Turnout: 21

With a flourish of leaves of paper, the Scribe presented the report of No 33 at the meeting place on the Ring Road near Jawalakhel. It first shows how important the presence of Joint Masters in the Valley has become as KGR (King George Robinson?) usually applies the pressure and thumb Screws to keep the reports appearing on time. Was Julian practising to be the Past-Scribe; make your own decision.

And so to the run. After the few disasters of previous weeks, an air of normality returned to the Hash this was nothing to do with KGRs enforced sojourn in LK but the planning by the Hares of a more realistic trail. It was shades of No. 2 backwards (for those of long memory) as 19 runners (history is doubtful on this point) set off down the hill through the village to the river and the first check. The field become so widespread it took all the cunning of RJB to find the simple load of the next leg - thus further endorsing the need for Joint Masters. After what seemed to be ten miles, all uphill, the second check was reached and more confusion reigned. With the US Army leading up the hill followed by a mere handful and finding a moderate scattering of paper, the shout was raised. That had no effect as others gathered round the kobold -like [2003 ed. A kind of domestic spirit in German mythology, corresponding to the Scottish brownie and the English Robin Goodfellow!] figure of hare Thwaites crouched on the paddy bund. Here the Scribe came into his own with raucous yells of so-called encouragement came lumbering from the distance past the check and onto the "right" trail. The ditherers no longer dithered and followed this apparition of leadership only to find themselves united with the earlier group who were waiting at check three. From here on fortunes varied and a series of interesting checks separated and gathered the Hashers as the route went over the main track and back again to the river. Another scattering of Hashers and then on up the hill to the Ring Road - but not that far! Here it seemed the hares had hidden the check behind a shrine - definitely a Hash Sin and more confusion followed during which everyone arrived back at the cars/bicycles etc.

In the gathering twilight amidst the Tibetan versions of nomadic brinjannies and worse, no one could be awarded the Hashit because it was not there and Steve had to keep the Stick to help him home.

Next run no 35. Bhaktapur road near Thimi.