Himalayan Mixed Hash Run No. 1471 21 January 2007
Location Katunje, just south of Bhaktapur Hares Anil, Nabin, Manoj the Local
Hashers 53 Hashit Anil
Trash Howe's That? Trashflash Jenny (Sweatylocks), Rotter
Remarkables virgins: Leah Bouchar, Lena Delboulle, Linda Hynes, Manju Karki, Parmeswar Khatiwada, Farid Mattin, Subarna Thapa,Manoj Shrestha returnees: Lim Khe, Bill Robins, Fanta Woods, Nabin Shrestha leavers: Kail and Rosco Griotettes, Doggy Style (hooray!)
The Pictures The Trash

Hares Manoj, Nabin, and Anil

Virgins Parmeswar, Farid, Leah?, Subarna, and Manoj

Latecomers, all from between Mexico and the North Pole

Returnee Fanta celebrates the Guinea general strike

John and Plonker, for what reason I know not

An easy one for Ian as today's run ventured nowhere near the Bagmati

Hash recce done on a motorbike, and some suspicion that most of the paper was set the same way

Hash 1741 got off to a timely start with the GM obviously taking the previous week’s hash comments on board regarding time management. The on-on was at Katunje just south of Bhaktapur. After the usual circle introductions and explanations (where the hares did not seem to know how many checks there were or about the route in general) everyone set off northwards down the hill. Anil and Navin hared the runners and ‘Amanda’, aka Manoj the Local, the walkers.

The timely start surprised a few late comers with The Fox expressing extreme indignation at everyone leaving before he was ready. The route then led eastwards and then north to an up-down-up-down temple, before coming round in a full circle westwards on to the main road to China at Nagargot chowk.

It was a gentleman’s run of about 1.25 hours with a few not-too-strenuous climbs, across a few fields, along a few roads and with one major river crossing of at least 1.75m width by 3.226 mm deep rushing water. As the hare was heard to say afterwards, ‘no one wants a 3-4 hour hash, there needs to be plenty of time for ‘social snacks, drinks and chat’.

A couple of notable incidents occurred. Big j aka Over-Exposed obviously managed to crack the high security hash communications system, determined the hash route, met the runners half way round in his j-mobile, and sneakily joined the runners. Luckily he was spotted by the GM who made sure everyone was aware of this by shouting ‘you’re late, you’re late’. Griot also tried the same approach but obviously got his wires crossed. He was first seen by everyone as he pitched up all hot and sweaty back at the on-on site 20 minutes after the runners had finished.

The hare spent most of his time looking out for a few slow-coaches (holding everyone up) and it was obvious this suited him quite well (it also suited this scribe who is not known for ‘checking it out’). The GM had some concerns that the hares may have set the trail on motorbikes, but this was strenuously denied!!. For the second week in a row the runners made it back before the walkers.

Again the circle got off to a timely start and a 9.9 was awarded for the afternoon. Initially a 6.6 was proposed but inverted to 9.9 when it was realised that the proposer had only recently been on the other side of the world. The highlight was probably the local black and white dog that strode purposely and arrogantly in the circle following the GM as he did his stuff. Even Victim and his two ferocious beasts could not chase it away (the dog not the GM). Is this the first time the GM’s position has been challenged by a dog?

A down-down was given to one country in particular (all present were down-downed) for the biggest con in history - paying a has-been ex- footballer $1m per week to kick a football around! Finally, commiserations to hare Anil for getting the Hashit. Allegations of using the motorbike to set the trail would not be silenced and according to hash rules, unfortunately it’s a case of being guilty until proved innocent. Again thanks to Mrs Rotter for supplying the snacks. How’s that!

[ed. not bad this week but you forgot to mention about Plonker finding out the meaning of her hash name. She thought it was something harmless, but found out that it actually means the following:

"The term plonker started out as a reference to someone who was forever drunk on cheap wine (cheap wine is nicknamed plonk). This person was usually a homeless or poor person. Today the term plonker is a very light-hearted insult. It’s not even seen as an insult and is like calling someone ‘a wally’. It’s in no way meant maliciously. You call someone a plonker when they say or do something stupid such as: Bob - why didn’t my food cook ?
John - you never turned on the oven, you plonker."

Now you know.]

John - you never turned on the oven, you plonker."

Now you know.]