More spectacular olive trees - so beautiful I completely lost the trail at one point, and fortunately found our beautiful trio once again. Ah, the things which keep us on-trail! Eventually, Spare Rib ran out of up, and pointed us down, so we spilled through a meadow and then through some houses to a road meandering still further down. Out of sight of the pack, I led my inspirational group along a path toward a ruined farm house, when the trail Petered (Spare Rib's Nerd-name) out. After considerable search, misled by a definite Hash mark left over from some other year, we followed the road still farther. Thinking myself clever, I decided to short-cut through some terraces to reach the pack which had turned below. Alas, half-way down, they turned grumbling back, and my stratagem was a misty dream, and I once again tailed the pack. Arriving at Carros Village, several runners, including Road Runner and Procol were standing around pretending it was a beer stop. We certainly deserved one as we must have done 5-6 km by this time. Procol's dog joined a soccer match below and made an outstanding pass with his nose as we watched and waited in vain for the beer truck. Gradually, we accepted the fact that the beer truck wasn't coming, and that regrettably the trail was head the wrong way: away from Le Broc and down and down and down. There were more down-downs on this part of the run than later in the circle. We had been promised steep, and that's what we got. Runners and walkers together finally hit the bottom and struggled up a vertical climb of about 200 meters (I checked it on a map - but we all know how well I do with maps!). It seemed very, very much longer. At long last, with tongues hanging out (remember - we probably ran at least 8 km before even starting the climb!), we arrived at a road where a miracle occurred: the beer stop, complete with delicious cakes from Mrs. Spare Rib. No one, believe me, no one wanted ever to leave that place - and we were all a little disappointed when Spare Rib announced the departure: down! And apparently leading away from Le Broc. So down we went, finding at last some chocolate Easter Eggs at the bottom (we managed to get there before Rachel - who apparently scarfed up everything along the way.) And inevitably, another climb, up and up, eventually reaching the far side of the village - and of course - with one last false trail entering the village, but who cared at that point - exhausted, but exhilarated, we were relieved that we had made it back in one piece. The Circle was the usual nonsense, starting with down-downs to shut up the irrepressible Pedo and Two Cheeky who were busy chatting on their mobile phones. That done, Spare Rib, the Hare had his turn, as well as Mrs. Spare Rib (Cristine), who gamely quaffed a beaker of wine, was thanked by all for her delightful snacks at the beerstop, and subsequently offered a recipe for next year's limoncello run, along with a promising lemon tree. Other awards included: · Procul for dog abuse - others deserved it as well! · Annette and No-name Pete for extreme shoe abuse. (Pete's toes were literally hanging out of his shoes - perhaps suggesting a name: Toejam?) · Knikker Likker and her friend Carole for showing up extremely late - not only not running, but simply having a cuppa -giving and entirely false impression of the Hash to a virgin. That was definitely Hash Shit material, but more on that later. · Two Cheeky for participating in 50 runs; overshadowed by Harley D who obviously has no life, celebrating 200. · Cumalot for celebrating his 88th birthday · Returners: Droopy Tits, Procul, Jenny, and Never Comes (well, she was publicly seen to come this time) · Virgins: Carole, Ray, Ingrid, Carolina, Ewan. Glad you came. Do come again! · The Egg hunters, Rachel and Henry were recognized, and Prestressed awarded a down-down as arbitrator and chicken-pflucker for the tightly contested presentation of a warm and fuzzy chicken to Rachel as the champion egg snatcher. Finally, Padre and I were awarded down-downs for our poetic exchange regarding Hash directions, my effort deemed the stimulator of poetic licensure, and therefore awarded Shit-of-the-Week. Gilbert's restaurant was all that it was cracked up to be: Gilbert kept running between the kitchen and dining hall all night carrying delicious dishes of this and that, along with copious amounts of wine. Those who missed this repast were both missed and missed out. All in all, a wonderful day was had by all, thanks to Spare Rib. Now that you've paid your annual dues, Spare Rib, please join us on other occasions. If not, we hope you continue the tradition. Thanks very much! Your Scribe and Shit-of-the-Week Wetspot |
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