Well, we were promised a Scandahoovian Smorgasbord this time around, and we got one. It seems that our flatlander Dane and Swede became overwhelmed by the hilly terrain above Baregau and ended up losing the whole bloody lot of us out in some dense bush.

It all started off reasonably enough with _____ in the lead through the first check. (NO, I won’t say it - this scribe is getting bored with reporting the same name for every check every week, so let’s at least come up with some offensive nicknames or other obscene references to give the report some variety.) We worked our way down towards a deep valley following that Canuk Roberts (hooray — another name!) through the second check. Then, like a bunch of fear-struck bunny rabbits, we huddled on the south side of a mini-canyon waiting, to be forced “On-On” even though we all knew we would inevitably have to cross — and of course we did....... following ___________

This led us up the other side and through the bush for some distance until we arrived at the local watering and laundry hole deep in the forest primeval. From this point the entire Hash became rather vague and disoriented. DK was somewhere off in the next panchayat to the south yelling “On-On” - Nedegard was somewhere up on the hillside to the north yelling On_On! (and he was a hare so he should know, right?) - Frandsen (or someone that sounded like him) was hidden in the forest to the east yelling “On-On” - and at least half a dozen locals thought they wou1d add to the fun with their own versions of “On-On” from various points of the compass.

With all this... we needed... the Cavalry TO THE RESCUE! What are Hashmasters for [if] not to lead the troops out of such predicaments. Tony unilaterally declared that the paper now led up the hill to the east and would follow the ledge around to the main road. His word was good enough for most of us, so off we trailed - much to the disgust of the hares. At least no one can accuse this bunch of being unambitious. By following the HM’s newly authorized paper, we managed to add a good twenty minutes to the run - but we did get a beautiful view of the valley. Sure enough (and who could ever doubt the word of the HM?) -- after following the superhightrail around the side of the valley we came upon the real stuff and followed it straight on in to the motor pool and accompanying libations.

Between beers there was some extensive discussion about Hash Protocol. This Hash Report does not presume to be THE authority on the rules of Hashing, and in general we are all more or less unenthused about writing down absolute rules. This is a flexible outfit, but it can flex only so far before the Hashit gets busted over someone’s head. Rather than RULES in big capital letters, we prefer to speak of “Courtesies.”

Courtesy Number One - It was agreed that common hashing courtesy calls for the lead hasher, upon arriving at a check, to wait at that check until other hashers have arrived to assist in the search. It is not necessary that there be 3 or 5 or 7 others - just a representative number reflecting the total running and how strung out they are. When the check is clearly advertised and others have arrived, the search for the trail can begin. Courtesy Number Two - When a hasher does find the trail, he should yell "On-On” immediately, clearly, and loudly, and perhaps more than once. (Or alternatively, he may yell “paper” if he suspects a false trail and does not want to be reviled by the others for leading, them astray.) - Then, rather than tearing off as if there was a race to win, the trail finder should wait at least long enough to ascertain that the others have heard him and are following the right track.

COURTESY, PEOPLE - All this jazz is courtesy, not rules - plain, old down-to-earth, garden variety courtesy which makes it all more fun for everybody.

Congratulations to: The American Embassy on their new paper shredder which must have been bought with the Hash in mind.

Walking Stick to: Pagella for a nicely executed flop in the paddies.
Hashit to: For royally screwing up what was actually a quite decent hash laid by Nedegard and Frandsen - the hounds this time out all deserve the honor. We deserved to get lost for ignoring their help and messing up the check at the water hole which was clearly laid.

Hash No. 96 Hares. Pagella, Thwaites, & Shambo (though I’m not sure of the order according to their abilities). Head out the Raj Path towards India and about 2-3 km beyond the Ring Road you cross a concrete bridge - look for kids, dogs, & chariots in the vicinity

Hash No. 97 (Hares - Dibley & Van de Putte
Hash No.98 Hares- Cough & Gough
Hash No. 99 Hares - Scholey & Shannon
WOWEE. HASH NUMBER 100 - Starring the Hashmasters caning their keep doing the Hare honors. Russell & Millbank (trumpet fanfare...)