It was the best of times and the worst of times. Actually it
was bloody cold and we were lost. Well FBI, AC/DC and the ni-Vanuatu Isso were
lost, but Poumuli found the way. A small group of Paris Hashers, some visitors
and your Scribe set off on the run, only to run straight into our lost boys.
They had found a check point and were waiting there, thinking it was the start.
So they joined the run, FBI in a greatcoat and backpack, AC/DC in jeans and
thick jacket, and Isso wearing work boots.
The run was through a picturesque
forested park, and while cold it was quite stunning. We even had special Hash
Halts, called Hash Views, to take in the scenery, including an old cemetery.
There we sang Here’s To Brother Hashers Who Aren’t With Us Today.
There were too many false trails to count, with a bloody
system that when you came cross you had to check back x amount of spots. It was
also a very long run. Without the false trails it was 8 km. And at 7 km there
was a beer stop!
There was also a boob check, where the women were supposed
to find the trail, but only after baring their bras, or in one case, the real
thing! Godfather would have enjoyed this.
The circle was livened up by the Apia boys, particularly
when AC/DC tried to dob in FBI for crapping on the trail, but FBI had
photographic evidence that it was the other way around.
Your Scribe cannot remember much more other than FBI and
AC/DC doing an alternative version of the Siva Tau that involved some pelvic
thrusts.
On On
Poumuli, IKA Slit
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