Sunday saw me have my first Sunday off work for many years, and, of course, I celebrated by being the first one at the Caravelle. I was soon joined by GE, who I hadn’t seen this year, and by PF, who I had. Soon we were joined by the usual merry band of hashers, and off we went to a relatively nearby area to the north of the city.
The pictures posted by C2L showed wonderful, lush greenery and country trails. But was it going to be like a movie trailer, or a dating app, where they show only the good bits and don’t mention the dodgy bits or were we in for a treat?
It was a good beginning as we arrived at the A point in only 50 minutes. The run started with moderate dodginess as we set off on concreted surfaces in a built-up area. But soon we were onto dirt track and into serious shiggy territory. We also had the good fortune to meet some of the friendliest locals ever on a hash.
At one point, I was grabbed and man-handled to a table of beer quaffing locals who wanted me to join them. Well, as tempting as it was, I was able to make my excuses and rejoin the hash in time for, ahem, the beer stop. Very nice it was too.
For the rest of the trail we had some lovely greenery, as per the pictures, but, on the other hand, there was a fair bit of trash to be seen pretty much all around the route. There was also the obligatory patch of mud to let us know it really was a hash run.
We had the circle at Coop B but we had to move from the front of the building to a more security guard friendly spot. There the usual antics were managed by CF with virgins, visitors and returnees all suitably celebrated.
A relatively short bus trip back to the city where there was something of a sausage party (yes, really) which seems to have gone down well.
Thanks to all who contributed, especially our lovely hares.
Onon
Cock-a-Leaky