Hash Trash 3 August 08
C.T.H.H.
The Committee Who Cares.
Wednesday’s. Run. Pack Run UCT Sports Club.
Next Sundays Run. The Arboretum Car Park Top Of Tokia Rd Tokia
Run No. Hare. Blabber Mouth.
Location. Top Kloof Car Park.
This was a superb run set by two experts in the extremely difficult discipline of hash setting namely Blabber Mouth and yours truly The run started a little late due to logistical problems, these problems will become obvious later.
After the usual preamble about the run details, the hash commenced. As usual the lemming instinct in the hash seemed to raise its head, a few of the pack ran down hill to the pipe track, the rest of the runners followed the hare and ran up table mountain, after much confusion and a lot of hot air and sweat, the pack realised it was going nowhere, and that there was nowhere left to go apart from downhill. The first attempt was down Kloof Nek, that proved a bummer so the ever gracious Hare took pity on the confused minions and led them to the trail down the hill towards Camps Bay. After a gentle downhill run on Kloof Rd, the trail went uphill and on to check 3, it bought a glow to my soul to watch the pack take the long falsie along the contour path.
The trail went back on to Kloof Rd with check 4 at the side of the Glen, it did not take a brain surgeon to guess the trail would go down the Glen, getting down to the river took a little bit of ingenuity as most of the old path seem to be over grown, but away down was eventually found by the main pack. The bone idle at the back of the pack expected yours truely to play the honest co-hare and lead them onto trail, bugger that my feet were still sodden from setting the run down the river. After that I did not see the pack for a while, but their obscene and derogatory vocalisations echoed though the glen. The next time the pack was observed was at the bottom the Glen stuck at a dead end created by the filthy rich fencing of the end of the glen. The pack was now trapped like World War 1 soldiers on the barb wire, after a lot of foul language about laddered tights from the big fairies , the pack managed to extricate its self from the nasty sharp wire and then scale the side of the Glen to get back on the trail. From there on it was a gentle downhill run to Maidens Cove, this was a one way run, the reason for the delayed start was the logistics of returning the hare from Maidens Cove to the start.
Sinner of the week
Gutterguts for fingering Wonderbra for the shirt last week
The hare and Cohare Blabbermouth and yours truly.
Three wise virgins from the Freestate.
Yours truly for leading thr R.A a stray.
And many more.
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