The hot hash – June 14 2015
The hashers gathered in a normally tranquil La Perla, Arboleas, for the first hash by our virgin hares, Stripper and Ingeborg (more on Ingeborg later) ably supported by WAG and Over De Fence, for a what was to be a great hash with a superb on-after.
After a warm welcome from the gracious hare hosts and their two dogs… the hashers piled onto the ample terrace and gazed longingly at their crystal blue swimming pool. After copious cups of coffee to wake everyone up, the circle was formed while the Hares explained the routes.
So off they went, through orange, lemon and olive groves, down to the rambla and headed towards Arboleas. On the way, Slot Machine found a rock that looked like a bread roll and decided that it should join the hashers on their travels… even if a number of hashers felt it looked more like a battery operated instrument better suited to a lady’s bedside drawer.
Halfway to Arboleas and the dogs were offered a dip in a sunken water trough although the steps were a little steep for poor Bandit and Alf who couldn’t quite make it in. Billy had a great time though and didn’t wish to leave.
Onwards everyone traipsed, towards Arboleas and up some metals steps (we’ll come back to that later) and up the path to a tower that overlooked the town.
NonCents opted to take a break on a bench, while the remaining hashers traipsed up to the tower where Stripper was waiting with some very welcome refreshments for the tow-legged and four-legged hashers. Key Fob, being the charming waiter that he is, even took a beer down to NonCents so he didn’t feel left out.
Back to the house we all went where Puff, Key Fob and NonCents availed themselves of the pool – even though it was already being occupied by a couple of crates of beer and a rock.
The after circle was formed and various punishments were doled out by the R.A., Norman Bates. The Hares received one for a “rubbish” hash, Slot Machine for bringing a stony friend along for the ride (although one or two suggested that it looked more like something battery operated), Norman Bates for being “an angel in our midst”, a number of hashers for taking short-cuts (damn you Norman Bates for laying the trap), Dyspraxia and Billy No Mates for using technology on the hash, Key Fob for being a “waiter” for NonCents and Bog Trotter for having the “most stupid suggestion ever on a hash” – offering to carry Norman Bates up the metal steps when they reached Arboleas town. Heaven help her back if she’d tried… he’s not a small man and she’s a mere dinky dot!
Two virgins were christened: Ingeborg became Sluggard after a story by Norman Bates about miners taking their lunches down t’ pit and general tardiness. Graham became Jackless because he was without his dog, Jack. Welcome newly christened hashers!
Sluggard and Stripper provided what had to be the tastiest soup ever, and everyone caught up on the gossip before wending their merry way home.
Another superb hash… great weather, great company, great hospitality and great chats – another success!