It’s not too clear who the GM appointed to write the trash – me or Night Owl – but given Night Owl‘s recent literary performance, this account will do until he gets around to submitting his version. His description of the run will almost certainly be more accurate than mine, but will it be more interesting?

The GM desperately tried to call the circle to order but was continuously thwarted by Towed Under who kept telling him to wait as there were more people coming. Surprisingly he obeyed and it was only when Adele, Beth and George arrived that proceedings were allowed to commence. Seven checks were announced, with numbers 4 and 6 being holding checks. Confusion reigned as to whether the walkers or runners were supposed to follow the arrow somewhere between checks 2 and 3, a dispute which was eventually resolved in favour of the runners (or walkers). Rules were explained to the virgins in the usual concise manner and we set off along the road heading toward Nagarkot. After a few hundred metres we peeled off to the south and into territory fairly recently explored on Run 1358.

Check 1, as is usual with a Night Owl check, scattered the pack far and wide – the idiots were casting around at the end of the false trail instead of returning to the check as required by the rules. Check 2 was somewhere further south towards the bottom of the hill and, as promised the trail started to climb after the arrow between Checks 2 and 3. From Check 3, the trail headed up the hill then rather sneakily turned west after a short climb. I found the false trail. Sometime later I found Grumblewald and Craig who must have been even further off paper.

Having (thankfully) lost Grumblewald somewhere along the way, Check 7 was discovered by Virgin Craig and me and from there, again through bits of familiar territory from Run 1358, it was a straightforward run home on which we only got lost three times. Arriving back in a comfortable hour and a half, Craig was distraught to discover that all the soft drinks had been finished and he would be forced to drink beer.

Hash numbers have been on the increase over the past three weeks in the absence of the GM, but his return prompted a mass exodus before the circle could be called to order. The Landie full of TBS teachers and sprogs, the (briefly) returning Grate Dane, last week’s virgins (there’s something unusual – last week’s virgins actually came back!) and various others legged it back to Kathmandu before they could be dragged into the excruciating experience of a Rotter circle.

Down downs were awarded as follows:

The only worthwhile nomination was Grumblewald for being himself but for some bizarre reason the GM decided that there should be a shoe size competition. Newcomer Bigfoot won hands down, if that is an appropriate expression, for his size thirteens.

As a curtain call, just when we all thought social drinking was in order, Beth was collared for trying to scrounge a lift whilst the circle was still going on, thus keeping up her record of at least one down-down on every hash she’s been on!

A final thanks is to Tibetgal and Mrs. Rotter for the other hash catering and the Hares for what, had I managed to see more of it, may have been a very good run.