Not a great deal to say about this run, or at least the one that everyone bar Rotter, Run Crafty and me did.

The usual rambling Griot briefing preceded the off, in the usual direction of left out of the gate and up to Sitapaila Broadswards. From the usual check here, having checked to within about 15 feet (yes, this was a US imperial units trail!) of the paper I decided to follow Rotter down into the valley. Run C followed and, in the absence of any other calls, we continued to check up the other side. That was pretty much the last we saw of paper and it was only when Run Crafty and I had been abandoned by Rotter and headed off up to the monastery that we came across vestiges of the out trail!

At least we were back at the house in a respectable time and had to wait, firstly for the rest of the walkers to come in after having passed them on the road back, and then a considerable time for the runners to appear.

What can one say about the circle? Well, there must have been brownies, Duckbill went for a dip in the ornamental pond below the waterfall and the new Griot pups got right on her tits.

From the photos it can also be said that:

•  The Hare got a 9.9

•  There were virgins aplenty

•  There were visitors from Dhaka

•  The Fox came back, resplendent in high fashion wear

•  Keeled had a down-up for something, by the looks of things

•  Rotter, quite deservedly, got the Hashit

I'm sure that there were other misdemeanours to celebrate. Ahh, yes, the first hard copy hash newsletter for some considerable time was handed out before the run to counter media blackouts and press censorship.

Other than that, its thanks to the Missusses Rotter and Griot for the hash catering and reluctantly to the Hare for managing to fool three of the most experienced hashers on the run.