Run No. 136 - 16th July 2005 - Report
Last weeks Hash was as juicy as it was promised to be. Grandmaster ‘R’ HOLE true to his word laid a trail that was both entertaining and tricky. The venue was dusty Mtwapa with all her coiling routes, seedy joints and flowering and fruiting trees and the population as well!!!!!
Starting from the HQ base, the front runners quickly hit on the right trail with speedy legs that are the trade mark of youth and envy of the old, but overshot the check marks mostly; and here, the veterans won!!!! Deviating from the obvious or the probable, each check proved to lead to the improbable. Trusting Sherlock Holmes, the trailers stuck to the improbable and hit on right marks with shouts of “checkback” to the FRB’s who obviously had lost all sense of direction except forward. Halfway through, nobody knew where everybody was and friendly but curiously amused residents helped the Swankers along even if the trail wound through their cooking pots, running over chicken and ducks and laundry swishing in the breeze.
After winding through some still open fields, the trail very neatly coiled on to the watering Hole, the first hold, where fresh nectar awaited and was tasted with relish; but only after appeasing the forefathers in the ground by Kamasutra in absence of the son of the soil - or the grandson as the case was!!! A return e-mail confirming the receipt is still awaited.
Leaving this “Shine and Rise” joint, the eyes were really shining but rising was a bit tricky. Teetotallers once again led the run in the wrong direction, but Wethole saw the marks more clearly through her shiny squint and kept to the trail that led to a bigger, but undrinkable water hole, the sea- and the beauty of the beach at down tide. Panting and pumped full of ozone, seemingly light headed but heavy footed after clocking nearly 8 kms, the pack ended up at the “R” Hole’s den after running through the forest surrounding the archaeological sites in the fast gathering dusk.
Everyone was chauffer driven back to the base for the down-downs in the good old Hash Matatu. Oh, how we missed it through this year!!! A good Hash for the new comers and a thirst quencher for the old.