Run - 1849 - 2nd April 2023 April Foil Day
Run – 1849 – 2nd April 2023
Hares: Stiffany and Aquasex
Run number: 1849
Location: Fuengirola, Bulevar La Loma
Visitor: Six Tits
Virgin: Johan
Anniversaries: Golden Cascade 565, Aquasex 185, Rick O'Shea 55, From Behind 180,
Just Say When 485 (half of which she probably hared), Frilly Knickers 40
Hashers: somewhere between 30 and 40
Run score: 9 point something
This was listed as an April Foil run and we were instructed to come wrapped in our finest
aluminum foil, prizes for the best costume etc. Quite sensibly no one decided to run in
foil and waited till after the run to put on their finery.
The run started in a bit of a dust bowl somewhere on the edges of Fuengirola. Very clear
instructions from the hares including an admonition to the FRBs to mark the checks. We
were also informed that the trail was flat, no hills. Well we knew that was a giant porkie.
Everything went very smoothly until we came to the first check, about thirty yards from
the start. This included two false trails with about twelve marks each, and one trail with
about six marks that just disappeared. Eventually we found our way onto a road that
looked like it would take us into town. "Sod this for a game of soldiers", said Master
Bates "I'm not running around the town". And he buggered off, never to be seen again.
But cunningly the trail did not go into town. A barely noticeable path took us up into the
hills, riverbeds and all the other things associated with hashing round here. It was very
well marked apart from one part, where it seems some of the pack got lost. Twenty odd
marks leading up a hill to a false didn't help. And if it's twenty marks and you're on, you
never know for sure if you're on so, dear hares, checks are not going to be marked.
Then there were the tunnels, many of them. At the entrance to one of them was clearly
written "slippy". Maybe visiting Six Tits didn't understand this less common spelling of
slippery and decided to show off his latest dance moves. Anyway the outcome was him
going ass over apex and gashing his head, resulting in a trip to the local hospital.
At the first drink stop confusion reigned. Frantic phone calls between the hares and the
lost and wounded. The two cars then took off to round up said lost and wounded leaving
Aquasex and a table of drinks. At the second (totally unnecessary) drink stop there was
great concern that Seamus had been injured. But when it transpired that it was the visiting
Seamus we all got on with our cava and nibbles. And then back to the dust bowl, where
some people brought out their elaborate foil costumes and others picked up spares bits of
foil and wrapped it around their wrists or fingers.
There was a team game. Four teams of three. Each team was given enough foil to start
their own foil shop and instructed to put a costume on their leader. Two teams were
eliminated for using part of their original costumes and I'm buggered if I can remember
which team won. Anyway, general agreement that it was a great trail and a fun circle,
followed by an excellent on on at the Palace of India.
On On
Dogface