Run No. 103 - November 6th - Report
Though hashers looked upon the morning’s heavy downpour as a hopeful excuse to NOT Hash, unfortunately it didn’t last long enough. Thus the die-hards reported promptly at 3.30pm at Blue Room and by 4.30pm we were off… or rather ON-ON at the seemingly abandoned railway station of Miritini! Quite a picturesque run this, down a long winding road within lush greenery as we marvelled at the determination of Erick ‘the mouth’ to have set all the very visible marks to guide the ever energetic FRBs.
First hold was a wet one, though it was initially reported dry (with reference to the absence of locally brewed Hash Holy Water we are now accustomed to). Here, at the abandoned ‘port’ we had the opportunity of being guided verbally through the challenges of living across the Port Reitz creek, where the only mode of transport across is the river Ma-3 (otherwise described as a small simple canoe that sits about 8, and is slowly manoeuvred back and forth even in high tide, hence the scramble for space by the more than 20 patiently in-waiting!).
After this entertaining experience, we got to the fun part – The SHIGGY – where to the delight of Mouth, the Hare for the day, we all had to literally wade through the muddy shores of the creek, and once nicely browned and mushy to our knees, we got to the point where we were once again reminded that ‘What comes down……?’ and UP we had to go to head back home. Second hold was even more scenic, at the top of the hill just as the sunset lent its splendour across the valley and winding creek down below. One of Obama’s long lost she-village-mate cum childhood sweetheart even swore to ‘grab’ the very spot we sat on, to build a house that befits a stately visit by ‘our’ honourable foreign-serving Senator – Shame on you Mnazi, you must ‘declare your wealth’ in public first (if not establish the true existence of your claimed relationship to the said Senator)!!
Finally the now weary hashers wound up the excellently set run by doing a brisk walk into the fast falling dusk if only to prolong the enjoyment of the beautiful hash-unexplored environment.