A veritable trade mark trail from a master Hasher awaited the Swankers full of challenges at every bend, slope and halt.

Starting from the gently sloping hills off the Water Tanks and skirting the Husseini Dairy administration block, the trail wound through the verdant hills, replete with rain gifted splendour and every plant specie in bloom, waving a hearty greeting to all the passing crowd.

After half a kilometer up and down  the main murram, the trail traversed the hills and true to his word, the Hare was faster than the Pack, cleverer and devious.

Twice he took everyone to the mud flats freshly vacated by the just ebbed tide.

No ducking or dipping and everybody were already carrying extra baggage on their shoes ... plodding away, trying to keep erect and avoid slipping.

Freshly laid trail marks led the pack on a double promontory off the seaside, only to find themselves on the wrong hill !

An impromptu 'hold' was created on the sea-bed to work out a strategy.

Going up was, if anything, tricky; coming down was treacherous in the least.

When Ndegwa, yet to be baptized, remarked, "who needs the sun when we can see Mazeras in the west !"  

But, once back on the ocean floor (oh, how great that feeling was), going was once again resumed, with honed skills of tracking and trailing.

The final up hill was the tester. By general consensus, the peak was renamed Mt. Lenana and the slow climb began.

And not because the winds were blowing at 15 knots either.

The birds performed an aerial opera with heavenly notes and colors spread like a Persian carpet, capped by a rainbow in attendance.

But, there was still a lap to cover, down hill, bracing against the winds with silently grateful Thanks for the sights presented by the hare, Eric.