Turnout 21

[2003 ed.: Note that there were two trashes written for hash 31 both of which are given here. The second one was written by the regular scribe Julian Pagella. It is a bit confusing as the second trash says that the hashit was not brought along whereas the other trash says that the rubber duck (aka the hashit) was brought along!? The log book records that it was: "almost a disaster!"]

Trash 31, Trash 1, Scribe: not Julian Pagella

And then there was the Irish hare who thought that the hash in H4 was the same as the hash in Freak Street - so he hid the trail in the undergrowth. Therefore, 20 or so doughty hashers found themselves hacking their way through the dense vegetation on Nagarkot, along tracks which even goats would back at. Certainly no human had ever trod that way before - hares who lay such trails cannot be considered as human - because there was no sh.., you know what. Indeed, the only redeeming feature of this otherwise abominable hash was that for most of the time we were above the hashit line.

The hashers set off at a brisk walk, soon to be reduced [by] the thick tangle of undergrowth and the incredibly narrow trail (?) to a slow crawl. Along we crawled in Indian file, till brought up by a check. Up or down? The only obvious way was back the way we had come since there was no track to be followed. Down it was, though, so we slipped and slithered and slid through the bushes till we reached the stream at the bottom of the valley, then up again along a path where goats fear to tread.
At this stage of the most dreadful hash to date, the cry of 'On, On was clearly heard wafting across from the other side of the valley. Was it one of the hares urging on the leaders from the wrong side of the valley - surely hashitable? Or was it one of those still tangled up before the stream? For by this time the field was well and truly spread.

By the time the hashit line was reached, most of the field had reassembled to descend down the local sewer to the stream again, then up and 'through the trees till, at last, the road. At last a chance to run, even if it was uphill - all except Guy Stone who is obviously still feeling the effects of his leave.
Worse was to come. The holder of the hashit trophy had not brought it; neither had he brought the Book, but he didn't get the water! Thanks to the drivers for transporting us to Nagarkot and back. No thanks to the hare for providing a study of the flora and fauna of Nagarkot.

Next hash, no. 32: Maharajganj - Ring Road junction.

Trash 31, Trash 2, Scribe Julian Pagella

There was a great cry of relief from the assembled company when it was realised that the scribe was back (laden with walking stick, rubber duck, old Uncle Tom Cobbly and all). There was a great wail of anguish from the scribe when he realised that his hashitable hare(y) companion had left his trousers in the mapping project. All in all it is obvious that the scribeship is a hazardous job with little gratitude for recording the misdeeds of a bunch of would-be goats frolicking in the foothills of the himalayas. Having said all that, and a welcome to the RAF, and noting that the Austxxxxxxians were still missing (praise be) we can start.

The route can best be described as confined. There was a fair amount of follow my leader, which is the only way to ensure Guy doesn't get lost. It was really just a case of how high to go before plunging everyone into the valley bottom before deciding how high to take them on the second go round and so on. Trail cutting was blatant, Bob Brown, Eric Cruikshank, Colin Baron were but a sample of the miscreants spotted following the hares not the paper. However a noticeable improvement occurred on the far side of the stream since there was only one trail possible, and at least one of the hares decided it was easier to observe from a distance, giving words of encouragement which were maliciously interpreted as hashitable. Merve just got redder and redder as usual. Both Hash-masters were observed [w]alking on frequent occasions though Roger got some credit for starting everyone off on the correct trail.

The beer was particularly welcome - surely everyone likes warm beer after a good hot run!! Where was Champy? Our information was out on a motor cycle, (if you can believe it) with a bird!! Ugh. Of course Stone got the walking stick award, despite some very challenging opposition. The scribe was left holding the rubber duck for the same reason as he had no trousers. Just you wait!

Next Hash Rendezvous at the intersection of Maharajganj with the ring road and you will all be led astray.
2 June 1980. Bring a friend - if you have one.