The night before, a sleepless night for those near the kids in the tents, a beautiful dawn and breakfast at about 7.30, resulted in a lot of befuddled hashers assembling for the run at 11.00. The situation was totally confused by the hares, who announced that there were three types of paper on the run! White for the long distance runners only, pink and white mixture for the long distance runners, middle distance runners and walkers and then pink for the walkers only. Therefore, not only had we to look for paper, we had to determine what was its colour.

However, off we all went (in the same direction as Towed and Tadpole disappeared yesterday) on pink and white paper. The first check was a short distance for the start and pink paper was quickly found along a contour path. Obviously the pink-white mixture must be down the hill - and it was. This followed an irrigation channel until the next check where the walkers joined the runners. At this check, the walkers just disappeared down the hill. Grumblewald, being an intelligent hasher, considered that if the walkers were going down, the runners would probably be going that way too. However after his one kilometre run around he determined paper was not down there. Meanwhile the runners just milled around until prompting from the hares indicated that Grumblewald had not looked carefully enough. So we followed the walkers to the next check on an incised meander of the small river (If you do not know what it means look it up on the internet). Cunningly, the hares had continued the pink and white trail on the other side of the river but it would take more than that to outsmart Grumblewald, Turd Herder and Rotter.

Check three was on a narrow irrigation channel with only three possibilities. Keeled Over found white paper uphill and called the runners while others just looked aimlessly around. Grumblewald appeared from the lower trail to follow the calls, only to find that it was a falsie. The correct trail went down over the river and, of course, up the other side. About 20 percent of the way up the trail divided with runners following the contour trail and walkers going up the other 80 percent of the hill on the sunlit trail. The 80 percent was just a long hot slog up to the holding check at the Pipal tree on the top of the ridge. The scribe went up the 80 percent part, so has no idea what happened on the runners trail but judging by the faces of Viggo and Bog Trotter (who had gone with the runners) it was equally challenging.

After this check, the runners went up another hill and the pinkies followed a trail to the Dakshinkali temple and then back to the Inn at the completion of the run.

This circle was unique as when, we returned to the Inn, the staff, who had obviously taken sympathy on the exhausted mob (after a Keeled Over marathon the previous day, a night of drinking and a run in the heat of the day), had thoughtfully arranged a circle of chairs with a table (and cloth) in the middle.

After the snacks and initial quenching of thirst - dehydration from alcohol and the run - the GM called the seated circle to order (Well he tried anyway!!)

The hares were awarded a score of 9.9C by the scribe (as the GM forgot).

The GM then continued with awards for various offences as follows:

The hashit was then awarded, by unanimous consent, to Rotter. He had announced to all the kids (and adults) on Saturday that he had brought with him a television and VCD player as he had obtained a copy of the latest Harry Potter film. This was to keep the kids (and adults) entertained while the alcholics went about their business during social drinking, or after dinner or whenever. The appointed time came and the kids, and Jules, disappeared to Rotter's room to watch the film, only to re-appear a few minutes later. Rotter had left the VCD at home!!!!

The GM then remembered that he had some more down-downs to award as follows:

Social drinking was followed by an excellent birthday cake for Head Chopper.

Many thanks to all those who made the weekend a great success including the organisers, named above, Rotter and Mrs. Rotter and you.