Run 202 – El Cucador
Not Another Hash Report…or The Curse of the Ar-sloggers!
It seems like only 2 weeks since Puff dropped me in it again to be Hash Scribe, and here he was trying to butter me up by extolling the virtues of the last bit of tripe I produced…. I would be flattered if it was not for the fact that I deliberately used small words and simple descriptions for his benefit! Anyway, no other account of last Sunday has appeared so here is my last one until at least Spring!!
We gathered at Vlad & Ar-slogger’s lovely home in Cucador, and it was a good turn out too. I am guessing that there were at least 30 standing there as Keyfob opened up the Hash Circle, including a few virgins. [Side note: 5 attendees were from Walking Football – not counting the WAGS.] A sharp intake of collective breath could be heard as Puff was observed climbing onto the wall, but he did not jump and instead took group pictures.
Then we were off, well as far as the end of the road and the first check. Finally we headed down into the rambla and away from Cucador as our hares: Vlad & Over Da Fence tried hard not to assist in what was a well-thought out trail. It was good to see WAG successfully checking so often from the circles, although I cannot help wondering if she had wormed advance information from Over Da Fence. Mind you, at least she was actively checking. Keyfob and Puff spent most of the trail ogling Queenfisher’s rear end! The real Ar-Slogger would have sorted them out, but Queenfisher just gave them each occasional pitying looks!!
At one point we passed the Walkers who appeared to be doing some of the trail backwards? Anyway, other haves were insulted as they passed! Mention had been made of unusual arrows pointing the way and it was some checks later that we discovered giant arrows made of branches or water hosepipes. In fact they were so big that most treated them as obstacles and ignored them! At one of the Regroups the hares announced that the next bit was just a loop to fill time in. Now I may be blessed with just Half A Mind but even I cannot get enthusiastic about something I now know to be pointless, so I started limping… It was not long before Over Da Fence suggested I stay back and look after 2 visiting hashers, and I bravely acquiesced.
As all the lemmings returned into the main wadi I realised that not only was Cucador visible on the other side, but we could actually see our vehicles! Needless to say the next check had everyone voting with their feet to leave the wadi and climb up to the village… We arrived back after the Walkers but a few soon made their presence felt by diving into the pool. Vlad was seen rewarding their bravery/stupidity [delete whichever] with a strategically placed shot of ‘Impaler’. Then the Hash Circle was called and it was quickly over to Two Hats to recognise the virgins, visiting hashers (furthest was John from Hong Kong/Shanghai), those running the trail (15 r*nners), and various other Down-downs before the real Ar-Soggler declared the food ready.
A really good selection of food was then enjoyed by a clearly hungry pack, with Puff (for some reason) getting an individual pie with his name written on the pouf pastry which he enjoyed! As ever, our Beermaster and his acolytes kept us supplied with the beer we have become accustomed to. All in all a great hash trail and great hosts on which to say adieu to Indalo HHH until the Spring (and I cannot do the write-up in April Puff as I have broken by wrist/gone temporarily blind [delete as chose])! And that’s the end of this tale…
Kingfisher
