COMPARATIVE HASHING
MEMORIES FROM BH3’S „VISEGRÁD” RUN ON 21/OCT/2001
Weather didn’t look very good as we started from Batthány square to Visegrád for run No.557(?). Fog was thick and there was a possibility of rain in the air. Only one hash-car showed up here, so a taxi had to be hired for the carless hashers on foot. But things started to look much better when we arrived to our meeting point at the banks of the Duna. Thanks to the almost perfect mismanagent many more hash-cars (missing badly from the Batthány square car-pool spot) were to be found here, adding up to a total number of 22(!) good hashers. We were welcomed warmly by the Lord Mayor of Dunabogdány and there was still warm pogacsa and a shot of fiery palinka left for us. What a great way to start a run!
So up we went to the park and what we had there? A nice campfire and more food, bacon, and bread with pickled cucumbers. Can it get better than this? Yes, it can! As we were running and walking, the sun came behind the clouds and let us enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Duna bend.
Trail was good, even there was a strange white powder all along it. Anthrax agent? Who knows… Rabies had a couple of desperate attempts to civilize us with his knowledge of history. What a waste of time with hashers…
Cause there was no other M.M. Committee member except Rabies, who was also a hare, I had the honour to be the Stand-In RA. We started the down-downs to the hares and decided that it was an excellent trail. Many thanks and down-downs to Silver Fox, H.E. Mr.J.Schuszter, Rabies and Sigrid. Then it was time for virgins. We had Linda from USA, Gabor from Hungary and two ladies from Munich and one from Austria, which names I didn’t catch. (I didn’t know that I had to write this down.) Then there were sinners, four ladies from the walk, (sorry, my mistake, there are no „ladies” in the hash), and two more from the run. They all pleeded „not guilty” for their crimes, which were something like leaving the pack and pissing around, etc, but, as you know, the RA can’t be wrong!
It was about Hash Hymn time when a smell of gulyásleves came in the air. That was already too much, so our starving pack ran to the steaming kettle of excellent gulyásleves, leaving me with my hands in the air at the opening line of „Swing low…” on my lips. So I got my bowl also quickly out of my bag and joined the line. Finally it turned out to be a really great and beautiful day out, with lots of fresh air, some exercise, excellent food, cold beer and a great atmosphere. Once again thanks for those who made it possible. On-On
Jarkko „Sir Dickman” Saarinen
Stand-In RA