Yes, I know

Okay, so I have been a little slow in putting info up on the blog, but hell we have been busy in Dukhan!  Got a hash wedding (well two hashers are getting hitched) this weekend, and then we have the spring hash camp on Thursday 24th March.  Clouseau and Morangie are already salivating at the thought of a sheep roasting on the fire...

More details to follow, if I remember.

On on!

Run 1238 - Hashmas 2010

Hare:  Morangie and Chad

First In: Mr Rick De Boer

Comments: 'Panty' Hose

Spy: None other than The Coach himself

Location: The secret hashmas site - 25.459879, 50.858095

Running:  Rock, Sand, Jebel and trail

Weather: Pleasantly warm.  Unless you were dressed as Santa...

Somebody needs shooting, or at the very least bucketing, for letting Mr Morangie set one of his epic trails for Hashmas when everyone is dressed in Santa and reindeer costumes.  Will I ever learn.....

Anyway, a long run it may have been, but the weather was perfect, the company sublime and the costumes ridiculous.   It was nice to see a lot of old faces and a number of new ones, and very pleasing to see some of the younger hashers really get into the running (apart from when this 30 something Santa got shown a clean pair of heels by a five year old fairy).  The run, which was won by the ever sprightly Mr De Boer was followed by a seasonal mulled vino and a finger buffet before the bonfire was lit and the carolling began.  It must be said that the enthusiasm was not necessarily matched by talent by more than a few.  Luckily the kazoos were on hand to keep everybody right...

Thanks to all those who turned up, and here's to a safe and relaxing Hashmas for all.  Normal service is resumed next week - Sunday, 3:30pm DGC car park.

On On!

Run 1238

Hare: Methusela, Pegasus and Dave

First In: Captain Planet

Comments: Morangie

Spy: Ms Anna 'no-longer-welcome-at-the-Cooper's-after-that-bucketing' George

Location: 10 km due North of Dukhan. 25.506377, 50.765430

Running: Rock, soft sand and Jebels.

Weather: Getting colder.  Much colder

A very satisfying trail from some experienced hashers, and a gentle romp home for the Captain for another win.  A good mix of terrain and distances, with maybe a slightly too easily found on in.  Rumours abound that the only reason Master Baker did not take the glory for a third week in a row was that he was not present!

Ms George stepped up as spy for the first time and then demonstrated to all and sundry how power can go to your head as she bucketed a number of friends and colleagues for a variety of misdemeanours, including her adopted mum, Mrs Cooper.  The air turned cooler after that one!

Next week is Hashmas, so all are welcome for mulled drinks and  mince pies.  Admittance is some nibbly things such as snacks, mince pies or sausage rolls.  Leaving same time from the usual place.
On On!

Run 1237

Hare: Ceweed

First In: Master Marcus Baker

Comments: Dorothy

Spy: Ben-Jammin'

Location: 12 km due South of Dukhan. 25.325427,50.777339

Running: Rock, soft sand and Jebels.

Weather: Getting colder

Another pleasant run from that nice Mr Ceweed, with a good mixture of terrain and a much flatter course than last week. Indeed the only complaint from Mr Dorothy was that the On-In was slightly too easy to find! Another storming performance from young Master Baker, who pipped his own dad to the post by a hairs breadth. The run was topped off with a first, probably for any hash, when young Mr Jammin' forgot that he was meant to be spy, which resulted in another first of the spy being bucketed along with the usual crowd of victims.

Little Miss Sophie Roberts was named Little Dipper, but as she is only nine months he dad, Mr Mongrel kindly stepped in to undertake her down-down. Selfless Man that one.

Anyway, plans are afoot for Hashmas which will be on the 12th December and will be fancy dress for the kids. Better get the elf costume dusted off for that one!

On-on!

Sunday 21st November 2010

Run Number 1236

Hare: Hot-to-Trot
First In: Master Marcus Baker
Comments: Pegasus
Spy: Methusalah
Location: 7 km due of Dukhan. 25.379063,50.76367
Running: Tracks, soft sand and Jebels.
Weather: Nicely warm

A typical Hot-to-Trot trial combining distance with treacherous climbs.  The on-in was especially tricky, being on top of a rather larger jebel near to where the cars were parked.  Mr H2T deservedly got bucketed for that one.  Aside from that, a delightful run combining highs and lows, soft sand and hard rock, gullys and ridges.  Once he gets over putting the On-In in daft places the genius of H2T could really show through.

On on!

Sunday 20 June 2010

Run Number 1213 

Hare: GPS and Morangie

First In: Mr Rick De Boer

Comments: Hot-to Trot

Spy: Emo - Again!

Location: Just off the main beach south of DWS.

Running: Tracks, soft sand and more soft sand.

Weather: Getting Hotter!

This was a short run, pretty much in a square.  Pleasant running for the most part although the heat is beginning to drain the batteries quicker than usual.  Mr D (as he is affectionately known by the Year Threes he teaches) was first in with a magnificent sprint of roughly 25 paces from the on-in to the cars.  The run was followed by a slap up BBQ that was held in honour of the two leavers, Jaws and Emo who, coincidently, are the Hare's for their final run next week....  The night also saw three namings - Rosa di Mosa (or some Spanish name) for Ms Ingham, Capt Planet for environmentally aware Mr Knight and Could Have Done Better for Ms Parsons-Gibson.

Run 1214 will be the last before the majority of the staff from the school jump ship for the summer.

On on!

Run Number 1212

Hare: Ceweed

First In: Clouseau

Comments: Ms Disgrace

Spy: Emo!

Location: South of Dukhan.

Running: Road, rock and soft sand.

Weather: Still Bloody Hot!

Mr Weed introduced this run as being Gloria Estafan influenced.  We cannot confirm or deny this, but we do know that he used all his cunning in using T-junctions (take your pick - one is a falsie, the other a trail) to confuse us!  After a discovering the cunningly hidden on-in (right next to the trail we had just completed), Mr Closeau romped home to take another victory.

Next weeks run is the penultimate before the school hols, and so we are having a barbie at the DWS.  All hashers old and new welcome.

Run Number 1211

Hare: Mongrel

First In:  GPS

Comments: Louella

Spy:  The big man himself - Jaws

Location: North of Dukhan on the coast.

Running:  Road, beach and soft sand.

Weather:  Bloody Hot!

A World cup themed run which has painstakingly set by Mr Mongel, spoilt only by the fact the temperature was in the mid 40s!  After a craftly football shaped On In was discovered, Mr GPS beat Emo to the finishing line with millimetres to spare.

Hash Ball

Big thanks for all those who came to the hash ball at the golf club last Thursday.  A grand night out for all concerned!  Next function is a BBQ at the beach club after run 1213!

1195: Cluseau's Close One

Ex Hashmaster and lover of all things precipitous Cluseau set a hash within the range of a standard issue Qatari Army rifle this Sunday. He described it as "challenging terrain" but I think the comments of Panty were more accurate, comparing it to a level four rock climb. First in was predictably Fatboy Slim for about the 5th time in a row. The spy was the young Microphone Canton who drenched Ceweed for walking, Emo for following him and Cluseau for nearly breaking his ankle.

A three legged hash was suggested for run no. 1200 (flat terrain) and the run for clean water awareness was mentioned (18th April, 6km).

On On until next week.

HTT

1194: Methuselah's revenge

Hot to Trot, Hee-Haw and their soon to be named offspring set a hash near the DRC camp site. Many said that it was a shorter hash than HTT usually sets but most were grateful for the medium scale run. At the end of the first trail was a big mound of quartz crystals which kept Geronimo and Magnus happy for a while. As is the objective while setting the hash, the hashers were spread far and wide while the hares gave no visual clues to the possible direction of the next trail. The second trail was finally found by our illustrious hashmaster VC and we were off across some terrain which did not agree with Rocky's war wounds. He was seen at the end of the second trail performing what was either yoga or some Kate Bush inspired dance move in slow motion. VC was on a roll as Mudra and he walked straight towards the third trail and called it. There was a pleasant jog down the pipeline back towards the cars and then an obvious on-in on a barrel.

First in yet again was Fatboy-Slim. Comments were given by Microphone who thought that the run went in the wrong direction and was too cold. The spy turned out to be Methuselah who bucketed Morangie for poor boat discipline, GPS for bringing a new car to the hash, revenge was taken on Cluseau for taking revenge, Rocky was bucketed for performing a mass bucketing in the recent past and HTT was bucketed for taking too long to point out the second trail.

Magnus Irvine was named 'Trip' due to his frequent disagreements with the force of gravity before the circle dissolved and re-formed into multiple alternating dynamic social groupings.

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

Location,Location,Location

GPS set the trail among the Jebels which really pleased Rocky and Hot to Trot. In fact they enjoyed it so much they missed the 2nd trail and followed an old one miles and miles.The elder among us struggled up and down the jebels but the runners revelled in it.GPS remarkably got us back to the cars and our amber nectars. Comments were given by Rick and the spy was Rocky. He got all the ex Hashmasters in the circle and then proceeded to call in Klipe and let us all bucket the old rascal. On On.

1175

Seaweed wound us along long temporary roads to the flamingoless flamingo headland and island. After a traditionally obscured turn on the first trail, the hares performance was oddly impeccable: well marked, easily found, straight lines and *!@#$%* long!
Dangerously Klipe was probably for the last time until he returns to visit made spy. Seemed he was making up for all those chivalrous/misogynistic days when the fairer gender remained unbucketed, though revenge was vindicated on a few fellows too.
The sun set over the sea. And life was good.