Himalayan Mixed Hash Run No. 1225

15 June 02

The Pictures

The Trash

The Details

The GM discovered one photo in the depths of his camera memory. Gives a good feel of what the day was like. The second shot was taken from Machhegaon looking towards Chobar in September last year. The only difference today was that this view was completely hidden by low cloud and rain.

Football? What's football? Oh, there are 22 guys on a field and they kick at a ball or each other, whichever is handier. They wear two kinds of shirts, like hash shirts, but not nearly as colourful. They don't run very far, having only a few thousand square metres to run around in. And the field is FLAT! What fun is that! They try to put the ball in a net. It's a huge net so that's not much of a problem. It would be more fun to see how many players you could put in the net. Thousands of people come to watch them do all this - sort of like villagers on a hash, but the villagers have better comments. World Cup? I suppose that's something like the HASHIT but easier to get.

In short, World Cup football is nothing compared to a good hash!

YET - the run had to give way to football so the MISMANAGEMENT was in its glory. Was the run to start at 3, 4 or 5 p.m.? That depended on whom you listened to. Hurry Krishna seemed to have chosen the middle time. The rain gods also were working on the same schedule, and had the dust well settled by 3:30 and then provided a gentle cooling drizzle. The Danes chose to stay at home, maybe correctly worried about events to unfold later in the day.

At 3:10 the hareless pack started south up a steep motor road to check 1 in a pine grove. Paper headed west down a slippery road and then south and up to the Pushpa Lal memorial and a holding check. Rotter held back to take care of the walkie talkies while the rest of the gang headed west again on a super trail, down to a bridge, down some more, then up to a holding check. As the last runners approached there were shouts in Nepali: "It killed all the ducks!" - not a good sound, and those who understood immediately pretended not to. Poor Ms. Mutt was only being a proper Springer Spaniel. Evidence was produced. Negotiations were held. A down payment was made. The score was finally settled at the chariots. Ms. Mutt returned to the doghouse.

No one wanted to stand around so headed straight down and eventually found paper in a village, and headed east on level ground. Then disaster struck Matt who turned his right ankle and hobbled for half an hour to a point where the GM's ambulance could rescue him.

This was a SUPER course, worth running again when the villagers forget about the ducks. Hurry Krishna deserves the usual 9.9 Desert Fox score. Because of those football hangups, the runners gathered the dead and wounded, and headed off to various T.V. sets. The real winners were the villagers who made a good profit from the ducks, and who had a great duck dinner. Even the GM was happy once he got to watch the game.

Ms. Mutt gets the Hashit.

Those who paid get one free run.

Hare

Hurry Krishna

Location

Machhegaon

Hashers

22

Virgins

0

Newcomers

0

Leavers

0

Returnees

0

Hashit

Duckbill

Trash

The Fox