BPH3 Run No_1838 on 29_June_2025

[Ferenc Domján]

An outstanding Hash Trash scribed by Web Fucker on

BPH3 Run No#1838 on 29_June_2025, Sunday,

repeated here only for hashers who are not members to our WhatsApp group:

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Because I was the RA last weekend, but... forgot to appoint a scribe, it seems only fair that I write a short scribe report from the runner's point of view. But... is the hash about fairness if you punish sinners with a welcoming cold beer? ;-)
And plenty of good cold beer was arranged by the hare, Incredible Hulk, at the Serház. Of course the hare chose this place because he likes beer, but (again)... did he enjoyed them?

But... let's start from the beginning at Biatorbágy station, where 13* hashers gathered for - quoting the hare - a reasonable short and flat walkers trail and a specially-laid trail for the 3 hashers amongst us who's half-a-brain-cell thought that running at 35⁰C is a great way to build up a massive thirst!
*1 hasher miraclously showed up halfway through the run and 1 hasher is still looking for the right train platform.

The run started with an elaborate explanation how the special runners trail was laid and (almost :-) despite this hashplanation, we had No Problem to find his well-marked trail. From the little village of Biatorbágy we went up the hills and into the forest for some welcoming shade. And... the huge sign "Beware of the bees"! The hare had assured us that he thought that most likely the bees would be possibly friendly, but (again)... who trust a hare and thousands of friendly bees, which may be on the scale-of-friendliness be lower than the Budapest hash? But... we got passed by the huge row of bee hives unstunged! The trail continued up to several beautiful view point and cross-country down through some untouched forest. But...

Was that gunfire we heard ahead? Did the locals declared war upon the BH3 hashers invading their territory with obnoxious T-shirts and loud shouting " on on"? Soon we found ourselves in the midst of a real battlefield, with tanks and war trenches; a filmset for Hungary next 'romantic historian' interpretation of Winny The Poo ? :-)
We managed to kept unstung and unshot and continued to catch up with the walkers just before we re-entered Biatorbágy. The last part meandered through the scenic little streets of this village, which somewhere inside hides the Serház, with a wide selection of cold craft beer awaiting us.

After the first beer the hare and the walkers arrived at the Sérhaz too and the hash settled themselves comfortably with cold beers in the beer-garden at the back.

The circle started with honouring the hare for outstanding walkers and runners trail with Bullets, Bees and Beer! The hare took his beer in vertical positionn, but... soon was found in a horizontal position on the ground behind the beer-loaded tables! Were it the emotions overtaking him after all the (un-hash like) praises? No, it was pure exhaustion after setting a 15km runners trail and - what he called - a shorter and flatter walkers trail. Even spashing the precious and all-healing liquid called beer in his face did not revive him, and we had to resort to more drastic means: some proposed euthanasia, but the hash found a more drastic cure: energy drink and protein bars, but it was too late... the hare missed the whole circle! What a sense of duty and sacrifice for the hash! A real Hash-Hero!

So Incredible Hulk missed the friendship down-down between 2 foreign guests, the match-making down-down between our local harriettes and the best male-species the BH3 has to offer, the many returners, our Tawainese guest handing out hash T-shirts and badges, the...
... the final down-down woke up Incredible Hulk again, so we could close this excellent hash-afternoon with the traditional Swing Low.

Thank you, hare, for an outstanding trail and an excellent on on location. Just in case you didn't drink too much beer: we did and it was delicious!

On On!
Web Fucker