Twenty Happy Harriers gathered at the Gough house Monday afternoon - looking forward to a relatively dry run for a change. After all, this bit woud be right here in town, wouldn’t it? Exactly at 5.00 the “On, On” signal was given (much to the irritation of 3 latecomers who assumed we would be our usual laggardly selves in getting moving) and the Hash Horn was blown to signal the beginning ... of the worst damn drenching we have had since the Fallon-Stone Swayambu classic. Hoping against the proverbial hope that it would clear up quickly, the pack scurried up Lazimpat and cut to the right into the back alleyways of Pnipokhari. A brief tour by the towering walls of the new Russian Embassy (smile, we were probably all on candid camera) ended with a descent into the lowlands which nearly lost Messrs Barrett, Russell, and Shannon who totally blew the second check. The gang finally gathered into some semblance of order in the open paddy fields as the gods and goddesses of rain dumped royally on us. Not only were we all beginning to look like drowned rats, but the precious paper (of course it’s precious.., it’s classified isn’t it?) to mark our route home was being rapidly dissolved into a fine pink powder. At one point, the whole motley crew was strun out over the paddiers all to hell and gone until newcomer Ulirich spotted a sopping bit of pink on a bund to the east and the chase was on again. Now the hares even had to join in the fun with occasional suggestions as to where there might have once been some paper. Again, reminiscent of the F & S Swayambu run, the hounds played along with the hares pretending to follow their trails of imaginary paper leading to imaginary checks.

About midway through this mess, our numbers were increased to 23 when friends Illes, McMullen, and Kedwell decided to participate and came splashing across the swamps to join the fun. Jerry W. was sure he knew the trail since he had seen paper in front of his house, but he managed to forget where his house was and led a few suckers off in the opposite direction.

Aside from the amusement of watching some of the adventurous types get lost in the bottom of a formidable ravine at one point, the center-ring attraction was Dibley whose crash-and-burn show nearly earned him the walking stick. However, with the HM’s performance of last week fresh in our minds, it will take a bit more than muddy cheeks to mark a standout act. Accompanied by the howls of many a fierce hound, and finally on visible paper again, the crowd rambled back to Lazimpat and up the road to Gough’s place where we took our frustrations out on four cases of cool Anchor frostiers.

Announcement - The MIXED HASH THRASH will be held on Saturday, 15 August. There will be a Mixed Hash in the late afternoon (location to be announced next week we hope) and the festivities will be at the Sheraton-Everest in the Evening. 75 Rupees per head will admit you to a Buffet/Dance with no corkage charge on imported booze. Please bring your money to the Hash next Monday so we can tell the mixed hashers how many of our lot to expect at their shin-dig.

Hashit - Nearly not awarded, but when it was discovered that Dave McMullen had been training during the week, he swept the honor away for the week.
Walking Stick - Mike Barrett, a dual award - for coming in last seven hashes in a row, and for sticking with this foolishness through his fiftieth birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A SENIOR HASHER…

Welcome to - Earl Beyer, US Peace Corps Staff; and Paul Ullrich, on vacation all the way from Diyarbakir, Turkey.

Hash No. 94 - Haresi Roberts and Allen – Sitapaila village west of the Ring Road. Watch this road, it’s rough one for little cars!
Hash No. 95 - Hares: Nedegard and Frandsen
Hash No. 96 - Anybody for hares?

REMEMBER ONLY 7 MORE HASHES UNTIL NUMBER 100!