The b****y Aust****an fooled the lot of us. The above photograph is testament to the fact that he fooled some of us more than others. Read on to get the full story of this classic hash with many distinguishing features!!

Hare Shrivelled gave very explicit and insistent instructions at the start about the importance of following ‘the paper' on what he explained was to be a two-hour long live hare run. This was met with some wry expressions by the participants of the previous three hour Shrivelled epic (Hash 1354). He went on to demonstrate how he'd use WFP flour to lay the trail and many single-circle checks. The walkers were told what to do, and he then set off. Five minutes later the pack followed in hot pursuit.

Throughout the run you couldn't tell in which direction the Antipodean bar steward was heading, although a pattern did begin to emerge after a while. The route first led down into the khet-bari above the Bagmati before twisting up and past Towed Hall. The circle-of-flour-checks came thick and fast and held back the FRBs. The trail now led over the Bhaisipati road towards the Nakhu Khola, and then, keeping quite high on the valley side, snaked past the First Bungamati Tree. The spots of flour led back down the Bagmati side of the ridge and through Bungamati before heading back up to the ridge and over to the Nakhu side along narrow village trails. At no point did we catch site of the hare.

At this point Rotter was leading after shortcutting around Sainbu. Keeled led the chasing pack and Grumble, no-doubt trying to short cut, had gone completely missing. The run meandered around the ridge and was deliberately planned so that Shrivelled did not expose himself to the view of the chasing pack, although we do know that that was not the case on the Palestine Hash (get it?).

The frontrunners soon beheld the shiny white WFP pickup and a grinning Shrivelled at the mid-point beerstop . After a couple of lukewarm glasses of ale Shrivelled set off again with five minutes grace.

The route now led back over to the east and at last headed down and across the Nakhu Khola. Still, everybody was wondering where the hell the hare was taking us. Some of the seasoned hashers were contemplating drastic short-cuts to try and cut the hare off as the clock ticked on with an hour and a half gone and we were still heading further away from the On-In site. Everybody was by now totally knackered on what must have been the hottest day of the year as the trail led up towards Chapagaun. Steffan, Rotter, et al. were in the front with Keeled, who had fallen for every false trail, Big Jim and Nic in the middle group.

The flour now emerged on to the Chapagaun main road and then took a right towards Bajrabarahi. It was only now that I began to realise what the hare had done. Yes, a swanky bus was waiting for us at the end of what had been an A to B live hare run. The blue ice box was a welcoming site and even the usual soft drinkers downed a couple of beers.

Shrivelled looked so chuffed that it made you want to throw up. He was particularly delighted that he had fooled Grumble and Towed. Apparently Towed had ended up near Dakchhinkali! With no sign of Dave, Etienne and Viaggro the bus set off whilst Shrivelled and friend made a few cursory searches for them. We guessed right that they had missed the turnoff to Bajrabarahi and had set off back towards Kathmandu along the main road. What a hoot as the bus first passed Viaggro and Etienne, and then Dave jogging along and looking totally wasted. We picked them up and then some bright spark pointed out how the bus would pass by Grumble's front door.

Procurement expert Shrivelled directed the bus towards Grumble's house and, in front of a very startled Lisa, emptied Grumble's fridge of his stock of good Danish beer. This supplementary beer was received with a great cheer by the bus full of by-now slightly pissed hashers. There was an even greater cheer when we arrived back at the circle and Grumble realised he had been well and truly had.

I'll leave Towed to describe the circle where Grumble got the Hashit.