We met for drinks and chat at the Keepers Bar opposite the Town Hall in Oria, then ambled down to the square at the bottom of the village, where the circle was eventually formed due to chit chat and late arrivals !
Norman and Marmite set to explaining the route which from henceforth will be called the “lazy Hash” because there would be no false trails, no check backs and as we discovered – not much salt. obviously imprinted with the laid back Spanish ways now.
The walkers and the many dogs followed Norman for their morning stroll, while the more athletic searched for the elusive spots of salt and from time to time looked to Marmite for enlightenment but she remained tight lipped, probably because she didn’t know where the route was either.
Despite this we were out in the blazing sun for about an hour having a great time again eventually reaching the square for much needed drinks and nibbles ably served by Ma Bates – Treasurer, Choir Master, Hash Cash, and what ever else is required of her. On On I say.
The very reverend Two Hats patiently waited for us to recover and form the circle to enthusiastically admonish the miscreants with more drinks and down downs.
We had started out with 6 Virgin Hashers but only returned with two, so if anyone near Oria finds 4 dehydrated bodies jabbering incoherently, we know nothing.??
It was good to get back in the groove, so to speak, and although I Hash with H3 in the UK now (from time to time) (mostly in the rain) it was good to get back in the sunshine. I realized that I had been away far too long from my IH3 friends as soon as we set off, the British weather having worked it’s magic on my joints etc; however another great Hash, Thank you guys.
Hope to see you all again soon. ON ON forever. Tonto
