Welcome to My Neighbourhood Hash - Run #457  May 3rd,2008

My recollection of this hash is confined to the walking trail and may be missing a few highlights.

Itchy Buns spent his childhood exploring the nooks and crannies of Gonzales Bay and did his best imitation of Mr. Rogers to welcome the Hash to his old stomping grounds.

Jonners called the pack to a semblance of order and Itchy endured the usual verbal abuse as he carefully explained his marks. The pack was frisky in the beautiful spring weather and wasted no time in loitering at the start.

The walkers strolled to the weather station at the top of Gonzales Hill and enjoyed the view from the observation platform. The rhododendrons were flowering and the rocks of King George Terrace were covered in blooming broom. Floppy momentarily led the walkers astray and later paid for her transgression in the circle.

The runners disappeared into the distance and eventually reappeared on Beach Drive looking somewhat haggard. The pack followed a network of ancient trails known only to Itchy and eventually emerged at the Old Chinese Cemetery.

The beer check was on the rocks overlooking the ocean and the pack languished in the sun enjoying the golden nectar. GM Squeeky seems to have a nose for beer and appeared mysteriously.

Jonners called the down downs to order and dispensed charges with glee. There was much personal rejoicing and consumption of beer. Itchy drank for haring an awesome trail and Snevil imbibed for visiting from Calgary. Virgins Linda and Maureen drank and entertained with a joke. Other transgressors included Stroke Alone, Double Hump, Floppy Snatch, Cinderella, Cocks a Fallen, Sumpyton and Digger. 

The local constabulary cruised by the beer check and wisely kept on going knowing better than to interrupt a pack of beer swilling hashers at their peak of excitement!

The pack returned to the start where red frocks were swapped with abandon in anticipation of the Red Dress Run. Double Hump was happy to pass on his old tent in exchange for something a bit more provocative. Duke looked smashing in his scarlet togs. 

The hash retired to the Ross Bay Pub where more beer and food were consumed. 

Thanks to Itchy for sharing his old neighbourhood. On on!

Deep Shit.