1141: Exfoliation

Bubbles and Viva Le Pink took us out to Zikreet bay for a good sand blasting this week. The shamal was raging all around the brave hashers who were blasted with a mixture of sand, salt and seawater as they made their way along the trails. There were four trails of a medium length which formed a roughly circular route. The hares waited until the runners were miles away before calling it so they had to come all the way back past the cars and then run into the finish.

The cars were corraled around to protect from the elements and horizontally flying seabirds while the formalities were observed. First in was young Oscar Canton who said the toast excellently even though his sister kept interrupting. Comments were given by Morangie who compained about the wind and the sand and the length but agreed that it was a well marked and nice course for the better day it was set in.

The spy was Rigger Rob who, in his Canadian drawl regaled us with tales of crimes against the spirit of hashberdashery, navigational errors and fashion faux pas. Myself, GPS, Jaws and Vomit Comet were all treated to a soaking with icy water for our transgressions.

On On! HTT

Thanks Rocky for the photos and the comments.




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Welcome STUART and WENDY welcome Fowlers Guests and welcome several back not least Magnus and Tabs.

It was a gorgeous spring day by the beach. Pinks said 'Just think, wouldn't it be awful if the sand stormed'. B just bubbled.

VC took one look, doubled back and left his flock to the elements for half an hour while he summoned the courage to return.

By which time even GPS had managed to find the spot.


Next week Peggy shows her devilish side,
666 and grub