The trail headed out briefly into the fields to start with, on a totally pointless diversion, returning very quickly onto the road and then across the river (using a bridge, of all things!). A little meandering took us to Check 1 where the pack scattered over the terraces in search of the way to Check 2. Eventually paper was found heading up through a village and by various paths to the check at the main road. From here the trail went straight across and down into the valley, with Rotter showing the way. Some diversionary false trails had been laid from Check 3, which scattered the pack quite well but, with the run having been steadily heading north, the ridge overlooking Sankhu was beckoning, especially bearing in mind the propensity of the Hare for ridiculous runs.

Holding Check 4 was eventually discovered by a young female virgin (isn't that the way they're supposed to be?) and the more experienced Line, I think. Clearly the trail would head on-up from here and it did via some route unknown to me and The Fox who were off on one of our usual "long checks". (Quote from the Fox at Holding Check 6 "I was a bit worried that I'd been off paper for a bit too long, but then I found Towed and realised I was really lost!") Serious willpower was obviously exercised in this area by the Hare as the trail contoured for a while before heading down again, still a couple of hundred metres below the ridge.

The trail headed down through the terraces and eventually on to the road for a short distance, then to Holding Check 6 where the major triumph of the Hare came to light - Grumblewald failed to arrive. With luck, he was still heading towards Nagarkot.

From here it was a relatively gentle run out back to the On-In site with some friendly locals pointing the way from Check 7, and Check 8 apparently so obscurely sited that no-one really saw it. Reaching the On-In, the runners were surprised to find that only a few walkers - the brutish hash grubs that had turned up - had returned. Further enquiries revealed that the walk had been over so quickly that they had decided to go out for another one.

Eventually all returned safely, including Grumblewald, and the circle was called to order but not before Run Crafty had his vehicle manhandled out of the site, cutting up a fair bit of the bog in doing so. The Hares were called in and the GM decided that there would be two run discussions, one for the runners and one for the walkers. The Running Hare was dealt with first, with the general verdict being an excellent run, if a little short at 90 minutes. The Walking Hare was second but, if my memory serves me well, proceedings were interrupted whilst Grumble and his virgin were done for a private party (Grumble was trying to find ways of making Tuborg palatable by decanting it into a Carlsberg bottle). There was then some discussion about the length of the walk and the Hare being ignored.

Virgins followed: an Irish bloke called Derek the tourist, and Sonia, who may or may not be a fellow traveller. They also have something to do with Rødent. Then there was another tall bloke called Claus who had something to do with Grumble and had been here for 7 weeks without coming on the hash. Finally, a fit young lady whose name and raison d'être elude me (Sarah, an NGO worker - GM) and Genevieve

Returnees Deputy Dawg and Naren were then dealt with separately, possibly because the GM has recollections of the Sri Lankan President calling Norwegians a bunch of salmon eating busy bodies and didn't think they'd get on together, but more likely because he plain forgot Naren.

Amongst others, and in no particular order, down downs were awarded to:

In honour of the day's up-coming re-run of the rugby world cup final, the GM called in representatives from the great rugby playing nations - Australia (Night Owl), Ireland (the Irish virgin), England (Towed), New Zealand (Lao Lover) and Belgium??!!! (Etienne).

The Hashit was awarded unopposed to Lazy Towed for leading the walkers' rebellion.

In the absence of Mrs. Rotter thanks should, I suppose, go to Rotter (with a bit of extra help provided by the awesomely photogenic Ever Ready) for the catering, to the Hares for an excellent run.

As a final curtain call, the bog took control of the US Embassy vehicle. It took United Nations intervention to implement the rescue (not to mention the offer of a visa to anyone who helped): some sound British engineering, a dubious (probably Chinese) tow rope, the bog-driving skills of Denmark and the combined person-power of the remaining hashers. It was probably all the armour plating that made it sink in the first place!