Mauritius Hash House
Hash 411 4th April 2004
The Hash that time and Tom forgot.
There were some, they were lovely, and their names have been withheld to protect the innocent and those with weak hearts.
The little exocet, Stephane saved the GM’s bacon.
I had a great time at this hash. You can tell, because I lost all my notes and took 4 weeks to recover. So this write up is the best that I can remember.
This is just a fabulous venue for the hash. We weren't’t blessed with the best of weather, but the rain did hold off. It wasn't’t the longest hash either, which was a pity in a way because it’s one of the most scenic places to run around, the running is generally good going and it always seems to produce a brilliant day. The deer watched us from the safety of cover, clearly unimpressed by our antics. Many, many thanks to the hares for another brilliant run. To stand at the on on and gaze down the valley is truly a rare pleasure.
The hash-circle as ever was a good laugh, good food, good beer, good company, good grief there was even singing! My parents-in-law had come along, and I think they were jolly impressed with the choice their daughter had made!!
Obviously there were some, but for the life of me I can’t remember who.
Nope, can’t remember that one!
Ah stop! It becomes clearer at this point. This is the part where I told Hot-dog’s son to go forth and multiply because he awarded me the shirt and, to add insult to injury, tried to give us all a philosophy lecture.
Hello. This write up is 4 weeks late. If you are wanting to know when the next hash is, it’s a bit late now isn't’t it?
[Teacher’s note, 2/10, must hand work in on time in future –