Hash Wedding weekend

Hash Wedding weekend

Sunday, 30 November 2014

Hash Trash - Run 166

When : Sunday 16th November 2014 2pm
Where : Derekoy 
Hares : Culture Vulture & Virgin 
Scribe : Fishy Fingers 

A group of  11 enthusiastic hashers met just off the Derekoy turnoff ready for run 166 set by hares Culture Vulture and Virgin  . Semen was once again stand in GM ( the last time before he heads off on his winter travels) , so he called the circle and in came the hares to tell their story . We were told that it was a short run and there was a point of interest ( an old tomb) and a few hills . Also the details for the On On On were given . Then time for the RV to do his bit , and FRB for last run was given a down down , and I was awarded a walking stick to aid me on the hash following my injury on the last hash . Circle closed and off we went to the call of On On !

We set off up in the hills somewhere in between Derekoy and Gurece ( I think ? My sense of direction is lousy !) and the views as always on this peninsular are spectacular . I was with the walkers today following my injury and the runners kept passing us from backchecks and false trails , it appeared at 1 point that they passed us 3 times going in different directions so it kept us all together nicely . At the top of a particularly steep hill we were pointed in the direction of the tomb and after a scrabble through some brambles we found it and after a photo opportunity we headed back on trail , and back down the hills and back towards the RV . We all arrived back at the RV within a few minutes of each other so job well done hares .

The circle was called and GM called the hares in and they were given a down down  for their stirling efforts  , and so began the long line of call ins for misdemeanours . We had latecomer ( Semen ) , returnees ( Dopey and Lovejoy) ,misnamers and more that I have forgotten . Into the circle was called Doggy Style to receive her 50th Run mug and it was filled to the brim with beer but bless she managed it ! As we are now smaller numbers the RA asked if anyone had any jokes to tell , well Muffin Muncher had come prepared with a joke book so Lovejoy read one out to the group , well that book can gomin the bin it was rubbish ! So in he came for a down down along with Muffin Muncher for bringing the book along . I was called in for sustaining my injury along with shitter for something he nor I can remember what for . It was time to say bye for the winter to our Stand in GM Semen as he heads off to warmer climates until April/May time so we will be even fewer in numbers for a few hashes now ! Circle called to a close and off to the On On On we headed !

The On On ON was held at a small pide house in Gumusluk and we were able to order off the menu and the food was good as were the prices for both food and drink so good choice again the hares !

On On Fishy Fingers !!

Monday, 3 November 2014

Hash Trash - Run 165

Date: Sunday, 2nd November 2014
Location: Semen’s house, Yalikavak
Hares: Semen
Scribe: Doggy Style

Thanks to the very detailed directions, twelve of us easily found our way to Semen’s abode in Yalikavak for the RV.  We all gathered around the garden jostling for positions in the sunshine.    And then we were blinded!!!!  Not by the autumn sun, but by the neon-orange new trainers adorning Culture Vulture’s feet.  At least he has a matching pair now.

In the absence of Hose Handler (who we are all missing and send our best wishes to), Semen did a double act as both hare and GM.  The info about the run was as detailed as the directions, but we got the idea that there were marks on the left and we needed to follow them.  No hooks, so no need for certain offenders in the front running group to develop injuries or a sudden desire to slow down at strategic parts of the run.  The down down was awarded for FRB at the last run – a beer each for Culture Vulture, Shitter, Lightfoot and King Crapper who had all joined hands and skipped in together.  And then we were off across the fields calling “On On” and “Checking”, much to the bemusement of the local cows, with the trail quickly being picked up by Lightfoot, CV and King Crapper.  Shitter was slightly slower as he had to negotiate his furry friends.  There were a couple of confusing moments – firstly when a local decided to blast his chainsaw just opposite a check, so that we couldn’t hear any of the calls, and secondly, when we met a JCB kindly clearing a river bed for us.  Made the route nice and smooth, but they had destroyed Semen’s diligent marking at a checkpoint.

We were soon back out on the roads (frankly I had no bearing as to where we were) and then disaster struck.  Just as Fishy Fingers and I were discussing our exercise plan for the forthcoming week, she yelped out in pain and complained about her calf muscle.  She tried stretching it and slow walking whilst I searched for the next marks at a junction, but the hobbling was soon accompanied by an “Ouch” at every step.  Down on the wall she sat (at least she had the nice new marina shops to gaze into), and thankfully the walkers soon caught us up.  Old Wreck kindly volunteered to sit with Fishy, whilst Butt Butt and I set out on the rest of the route, busily trying to call each of the front running bastards to arrange a rescue car.    Obviously, none of them bother to check their phones, so we were almost back at the RV by the time Lightfoot finally answered his and became a Knight in Shining Armour to the rescue.  
We were soon all assembled back at the RV, Fishy safely deposited on a comfy chair with Shitter rubbing up and down her leg.  With a cold can of beer.  He had obviously been far too close in front of me at one part of the run, as he seemed to have deposited bits of his namesake on the front of my T-shirt, although tried to blame it on a poor defenceless kitten.

The closing circle commenced with the usual beer for the hare amidst complaints about the terrible quality of trail.   As he couldn’t even hide his new shoes on a night run, CV then had to drink beer from said new shoes.  Both feet due to their assault on our eyes.  His courageous taking-on of the task was noted by Butt Butt who seemed to be hinting heavily that she would like to be asked to drink from shoes in the future.  Virgin and Old Banger were called in for short-cutting, and then Butt Butt was summoned for the signing of her 100th run T-shirt.  As she has sworn to be alcohol-free for five months (crazy woman!), Shitter had to come in and drink the big glass of beer for her.  Unusually for him, it took some persuasion to prise him away from his seat on the wall, and into the middle of the circle.  Butt Butt was called back for another down down with me as we had been having a private party, followed by Helmet Polisher, Old Wreck and Semen for misnaming, Lightfoot for his knightly rescue and myself and Fishy Fingers for no hash gear.  With autumn well and truly upon us, it was then time for “Au revoir” downdowns to Old Banger, Old Wreck and King Crapper.  We look forward to having you all back with us soon.  The final down down was awarded to Lightfoot in recognition of his truly Turkish driving skills on the way to Turgutreis after the last On On On.

With all the beer drunk, the circle was brought to a close and we proceeded to Kosede for a lovely end to the afternoon.   Thank you Semen for a great hash.