Run No. 146 - 24th September 2005 - Report
The SWANK Hash House Harriers, if ever they do any thing right, do it in the typically grand Hash way. No marks for guessing.
Last Saturday’s Hash turned out to be just that, a BASH masterpiece. The Hare Eric Murunga as is his wont laid a trail in the dark and which led straight to Nairobi. Being a Marathon Runner only he could tackle it. His assistant Athman, a jack of all trades, was then summoned to redo the trail closer home in more friendly atmospheres of Mombasa. But as the story goes, he got caught up in some fruit fights that are in season all over the country. Having forgotten to arm himself with the Hash talisman Mango, he succumbed to hand injuries and set a trail with his legs, which only he could see, read or believe in.
The result was a stunningly invisible trail, invisible Hare and invisible valet; another first by the SWANK.
The GM Trevor R’HOLE then took over the reins assisted by the Deputy Eric MOUTH to guide the flock over known and unknown terrains of Bombolulu.
Now, Bombolulu, like the close namesake Bombay, is one big sprawling landscape of fast disappearing bush, with homes and quarries dug next doors, for building these homes. The pack faithfully followed the 3 Hash options; running, walking and getting lost. And all in the rocky terrain. Twice the path led to the large lunar craters and followed their treacherous rims on a track which was hardly a foot wide, with 40 feet deep ravines with skeletons of species lost still visible from the top. Patrick, by now an international Hasher, asked very Hashfully why the poor fellow had forgotten to haul his bones out after falling in!!!
At one time, the walking pack looped back on the in-coming track, due to the perpetually faulty radar of this scribe, who was promptly stripped of the Lead’s role as a punishment. In the end, it was a long trek, taking the Pack back to the off side Watering Hole, with the Fruit Warriors enjoying the foreign game of soccer, in a foreign country, drinking a foreign brew and dreaming equally foreign dreams in a surprisingly well mixed fruit cocktail.