Wheresma on in?

Fran ( Wheresma)and her crew of young jammin and Palm tree took us alongside the site of his nibs's new summer gaffe on the coast.As if by magic the wind dropped and we got stunning conditions for the run. A few of the x-mas holidaymakers made it back and were suitably welcomed.The Hash master was posted missing as his cat was either stuck up a tree or going to be stuck up a tree or something like that, something about scratching the masters favourite slipper? Or was it going to be turned into a slipper?
Anyway to the run. Trail one was led off by young Jammin and closely followed by Dorothy(The space cadet) with the rest of us strung out going up the rocky jebel. Trail 2 had a few of them scratching their heads as they all took off in different directions only for one of the young ones to find it.Up another Jebel to the top this time for the check-in. Trail 3 was found by Morangie and he led us away back down towards the seashore. The on-in was neatly hidden under a rocky crevice and we all made it back safely into the circle. The first in comments were made by young, aptly named Microphone, who very nearly whispered the toast.Hearing aids will be supplied to our elder hashers in the future. Comments were given by In-out and he was truly gracious to the hares. ( The smoth old Canadian Rascal )The spy stepped up and a few of the hashers knew immediately they were about to get a soaking,as it was Cluseau. Well he bucketed Morangie ( he usually does), Meths for complaining about catching fish, Ceweed, Postman Pat and Miss Disgrace for coming back, Rocky for handing his spy duties to Firecracker last week, Jaws and GPS for being noisy in the corner at the toast( I thought we were in a circle) and finally Panty for being himself. We all enjoyed the quench and the beautiful sunset. On On.

1186 The one after Santa came.

Hope all the Hashers got the prezzies they asked Santa for and they all managed to behave themselves. Ho Ho Ho ! The true spirit of Christmas was well and truly drunk on x-mas day.So much so that we had to have another live run as none of the Hashers could face setting the trail with massive headaches. Coach picked the spot for the run and handed out the pieces of paper and off we went.
Trail 1 was set by Dorothy who set off at a gallop with all the runners haring after him and after about a klick he shouted checking in. False trails came thick and fast after that and the real trail 2 was Wheresma's sister Kate. Suitably attired in flip flops and a thick winters jacket she trailed off for about 500m before she sucummed to the heat. The jacket came off and slightly pink admitted that she enjoyed that.
Rocky set off on another one of his runs before Zara shouted for trail 3 so back he tracked and followed the hashers going off into the distance. After check-in 3 was called Rocky called another trail and off we followed like lemmings only to be told after about a km that it was indeed a falsie. Mutterings from the crew until In-out called the on in and off he went back to the cars with the rest of us in tow.
Cluseau gave the first in toast and comments were given by one of our younger hashers Jammin who was a bit cruel to the hares as is his right. The spy this week was written on a piece of paper and picked by Rocky who passed it on to Firecracker as a x-mas present. She picked hubby Coach to take the full bucket as he should have explained the "Live Hash rules " to a few of our hashers.So the poor man got the lot. Happy new year when it comes Hashers and see you all on the 3rd of Jan 2010.

1185 The run before Santa comes

Meths and Pegasus set us a seasonal merry run in the desert. It was going to be set in x-mas colours but since Marmars is closed we're limited to the paint we can get.So it was back to good old red. 3 trails and a few falsies thrown in for good measure. With the teachers being on their jollies the numbers were a wee bit down on what we're used to. However the trails were enjoyed by the runners and walkers as well. First in was Fat Boy slim who gave the first in toast. Comments were given by Hot to trot who was kind to the Hares. Then the dreaded spy stepped forward and it was Meths. He proceeded to bucket Dorothy for the bicycle shorts and HTT for departing on his hols later in the week and Mark Roberts for the hell of it. On On and a Merry x-mas to all the hashers and ex-hashers who read the blog.

1184: Hashmas Run 2009

The adaptability of the hare, hashmaster and the rest of the committee were pushed close to their limits by thunder and lightning and torrential rain. The thought of abandoning the hashmas never entered Vomit Comet's mind though. Ceweed was forced to leave his partially washed away trail for a future run and set a live hash along the old Dukhan road. As per a top secret live hash rule, everybody had the chance of calling a falsey. This left the athletes free reign to take us on long punishing false trails through squishy wet sand and up and down jebels. First in was young Microphone who rattled through the script and missed half of it out before being prompted. A few more first ins and he should have it sussed. Comments were given by myself (HTT) and the spy was Miss Disgrace who bucketed everyone without a hash t-shirt, myself for bad canine behaviour and Dorothy for wearing strange shorts. As the weather was not the best for a bonfire and outdoor carol singing everybody came back to mine for traditional and hashified carols accompanied by Fatboy Slim on the trumpet. Merry Xmas hashers and have a good break teachers.

On On

HTT

Hash Mistressed! The Survivor

This is the run that sorts out the real, hard core, hashers from mere regulars and occasionals. A slight nip in the air meant there were few of us indeed. Let's name and, through omission, shame: GPS, Mike, Flipper, Hot Tottie and Stuart's mate Ken, Rocky and the VC. With Chips, Sideshow, Rock and Funks supporting from (warm blankets) on the sidelines.
We've had a few Hash Matresses, but only ever (afaicr) once before was there a Hash Mistress (Pippin). Today, Dolphin ruled Supreme. Mastered the Ceremony. Trumpeted the bugle, and generally kept us in order.
The live runs were just the ticket - the bracing sea breeze and long stretches of soft sand - certainly got rid of the cobwebs. On On the Hares.
And hashers, it's the survivors, who selflessly collect every last remnant of the night before and leave the site as pristine as before. to them we should show our respect. On On the Survivors!

EID CAMP 1181ish

What an awesome camp! Those that stayed will attest. Top location. Spot On Coach-Quiz. An fantastically, irritatingly apposite, lengthy, testing run, with an old tradition - a double back of double backs. Barbie Cute! We should do this more often!

Klipe's last run and a Bonfire to go with it.

Yep, after all these years it was down to the last run for Mr Klipe and Madame Klipe. Madame was so emotional she didn't turn up.The leaving of the Hash is always a bit of a tear jerker as you're leaving all your fellow Hashers behind, so you either shed a tear because you're so sad, or in this case because you're so deleriously happy. All the remnants of a lifetime here in Dukhan sold to the unwitting and the Black Hole bar to Mark ( Mongrel ) Roberts. Klipe was hare and we were at the Hashmas site where there have been numerous hashes set. The first trail had us running up the jebel and left us with a view of Zekreet bay and Khatiyah beyond.A double back along the pipeline for trail 2 had everyone foxed and some of our younger ones had to be told where to go as a clue. Trail 3 was another round the jebel and again everyone set off in search of the cunningly hidden on in. Miss Disgrace having been taxied to the hash site had originally missed the turning and shot off to Zekreet village. On the way back her driver had noticed the On-in painted on a road sign. The clueless and the daft ! Louella ran right passed the sign and it was GPS who eventually got in first. The first in toast was given by GPS, comments were given by Jaws and then it was down to the spy.
At the end of last weeks quench Mr Comet had asked Coach if he would be spy and temp master as he would be late in arriving at the bash. The acting Hash master went aganst all the rules and made Klipe the spy. His last chance to be cantankerous and soak a few. Unbeknown to the hash there was Mr Comets original spy waiting to give Klipe a real good soaking. Klipe bucketed a few of the girls for the not wearing hash apparel and a few of the wee ones for being wee.Hamish got bucketed for not wearing a Tee-shirt and his excuse of not being able to buy one that fits was laughed off by our spy.Gallons of water went cascading over the unfortunate to the delight of the rest. Enter the second spy. Jaws and Cluseau were first in the middle and Klipe with Miss disgrace.Sideshow's crew of 5 were also circled as they didn't shut up. Again gallons of water rained down and soaked half the hash. Gregory missed out as he was emptying his pockets before getting wet,his excuse.
The bonfire was lit after we consumed all the cocktails and the quench and tons of food laid out for the hashers bash. Chocolates were given to all the kids as they watched their guys go up in flames. Brilliant night and real good send off to Klipe. On On