Hashers paid their expenses straight from their own pockets in the temporary absence of our Hash Cash, that is no hash fees were collected at all this time.
Participants:
1 . Rabies (Trash Scribe and emergency senior stand-in live Hare still alive)
2 . Puppenkopf (aka Babyface)
3 . Ptwang (Returnee)
4 . Rojo Hammertoe (1st class stand-in RA, lasting visitor, last but least)
5 . Just Chris (Hash Smoke, lasting visitor, last but least)
6 . Just Christina (volunteer runaway Co-Hare and Oh, those Russians...)
7 . Just Ana (German virgin, a prisoner of hash kidnapped on route)
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My direct tramline 19 got diverted, (due to the riverside preparation works for the August 20th festive next day), so after an inevitable extra loop I arrived as last to the Hash Meeting Place on Batthyány square.
This explains my Trash Scribe title of the day, of course, but some arm twisting (mainly from our irresistible Babyface) was also necessary to talk me into the role of the "volunteer" stand-in live hare.
Improvising an "A" to "B" Hash on the spot (while trying to take also into consideration the various - sometimes contradicting - expectations and requests from the Pack) resulted in this pretty long (some 14 km) Trail at the end of the day, to admit the truth:
- Bus 11 to the hilltop terminus, then a starting BS.
- Árpád lookout.
- Fenyőgyöngye resto.
- Gückler ("heart patient") trail.
- HV and (a totally neglected...) FA at the NE PG takeoff clearing.
- Beer Stop planned at Hangar Bistro in the middle of nowhere. (Too bad, but it was found closed.../:+(()
- Hármashatárhegy hilltop lookout tower and the HHH hash plaque next to it.
- Some more HV and the "mountain goat" downhill.
- Environmentalist "Jane Goodall" snake trail.
- Hármashatárhegyi airfield.
- ON-IN and a frenetic Hash Circle with lots of beer in cool Hűvösvölgy.
On the trail there were quite a few - but self explaining - abbreviations, like HW (Hash Water), BS (Beer Stop), HV (Hash View), FA (Father Abraham) and the sort.
Only one of them caused difficulties to solve, though applied frequently: HC, that is Hash Culture.
(Blame on me, I should had known that Hash and Culture have little to do with each-other.../:+))
On this "one of the hottest" days of the summer and after covering several miles in the lethal heat, a mutiny started to develop amongst the younger hashers behind me, as rumor said.
However, luckily I survived the proposed lynching, thanks to this hash wisdom from one of them:
"If this damned old fart Rabies can do it, we must be able to do it, too!"
On-On, 😛Rabies