There was plenty of drama even before the start of the hike: He’s My Brother came out worst from a fight with a fence, Sheepish had to result to tantrums & tears when she found her room bookings at the hotel cancelled, Rachael & Stephane arrived stressed from the city & disappeared to the beach while Philipp & Raul disappeared to their hotel for a suspisciously long time.  The hike eventually got under way, following the coast path towards Blanes.  There was a welcome swim stop, an even more welcome beer stop from a fort overlooking Blanes before a speedy trip back on the bus.  We lost the hare briefly at that point but the remainder of the pack assembled at the venue for the circle and helped to put together a great hash picnic.  There were loads of DDs, Rachael was named ‘F*ck Todos’.  Forgive me if the evening is a bit foggy from that point (there was plenty of Cava and some wicked pink liqueur with a very diminishing effect) . 

Photos 13 to 20 of the hangover hash around Lloret de Mar on Sun 27th June

After a lot of merriment drinking and dancing the night away, 9 bleary eyed hashers got together for a local hash cunningly set by Doggy.  The hare had to contend with overly keen shopkeepers getting rid of his markings but he still managed to keep the runners and walkers all  together to enjoy the sights.  Manu (in front of the flowering cactus) was named Spuma Head at the Saturday circle.

Thanks to the Warren clan (Charlotte, Virginia, Lexi, Stephi, Cari) & Manu, Chris, Rachael, Stephane, Pol, Philipp, Raul for your help in making the away weekend a great do.

Sprout & Doggy 

On on Sheepish

The Hash had a surplus of Hares with Ruffi, He’s my Brother and Not My Lover setting the run.  Rapida Frances did all the checking and check backs along with the super fit Hare, she just can’t get enough exercise! 

Tit is no longer out front but hobbling at the back of the pack with Sheepish following a knee operation.  Even the teenagers managed to drag themselves in before these 2. 

It was the last run for Not my Lover before he goes off to find himself a chinese hash.

 There were the usual down downs and then a great BBQ in the garden at Ruffi’s with a surprise birthday cake for Not my Lover.  We wish him well on his Chinese adventure.

On on to the May Hash in Vilanova i la Geltrú.

Hash write up:

AA Rachael and Stéphane were the hares for the March hash and had bravely offered to host the on on après for food and general debauchery at their Gràcia based apartment.

The hash started more or less on time after listening to information (pre-planned excuses) from the hares about how the dust may be hidden in plant pot or obscured by the inhabitants of the city and tourists who have the affront to take to the streets and places of interest on a Sunday afternoon.

The on on was called and we were directed by the male half of the dastardly duo up a hill until the FRBs just ran out of dust and had to come back nearly to the start to take one of the Gracia districts many small side streets, thus the pattern for the first part of the hash was set.

New boy Pol proved quite adept at finding the wrong trail and running on not a lot more than hope, a skill later perfected and refined by Rufi.  Somehow we managed to pick up Tit and his daughter Anna in the tangle of small streets and pretty squares and the pack was complete.

 After a suitable period of disorientation in Gràcia, the hash was led towards Park Güel: now this inevitably involved going uphill!  The trail was quite rightly set up about 8 flights of steep steps: most of the pack including one of the hares made use of the escalator so thoughtfully provided by the good city of Barcelona at great expense….it would have been rude not to.

We eventually entered the Park via some obscure back door and picked our way through the assembled crowds from around the world until we exited on the far side at a bar restaurant where Steph announced a beer stop, good, funded by the hash, even better.  I managed to get myself and Sprout a beer before everyone else was thrown out for blocking the path of the waiting staff, but Steph and AA eventually managed to sneak back in and order the beer for the rest of the pack before a riot broke out.  It was during this intermezzo that new boy Pol produced his hand held GPS and told everybody we had completed 7.73k so far.  Now I might be wrong but I think this device may have had something to do with Pol’s overoptimistic trail running.

 After the beer stop followed another 5k (according to GPS boy) of more parks and of course the eventual downhill (I missed this bit by setting off on an unplanned sightseeing trip on my own).

 Back at AA Rachael’s and Steph’s we enjoyed the late afternoon sun on the terrace, drank beer, identified plants, drank beer, compared underwear, down downed sinners, played games, ate lovely food, drank beer and it all gets a bit fuzzy after that so this is where the report ends.

Thanks a million to Rachael and Steph for a great day and I hope they are twice as stiff as the rest of us for a few days.

Doggy

            The story of a hash on a sunny day in Badalona:

13 assembled to listen to one of the hares before setting off.  The run, which took some sights along the sea front and further inland, finished on the beach where down downs of various sizes were given to various sinners, all punishments taken with good humour.  After polishing off all the food and drinking the hash out of beers, there was nothing else to do but to continue the merriments at a local establishment, what hashing is all about really.  On on to the March hash in the Gracia district of Barcelona.