The GMiss's concern for what was to come notched up a level as early as the circle as she conducted the standard interrogation of the hares, confusing both HeBitch & Supersuction by asking how many checks and holdings there were on the trail – now how were they supposed to know that.

 

So the packs divided into runners and walkers and off we went. The early part of the run took us through the village at fair pace, although there was a bit of a hold up at check number one as the pack dutifully ran a couple of immaculately laid false trails. When will they find the on? This scribe mused to himself... It was at this point that both hares realised that they had actually forgotten to put paper down for the on! Still we recovered from that and headed onwards towards the wall surrounding Nagarjun woods!

 

By now GMiss's concern level was approaching Defcon 3. "You have to pay to get in here" she testily admonished two startled hares as the pack scaled the wall "Do you – news to us". "What if the police come" asked a new Aussie hasher named Rob..."look if you see anyone in blue cammo gear carrying a gun...just run" was the reply. Anyway there was no way the police would be patrolling the trails our intrepid hares had followed!

 

So after a quick sprint along the path beside the wall, the pack threw a sharp right turn at the third bush (although Towed managed to turn off earlier for some reason) and up the hill we went... and up ...and up... and up! About half way, there were rumours that some of the less experienced hashers were developing AMS (acute mountain sickness). Keep your head close to the ground they were told. Not difficult advice to follow, as the whole pack was down on all fours at this stage making a complete meal of ascending a perfectly straightforward slighly sloping trail! 

   

More madness and mayhem was to follow as the pack singularly failed to regroup at the specified regroup near the top. "Too many leeches" whined a harriet..."we were having to climb trees to get away from them and there wasn't enough room for everyone" From what this scribe heard the leeches were in fact just what some hashers wanted...apparently Keeled was seen removing leeches from some hashers and then sticking them on his own legs in some quack attempt to cure himself of a mystery ailment, you see it really was monsoon madness!

 

Having reached the ridge it was now time to go back down the hill. Now the pack seemed to manage this without too much difficulty and spread out nicely as they wound their way back to the on-in. All that is except for Teeny from Kampala who somehow managed to keep going after everyone else had turned off the main trail...still he did trail in mid circle to a round of applause...so alls well and all that.

 

Now the walk was a stately affair by all accounts, no running of course, no scrambling or scrabbling and some lovely views.          

 

So to the circle, where the GMiss seemed to lose her head and proceeded to provide almost everyone that attended today's run with a down down.

 

Of course there were the hares, HeBitch, Supersuction Lola and Impressive.

 

The virgins Robert, Avigail, Michael (who brought German shreddings – good man), Maria, Carolina, Justin, James, Geoff...now there were at least another two bloody Canadians in this lot, still at least we had some Aussies, a German and a Brazilian to sweeten the mix.

 

There were returnees Alexander, Teeny Alex, Bijay, Lola, Moosette, Mooselette, Towed, Towed Under, Custard Tart, Sarah and Anita!

 

There was a newcomer – Rowena / Hoisin

 

Now it was around this point that Krishna informed the circle that we had run out of beer! GMizz was unflappable "go get more", so Amir to the rescue as he promptly jumped in her jeep and headed off to the nearest beer pasal!

 

So with normal service resumed, Hurry Krishna then got a down down for his birthday

 

Teeny made it back and celebrated being lost and found

 

Oh and Rabi was named. Why and what you ask? Well it appears not all of the hash DVD's contain the antics of the hash around the 1500th run Oh no HeBitch informed the circle that he'd settled down for the evening with the intention of watching his copy...only to find he was watching Baba Ganesh and so it became for Rabi.

 

There was a fracas between Keeled and Supersuction over an apostrophe...and Bernie and HeBitch kissed and made up...there were new shoes galore, Kathy was wanking and the Canadians were badly behaved...(again), including Steve's dog.

 

Oh and off course the Hashit went to Towed, who regaled the circle with a strange song that involved Mickey and Teeny and which just might have been rude!

 

So as the sun set over the mountains the party just rocked on and on... and as someone later lamented, the GM's back next week and he'll put a stop to all this "Monsoon Madness"