We made our noisy way towards the campus amid - to borrow a phrase from an earlier run report - "plummeting property prices." (To be honest, they would have to plummet a great deal further before any of us could afford any of the houses we passed.) The campus tour took us as far as the Great Court, which was looking unusually green and lush and rather pretty in the evening light.
Back at Robertson Park we replenished our precious bodily fluids and downed steaming vats of Polish soup ("Floor polish or shoe polish?" somebody - I forget who - asked.) Thanks to our hares!
Later detective work by our hare Superhacker revealed that 1. the source of the confusing white arrows was the bike hash and 2. bike hashers don't know how to spell "were."
Exhausted by the 10.5 km run, Le W*nk dropped off during the circle:
It's our Silver Jubilee run next week. Who'd have thought - 25 years ago - that the group would still be active? I get the feeling from the 50th run report that some original members were surprised they had made it that far. Here is a picture from that 50th run:
And here are some extracts from the 50th run report:
A 'goodly' crowd gathered at Haus Tennant to celebrate Samford Hash Haus Harriers Fiftieth run. 'Fu', a past GM, was so surprised at the sudden crowding of the garden that he had to check he was at the right place. However a quick scan of the crowd revealed that a few others who had been on Run 1 had also survived the pace. Mind you, Fu did it the easy way by missing out runs 9 to 49!
The other stalwarts were Superbrat, Roddy, Leg(s), Uriah, Rattletrap & Keg-guard. Of the other originals Stud was abroad worrying sheep, Milton was up north worrying boy scouts and Arctic was in Brisbane simply worrying.
Finally (11 minutes late…) it was On On out the gate. True to form Myopic set off in the wrong direction accompanied by Logie who will know better next time. He also managed to suck in some hash novices namely: Ella, Rushdie, San-Mig and KC. Fu, being more experienced in the art of hashing hung around the gate watching Superbrat trying to convince the rest of the pack that Myopic was right. Eventually the GM had to call On Back especially after Myopic staggered past the check back sign clearly displayed on the power pole (now you know how he got his name.)
The first part of the trail wound its way straight (sic) down Wight's Mountain Road via innumerable falsies checked out by both the younger generation like Mach II and KC and the not so young (but none the wiser) Roddy and Uriah. During this section the first bunch of walkers, Rattletrap, RB, Robyn and Oliver were caught and gallantly left behind by the pack....Eventually we reached Hold Check 2, The Golden Valley Hotel where it was champagne all round to celebrate the 50 runs.
The Tumbling Tumbrels proposed a toast to SHHH but omitted to tell us that the remainder of the run was going to be a mirror image of the first half, except that we were now full of yellow bubbly stuff....
We…arrived back at the apres site in dribs and drabs to be confronted with a buffet which would have been more at home at the Hilton than at a Hash Bash....Down downs were awarded to Mach II for receiving his name and Rattle-brat for accepting a lift during the run....The Past Master was awarded a double down down for some obscure reason involving Run 16.Now back to 2016....
Next run details
When: Sunday 14th February, 5 pm (Silver Jubilee Run!)
Where: Corner Buranda and Clear Mountain Roads, Clear Mountain. A map!
Hares: Charcoal and Strine will set the trail. Potluck will cater - and Strine has been organising contributions. It will be another feast!
On, on!
