Trash 1500 minus 1 . . . waiting for the big one

The pack was gathered a little north of Sankhu, after which the run was introduced by Apple, Yogi and Rubberlegs. There would be some serious climbing, false trails and river crossings, but they hadn't seen any leeches on the way . . . . . we'll get back to that. OnOn-up to the temple we started, after that we continued to find what lies above religion....Chang!

After having run up a hill that seemed to have been included to make us remember last week's hash and the front runners having ran down some false false trails (everything was there but the cross at the end), we ended up in the family micro brewery, which Rubberlegs obviously had sniffed out while setting the run. The pouring rain made it tricky for us to down down our cups at the rice wine holding, but finally, the pack was good to go.

The pouring rain washed away another cross on the way down, adding some exercise for some of us. The next hold showed us how people deal different with the element water; (GM, could you insert the name of the man that was wearing the wet T-shirt of his daughter because it was shining through, guess he was returnee) (WHAT was shining through Jimi? I haven't got a clue about all this - GM) decided this was the right time for a mister wet T-shirt contest, Amy and GeeMizz prayed for some male company, falling from the sky, Mickey decided that the male company was good enough for a performance, Ding-a-ling begged, amongst others, the GM to share some body warmth and Doggy Style performed another river dance, deciding that there can never be enough rain.

After slipping down the hill and crossing the river, we were to be introduced to an alternative version of 'it's raining men'. Standing under a tree at the last hold, we found out that we should check a bit higher up each other since the leeches were dropping from the branches. It took a while to decide if the weather would allow us to A: proceed with the down-downs, and B: allow us to leave the OnOn-site after this. Both worked out, having Trouble's VW Beetle showing the 4-wheel drives all about traction control.

While the GM's dog was going ape at the monkeys, the following down-downs were handed out:

Virgins (GM help) (hang on, I can't remember any virgins except Laksman getting a down-down as they had all pissed off home - GM)

Returnees (again help) (see list at top - GM)

Then Ding-a-ling was got for structural disturbance (allegedly the GM still had black hair before he joined the run).

And Keeled got one for taking crowded house's álways take the weather with you' a little too serious (anyone who can understand what the Scribe is trying to say here please enlighten me - GM).

During all this we found out that the Nepali of the GM has reached such a high level that even Nepalese people can no longer follow what's been said. And that the GeeMizz's brownies and Durga's carrot cake are water resistant.