Venue Ulu Tamu Hot Springs
Hare Saru
Co-hare Chickenhead
Scribe Colin King
Something else I have been roped in for that I don’t seem to remember having any responsibility for but that’s hashing for you. Turned up to the hot springs venue with boy and dog, weather was fairly overcast as I recall. GM was present for one of his twilight runs before he was due to be booted into obscurity again at the forthcoming AGM. Before the run he called for your scribe to step forth and be accountable for something, unfortunately, the scribe not speaking Texan inbreed language could not quite make out the meaning of the babble of words, so just nodded and waited for the On On call.
The pack were sent off towards the hills and up. First check caused a bit of confusion but was eventually called on (which is good otherwise the run would not have been completed) and we went onwards and upwards. Cannot remember much about the run other than a check at the top of a hill. Clearly, this was to be broken down the hill and forwards, it was obvious. Brave Scribe and GM went right to the bottom of the hill where the paper was clearly going to be, working anti-clockwise around the hill to home. At the very bottom of the hill just as these brave fellows were about to find the paper and call On On, the cry came from the top of the sodding hill and back. Do these hares no what they are doing!?
GM, Scribe and loyal dog finally traverse our way back up the hill to find everyone has pissed off. Pick up the trail and continue bashing on. Eventually reach a river where the hare is waiting on the other side. But hang on, what’s this, isn’t that Roger with Saru? But Gordon was at the run site wasn’t he? What’s going on? Who’s baking the Saru’s Birthday cake? Will there be another tsunami? So many questions for one hash afternoon, the brain simply cannot cope.
Bloody great long road home after the river slog to eventually reach the bath area. As is customary at this site, the runners grab a beer or two, sit down in some stinky fart smelling hot water and wait to see which harriette gives us the best nipple outlining wet t-shirt demonstration. Unfortunately, Gail was injured so did not trust her healing back to the slippery steps to the festering pool. No clear winner this time, though Winstanley came close.
What did get the girls wet this time round was Mike ‘WhoreMonger’ Rickard. Mike upped his usual age limit for the hash ladies in order for them to qualify for his ride of a lifetime, well, in Mike’s case, ride of 1 min, as he gave the girls a sample of his thrusting technique using his 200cc throbbing machine. Most came off somewhat wobbly.
On downs in the circle done and dusted the hash moved onto the usual restorant though at this particular juncture, the boy got an upset stomach and I did not make it.
Good run, no idea what it got.
Wan King
Posted by onsec at April 11, 2005 06:51 PM