Returning from Dulikhel recently the GM had awakened from that gentle soft slumber induced by LandRover springs to find himself at the eastern edge of the Valley. Before his eyes was what appeared to be, in his hashing career at least, completely untouched hash territory stretching away north towards the Nagarkot hill. And so it was that eighteen hashers and several horrors found themselves gathered beside an airport radio compound just off the main road to Lhasa with nigh a raindrop in sight.

Of the seven checks the most aesthetically satisfying, was the first, on a hill beside a school with great views of Bhaktapur to the west. While getting to it virgin Gwendolyn decided that she had had enough and cried "take me home". However, after a minute on the path to check two, and the realisation that hashing goes down as well as up, she decided to continue. But it took some serious short-cutting directions from the GM to make sure that she kept in touch. This was quite alright as the GM also fancied an easy day after a bout of monsoon fever.

According to Mad Cow most of the paths out of the checks were found by Jodi who, he says, was in "frustrating shape". Next week's circle will enquire into the exact cause of his frustration. Near the finish the GM and the short-cutters (for the record they were Martina and Emily as well as Gwendolyn) found themselves well ahead of the pack and everyone was able to get to the beer as together as what a hash can, grammar notwithstanding.

The hares received a totally undeserved score of 9.8, out of the usual hat as usual. Gwendolyn (pictured left) began to get the point of it all after her virgin's mug was followed by one for her new shoes - bought especially for the event! The unusually compassionate circle could not bring itself to force such an innocent to drink it from one of them. Even after the GM thought of another reason to mug her, Emily rushed in thirstily to her rescue.

There were plenty of crashers, revealed to the GM after the circle was asked to face out. 69 easily won the Crash of the Week with the usual heavy imprint of rice-field on his legs and backside. A surprise award for the worst short-cutter went to Roadrunner, who had got so mixed up between the paddies that at one point he was running parallel to the rest of the pack but in the opposite direction. Returnees Stephen, Hari, and Hus Kumar were reintroduced. The hashit went to MacPole for almost Adobying to death that brilliant shot he took of last week's hash.

It was then discovered that the circle was taking place on land leased to the contractor who had just completed improvements to the main road. When the impressively posturing landowner turned up looking for someone to take over the lease, Hash 1178 just melted away.

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Rotter and Mad Cow