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Mauritius Hash House Harriers

Hash Trash 604 - Sunday 11 September 2011

 
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Walking Dodo

VENUE: La Valette (Bambous)

HARES: Harry Rama

Hash Trash
Kay Farrow in the absence of the Scribe who is roaming in the gloaming back in Bonnie Scotland this week.

Trail
A quirky multi-terrain trail which led Hashers through long grass and bushes, through an impressive social housing development, along quiet roads and through a sugar cane field. We even passed a charcoal manufacturing plant. There was a short river crossing via a log and our considerate hare had strung a rope across the water to act as a handrail. There were separate sections for runners and walkers. The hare advised that where the terrain made the marking with flour impossible he had used blue ribbon to show the way. Either Harry is colour blind or he had drunk too many Blue Marlins the night before but the ribbon was a distinctive red colour.

Hash circle
Around 60 hashers assembled for the Hash circle.

Here's to the hares!
Harry was congratulated on the trail and was rewarded with a down-down. He thanked the GM for his assistance and advice with the planning of the trail.

First timers

Both said that they'd enjoyed the hash and would come back.

Second timers
There were 4 second timers:

Leslie suggested that they be given a Hash baptism in the adjacent stream but this was not endorsed by the Hash circle.

Announcements

Religious and Sexual Advisor (RA)

As he stepped into the circle to tell his stories the RA was mocked for wearing a condom on his leg. It was actually a sturdy tubigrip bandage to support his weary calf muscle. The RA went on to tell two short stories encompassing sex and religion and appealing to the two facets of his role.

Religion
One Friday evening on his way home from church a priest decided to call at a hasher's house to thank her for the flower arrangement that she had done recently for the church. She had put on such a wonderful display that the priest decided that he needed to thank her personally. On approaching the house he noticed balloons hanging from the veranda and lots of cars in the driveway but the curtains were drawn.
He knocked on the door but there was no response despite the fact that he could hear music and laughter coming from inside. Finding the door unlocked he opened it and went inside. There was nobody in the hall and the sound of music and laughter was coming from the lounge so he tapped on the door, opened it and went in. He found a large circle of naked men in the middle of the room. Women wearing blindfolds were moving from man to trying to guess their identity by fondling their private parts.
Our hasher, noticing the priest, poured him a whisky and took it over to him.
"Welcome father! Here's a glass of your favourite whisky." she said. The priest was very embarrassed and replied "I'm sorry but I don't think that this is my type of party."
"Nonsense," said the host "your name's been called out three times already'

Sex
A man was not feeling very well so he went to the doctor and was told that he only had 24 hours to live. He decided that like any good husband, he must go home at once and make passionate love to his wife. He crept into the bedroom, slid into bed and for the next three hours experienced the wildest sex he'd ever had in his life. Finally, exhausted, he crawled into the bathroom where he was surprised to see his wife lying in the bath with a mudpack on her face.
"How did you get in here?" he asked.
"Shhh," said his wife "'you'll wake my mother up."

RA's down-downs

Hash hostage
Gaëtan passed on the hash bell to Vincent in recognition of his strange attire. He sported heavy black boots and a pair of trendy jeans for the Hash. In mitigation Vincent admitted that as he had not been to the Hash for several weeks he had dressed for a leisurely walk. Here's to the legionnaire!

Next Hash
Ryan the Trailmaster introduced Gaëtan as the hare for the next Hash which will be held at Cascavelle.

and finally..............the mystery of the missing beer!
It was noted that 17 beer bottles were missing at the end of the Hash. Despite a thorough search of the immediate area they could not be found. The Hash will lose money as a result of this loss. What happened to the bottles?

  1. Taken home by forgetful hashers?
  2. Taken hostage by the Mauritius Mafia?
  3. Stolen by passers-by?
  4. Abducted by aliens?
Anyone holding a bottle hostage is asked to return it at the next Hash.
Note from (thirsty) Webmaster:
We are already loosing money on drinks. If something like this happens again we will have to consider stopping providing drinks.

Here's to the Hash! On-on........................

The Deputy Scribe (Kay)

 

The Hash Mish-Management Team
Office
The 2011/ 2012 team
Supreme Being: Jean Ramiah
Hare Line + Trailmasters: Ryan Leeds
Cellarmaster: Gilbert
Hash Horn: Giresh
Religious and Sex Advisor: Steve
Ice Maiden: Gaetan (For the moment)
Ha$h Ca$h: Claudia
Deputy: Jean-Paul
Drinks for Wimps 'n Kids: Also Gilbert
Hash Market: Juliette
Deputy: Marinette
Edit Hare: John
Deputy: Kay