HHHH Trash for Mixed Hash Run 1660 31 July 2010
Location beyond the school, Champi Hares Rotter, entirely unaided
Hashers 28, of whom 7 paid for beer Hashit Hole-In-One
Trash Tim Rose, Lincoln school limerickesist Trashflash Rotter, Peter
Remarkables virgins:Mike Freeman, Ellen Lange, Rekha Larsen, Mani Neupane, Rob White newcomers: Jam Lee, Tim Rose returnees: John Cox, Rachel Majumdar, Anna Roesler, Kumudini Shrestha, TimStiff
The Pictures The Words

The FRBs are finally directed onto paper out of check 1

Virgins and newcomers (Tim, this week's Scribe, has the green t-shirt)

Returnees

Virgin Rob makes the mistake of buying new shoes for his first hash

Whereas returnee John should know better

Well deserved Hashit for Hole-in-One. One hopes he can find the hole easier than he can paper

My first hash ever inspired me to scribe a few limericks about my interesting and remarkable experience with a great group of good people!

"The trouble with jogging is that the ice falls out of your glass" Martin Mull

The weather was quite bleak outside
But a harrier’s quest cannot be denied
400 rupees our cheap cab cost
But with crap directions we were lost
And saved by some blokes with a ride!

Take care! The trail is slippy he said,
No challenge for your average biped.
And after horrific spills
Our course had no kills
Except for the dog kicked in the head.

Number 1660 was my Virgin Hash premier
And I was lucky I had no new shoes or gear.
At the end we all circled up
The GM never shut-up
Thank God for good folks and cold beer!

It’s a Great day for a Hash in Kathmandu
And there has never been a better Venue
It’s hard to talk when out of breath
Or scared falling to your Death
And now I’m a Hasher Through & Through!

The Hare’s route none could despise
So we ran with all seeing eyes
But one thing was for sure
For all of nature’s allure
Lycra shouldn’t be worn by the guys!

The most enthusiastic are the British
And narrow trails never make them skittish.
So when they are drunk bores and loud
Remember their tradition most proud
A beer drinking-in-a-new-shoe-fetish!

Over Nepal’s most majestic landmass
Nor’ rabid dog or climb we didn’t surpass
But when the running got tough
And endorphins weren’t enough
We’d laugh as the lead fells on his ass!