No hash fees were collected at all, this time again.
Participants:
1 . Fart Molester (Hare of the day appointed on the spot)
2 . Bad Habit (GM in charge)
3 . Rabies (Senior Hash Trash scribe)
4 . Fu_king nobody else...
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Partly cloudy skies, some sunshine, chilly winds but no rain, talking about the almost ideal hash weather.
In the morning my daughter-in-law changed her mind and phoned us, pretty late, telling that - despite her previous plans - my youngest grand-daughter won't need my baby-sitting services this Sunday, so I can go to Hell and/or to Hash.
But by this time I ran out of time.
The Hash-pack of (only...) two was already gone, allegedly upward, to the Budavár Castle district, when I arrived to the meeting spot below, by the riverside Batthyány tér square, as the third hasher on that day.
Then a strange hash game of tag (or hide-and-seek?) took start:
"When I was up they were down.
When they were up I was down.
And when I was only halfway, they took a wrong bus and were gone."
Finally this crazy game was over and we could meet at the Buda side end of the Chain Bridge.
Here we decided to walk to the other (Pest) side of the Danube, ending up at the infamous Liberty Square, full of contradicting statues and institutes, mostly having nothing to do with liberty, but just the opposite.
Having found an open grocery shop we bought some beer, only to drink it while chatting and sitting on a public bench next to the Parliament building nearby.
Summary:
- A "straightened" Circle Ceremony by sitting on a bench, without a leading RA and without singing any of the infamous hash songs?
- No flour blobs on the trail?
- No On-On yelling at all?
- No "Father Abraham"?
- Getting completely lost from the very beginning?
After all I still ponder if could it be called a Hash at all?
On-On,
Your rabid scribe, Rabies
