hash trash weekend away 11-13 april

Committee members: 2007/8
Grand master – Anthony - Blabbermouth
Hash Master – Lieze - Koeksuster
Hash cash – Bruce - Gutterguts
Hash Haberdash –Colleen – Mother Inferior
On Sec – Hilary - Helgar
Hash Web Wench – Leanne – Easy Rider
Religious Advisor – Yvonne ( Ian will stand in if Yvonne ever away) - Snake Charmer
Religious Advisor walkers – Derek - Derelict
Mountain Goat - Dan – Gravedigger

Next weeks Run # 1430 :
Venue:CONSTANTIA NECK CAR PARK
( Call Chris 0834583836 if lost).

Time: 17H00 i.e 5.00pm
Hare: Heranus
Scribe: Open to any offers

Wednesdays Run: SOMEWHERE IN DURBANVILLE @ 18H30


Last weeks run # 1429 - Hare: FH3 – AKA – short shit, bed&rock, otter bender

The Idyllic town of Franschhoek was shattered on Friday night with the arrival of Cape Town Hashers. Luckily the accommodation was set very far back in the mountains. The rowdy bunch settled to some pizzas and whiskey tasting. The likes, the whiskey club has never seen before. Bill, the short shit from FH3 announced that the run, the next day would be up, up and up and that anyone with vertigo, back problems, arthritis, or any other aliment should not attend the run. After lots of whiskey and wine I was led to believe that none of the hashers had any ailments and all of them would be doing the run.

Saturday arrived and the hashers were set free in the town of Franschhoek. Now firstly, after so much boozing the best thing was to line the stomach again for the next lot of boozing. Breakfast at the “Essence” was had by a few of us. To pass the time we decided to do some wine tasting. After conferring a unanimous decision was reached and it was agreed that we would start our wine tasting at Graham Beck (you mos know its Free) So off we go following the Great master who proceeds to tell us all to sit around the bar. After tasting the booze and settling for a few bottles, we were off to La Motte for our next booze stop. Here we had to pay a tasting fee. So only the three taste masters had their fill. Once again we were off to the Hollanders chocolate shop. Jan Klein was trying to get on the right side of Blondewynleek so he gave her free reign in the chocolate shop. (overheard Jan Klein telling Bakerman that they do not have to buy any preserves Blondewynleek is quiet handy in the kitchen and she makes all their preserves.) In true hash style we should all go and sample these preserves. We then all left the chocolate shop to meet the others for lunch at Dien Donne.

We all returned to base camp to be met by Bill, the short shit from FH3 , who promptly told us that the run would be at 15H30 and that we had to ride to the actual run in Robertsonvlei road. We were also not to worry as we would be running over some private property, but he is very friendly with the people in the neighbouring area and that should not be a problem.

The run started promptly at 16H00 give or take a half hour difference. He thinks CT Hashers are not able to read time. Well, we all started this cross country, bundu bashing run/walk. The shit told us that we should just follow him. The run/walk went over cobble stones around a dam up thru a friendly neighbour’s property whose wife came at us with a double barrel shot gun shouting like a banshee to get off her property. They then proceeded up to the block house on the mountain. (Now if you were into abseiling this would have been your perfect opportunity to do it or you could have put your superman skills to good use.) The downhill run/walk was exactly at a 90° angle. Many a runner had to slip side their way down the mountain. We had a few brave souls who felt that they had to carry their kindred spirit down the mountain. After waiting for the late comers the CTH3 RA proceeded to do the ceremony.

Sinners: Hare Bill, the short shit from FH3
Lindi, Bed & Rock

And to many other sinners to mention.

As we were leaving, the friendly neighbour’s husband stopped our esteem “Great Drinking Master,” a CT Hasher who happens to know this friendly neighbour and the neighbour proceeds to tell him how flabbergasted he his that the Hashers ran over his property without his permission. Then Bill, the short shit from FH3 intervenes and says “two weeks ago I approached you and asked you if we could run thru your property”. The neighbour says that he had never ever spoken to him. Bill, the short shit from FH3 says “you even invited me in for tea.” The Friendly neighbour says “ I have never set eyes on you before.” Farm master intervenes and says that he was the one that, Bill, the short shit from FH3, had spoken too and that we weren’t meant to run on that particular section of the farm but on another section. Shows when Alzheimer’s is setting in that you cannot remember anything that happened more than two weeks ago.

Well all of this wasn’t going to deter CT Hashers to continue to have a good time. We had Mark, Otter Bender prepare us a gourmet meal of Pork, Roast Beef, roast Potatoes and vegetables with ice cream for dessert. As always thunderthighs, not to be left out, brought out her chocolate brownies for everyone to taste. All of this was washed down with lotsa of Red wine, White wine and beer and lotsa chatting. Before all the wine went to everyone’s head, Our esteem Great Drinking Master, started the auction of T-shirts and we had “pussy” modeling for us.
Afterwards, more drinking and before I started stripping I thought it best that I retire for bed.

Sunday morning led us to another bright and sunny day (one of those days where the sun stays steady in the sky and does not move.) The bowling green clubhouse was organized for us to come and have a braai. We were also promised to be taught how to play old man’s balls. So at 10h30 we all set off to the bowling club, to do lotsa practicing and lotsa chasing of the balls. The Hashers then put their newly found skills to the test and had a competition among themselves. After the braai our host, Mark, Otter Bender said that their would be a group competition and the person that threw the wood closes to the jack would win a free weekend for two at Otter’s bend and the one that landed the furthest away, would win a bottle of wine. In true hash spirit most of the Hashers participated. The weekend away was won by Easy Rider and the wine by Boblet. We all then departed for the great trek back to Cape Town.


Our thanks go out to the following people:
To all the Cape Town Hashers who attended the weekend and all Hashers who and anything to do in making this weekend a success. Thanks

A Special thanks to Mark and Mary for making our stay at Otter’s Bend so memorable and for putting up with us

To FH3 especially to Bill and Lindi (the only people I met) and any other FH Hasher who made our weekend so enjoyable. THANKS
We definitely will be back.

TNT for gargoyl