The heavy morning rains relented, blue patches appeared between the monsoon clouds, and the pack gathered on a broad green sward beside the road department's gravel heaps. The hare directed the chase to first paper on the nearest of these, which pointed on across the other two, and on to the route proper. A fence appeared which bunched the pack while thoughts were directed to getting over it. Intelligence just about prevailed and progress continued past the first check, easily done as back hare Simon couldn't hold back. On, with encouragements from rice planters, over the Dhapakhel road, and back down again onto the rice. Simon had by now dropped back and then into a paddy,coming up without a shoe. Fatherly love overcame the hare's more primal hash instincts and he went back for a grope in the mud, successful as it turned out. Meanwhile the pack had got to a hold, reached by zig-zagging up through steep grass. At the top FITD had just enough breath left to mutter about sadistic hares. However the annoyingly fresh DESERT FOX showed the hare a much steeper route and wondered how he missed it. FORCED LABOUR, new to the HHHH, and hills, saved the situation by conjuring up sweet images of the flatness of his own hash in Saskatoon. And a visitor from the Bombay hash added it sure beats running over cars and rickshaws. Anyway, this was actually the last hill, as the pack proceeded through broad corn fields. A false trail held things up for only a minute although the X at the end of it was probably the one that STATS found. Good hunting STATS! The sniff of beer

presently took over any thoughts of a paper hunt and the first sight of home brought an immediate turn down to the cars. Except STATS who dutifully completed the full paper, and Simon and MAILA, who headed off to Lele. MOBY DICK roared off on his motorbike to effect a rescue.

Down downs were accompanied by the hare's udder's usual delicious hot snacks. Fond farewell was given to MOBY DICK, and the absent PUSHY GALORE, (for whom this week's cow had waited in vain). We wish them well on the African plateau, which is HIGHER than Kathmandu, and therefore HIGHER than the present activites of the HHHH. This disgraceful situation must be rectified!

The hare got the hashit for not commiting any specific heinous crimes, although his simple computer maps continue to baffle hard of thinking hashers. He got a second one for not performing the first to general satisfaction. Funny, I thought the GM was emergency shitter. But perhaps he needs to sober up after a disastrous few weeks. And he did bring everything this time. Mind you his complicated nested hashmails need a little looking at or we'll all get his repetitive strain injury. As proceedings drew to a close the clouds parted to reveal the peaks to the east of the valley. Some hashers even knew their names. A pleasant end to a fortunate afternoon, for by evening the deluge had resumed.