CONTROLLED CONFUSION

Perhaps the present Hash Mismanagement, and Local Government, can learn much from today's hares, who managed to keep everyone in confusion, and get more harriers than usual back to the on-on site more or less together.

The runners had hoped to head straight for the fields to the north. Instead, they found themselves heading west and then south through a built up area to check one. Again they checked towards the fields only to be called back to head east past houses, across the Budhanilkantha Road, down and up through a few ravines, past check two somewhere, and FINALLY down to check three next to the blackest of streams. The more chauvinistic runners were upset to find themselves right with the walkers. Fields, and the Kopan Monastery to the east, tempted most to check that way. Bad mistake. The paper headed upstream a while, crossed a bridge, and then again north to ford the same ugly water, before climbing to the eastern rim of Golphu Tar and holding check 4. Rahim provided a camera to picture the pack squashed together on a flat spot surrounded by signs that the area is the local toilet. The pack headed north on a false trail, and eventually got onto paper which went somewhere to check 5, and eventually west across the Budhanilkanatha road again to check 6, at a familiar spot not too far from the MSF mansion.

By now Keeled had found his way out of the bushes and met up with The Fox and Towed -- a dangerous trio, usually far from one another at this point on a normal run. Towed quickly took charge heading east again, while the other two enjoyed seeing him disappear while they ambled around a little, only to spot the pack heading west into a valley, George and Night Owl leading the way. A fast loop through wheat fields, and then a steep climb, got the pack to holding check 7 and more pictures.

Towed somehow found paper first and led the pack on another loop and up to the Dalasi height and check 8. Again, paper headed south and across one more stream, before climbing into Bansbari and looping home to the beer. Again, the walkers were right with the first runners, thanks to Rosalie's perfect guidance. Chris Keeling, abandoned by his father who had also abandoned the pack, made the whole course, thanks to lots of help from Miss Cathy Custard Tart.

No sign of Rotter today. Mrs. Rotter saw to the provision of good food and drink while Rotter claimed to have a "bad stomach." However, he looked fine biking around Jawalakhel on Friday. Next week, the stomach will be put to the test.

Towed, recovering from the last three weeks of interesting driving, hard climbing, and bumpy flights, took a back seat while The Fox called the circle to order quickly as rain started. We thanked the hares for a super run.

Several people were awarded for doing things RIGHT!

We BEGAN dealing with the events which occurred at the end of the Lamatar Run a few weeks ago. We noted that Towed managed to abandon Duckbill, take Keeled's motorcycle keys, and park his chariot in the Lamatar toilet. We noted that Viaggro came to some sort of rescue. [ed. For the historical record... No! Viaggro was to blame for going off with Keeled's keys and will be punished]. Such mismanagement cannot be ignored. Perhaps the Grand Master can continue the process of punishment if his stomach ever comes back to order.

The Fox conjures up rain whenever he runs the circle and was thus awarded a beer.

We noted above the Keeled disappeared from check 7, and returned to the MSF house only after reaching the ring road and finding a taxi. He was awarded the Hashit for his efforts.

Thanks to Mrs. Rotter and crew for providing the key management of snacks and liquids.