Run No. 90 – August 21st – Report
The ever changing sceneries of the wilderness northwest of Mombasa was the hosting venue for this hash.
Hare Eric "Mouth", set his trademark tough trail starting from the ruins of a slaughterhouse off Miritini. Leading down the slopes of the first rolling hill, over deep gullies with crumbling sands due to current dry week, the trail led and misled the runners for nearly a mile before climbing on to the farther hill. A newborn kid goat took the fancy of the virgin Hasher Jennifer visiting from the country who do everything the other way from the rest of the world - U.S.A. At least their kid goats stand as straight as ours!!!!!!
Down the second hill brought the runners to a fast gurgling river with steep banks. Three of us nearly wet the posteriors by sliding back and taking falls of varying strengths . A verdant forest surrounded the tracks and the trail from here, with ancient trees and strange fruits. An impromptu wet hold was re-created by the magical presence of the coconut tappers who produced the sweetest of sweet nectar - the palm wine in its virgin form. By now no one was sure which was west or east as the clouds obscured the sun.
Two more hills tackled laterally and one more river crossing brought everyone back on the home trail. But the tricky part was this second crossing. After the palm wine, which was fermenting in the Hash stomachs, most of the runners preferred bare foot wading. Yours truly was too lazy, so waded with the boots on and carried away a sizeable portion of the river bed and water to last a week. Eric was keen on making a long jump, courtesy of recent Olympic moods prevailing all over, but was in a dilemma as to what to do of his boots. So decided to make the jump first and go back for his boots. The wise owl in him woke up and he followed the more sane of the pack. On -home trail was taken with more oohs and aahs at the welcoming sight of the cars. A masterpiece Hash missed by any serious Hasher.