‘More effort put in marking the road up to the onside than in the actual run!’ ‘A highly unbalanced run, having 5 checks (Griot counted even 6) in the first half and none in the second half!’ These were some of the comments the hares had to face while getting severely down-downed after their run.

It started with the route descriptions that showed similarities to the release of the newest Harry Potter book….surrounded by mystery. Jimi gave it another try to claim pseudo-hare as a hash name by writing in the run location notes 'people to take the road next to the temple'. Unfortunately this been obscured years ago by the construction of a police station in front of it.

Still a reasonable number of people managed to make it to the Onsite (although Doggy Style almost had to abandon the mission 50 metres before reaching us as his low-slung town car hit serious mud). After warming up (that is trying to form a circle) we took off. (oh come on Scribe, you could never describe the startup of the pack as 'taking off' - GM) Coming down from the first hill we faced our first real challenge: a women standing in the rice paddies waving her knife while explaining us in local slang how she was going to make us lose weight if we crossed her rice paddies. Fear of mutilation won in the end, but even a respectful detour turned out to be full of adventure as the GM suddenly saw himself chased by another woman with maybe more loving, but therefore not less dangerous intentions (I'd have preferred the knife actually - GM).

Coming up to the second hold we noticed that we were missing some of our Jack Russell sprinters (look Dingaling, there might be some paper down there!), which resulted in most of us debating whether the On-Site was visible instead of checking for the trail. (it was: we humoured the Hares - GM)

A little further, the muddy road raised the worry that pulling a foot back out of the mud may result in a shoe no longer a shoe being attached, or even the prospect of a hash-crash, or just a hash-not-so-fresh dirtying. Also, at this point returnee The Mad Dane could be confused with the Dead Dane. Maybe he could have equipped himself like Micki and Moosette, raising the question ‘What’s really coming out of those straws?’

After the raging-rice-paddy woman the second real challenge was to wait for the walkers when we returned. Victim had managed to escape Lola’s iron fist but the others were taking on a 2.5 hour tour. This waiting for down-downs and social drinking resulted in us inviting random people to the circle, hoping that they were walkers, and the GM throwing stones at babies to shut them up (speaking of earning hash names . . baby rocker?), and punishing Apple for complaining about this barbarian act, and Lola the Hashit for showing us what a real walk is like.

We welcomed a good few Virgins, most of them from the land of Overexposure, and several who had been in Nepal for some time, but were just about to leave and were cussing themselves for only now having discovered the delights of the HHHH.

Returnee The Mad Dane will unfortunately be with us for a month, although he did say he would be swimming along the Terai for a lot of the time. The great thing is, as he's here to shut Danish forestry down, he won't have to trouble us again.

Like all the best Hashes, particularly when The Fox is in attendance, it was a day of great weather with hardly a spit of rain at a time when the Terai and England were having serious flooding.

Thanks to the Hares for a great run, and Durga for the usual snacks and the magic disappearing carrot cake.