The Drinking Club with a Running
Problem
Hash Trash for Shanghai H3 Run #906
Sunday 30th July
Hares: Pavarotten & Brain Dead
Venue: A to B. Botanical Gardens, Longwu Lu to A Crazy Restaurant
Scribe: Cums Inside
Here is a dilemma...should the Scribe be discreet when things get crazy
or simply just tell it like it is?
This run in the blistering heat was one a lot will not forget easily
- however hard they try. The group started (after waiting for all the
latecummers) from the entrance gate of the Shanghai Botanical Gardens
in 36 degree temperature and no cloud cover. There was quite a good
crowd, considering the oppressive heat but the pace was slow. The pack
shuffled around the gardens for a good 20 minutes. There was a notable
lack of people in the park for a Sunday afternoon - but of course only
the crazy expats are stupid enough to be out and running!! on a day
like that.
We went on out to the street soon after and waited there for a good
10 minutes as the checkers ran all over the neighbourhood looking for
a mark. We were soon on on and into the busy sweaty streets. There seems
to have been a shared false sense of security at this point i.e. 'since
it’s the height of the summer and 36 degrees, we won't be running
for much longer than 40 mins'. And so the pack jogged quite happily
along safe in the belief that this will be a short one. You fools -
never presume when Pavarotten is involved!
We ran on and on and on ...with the hares leading us astray more than
once!! A few of us FRB's got sidetracked more than once and when we
eventually caught up with the pack at the beer stop in the middle of
a housing area (after running around in circles - following marks for
15 mins in the squalor) to find everyone guzzling beer in a little alleyway.
After the beer stop the pack walked on in to the restaurant which was
closeby. A few things about this run confuse the Scribe, how is it that
more than a few people seem to have run a completely different route
to the rest of us - namely Octy, Shagger, Bubu (who was on his own trail
altogether) and Shitting Bricks. They were waiting patiently at the
restaurant when the rest of us sauntered on in, sipping their beers
and describing their run. But they followed marks the whole way!!?
So it seems that the hares set two different trails - its just a matter
of which way you chose. The other query is how a few of us had to scale
a bridge complete with dodgy fencing and gas pipes to arrive at a highway
- while the rest of the pack shortcutted it. We were with hare Braindead
- who happily climbed like a mountain goat up to the street level, bleating
about how easy it was. Frogfucker, Andre, Peter and the Scribe scrambled
over with less athleticism and grace in pursuit of the ever smiling
hare.
When we circled up this exhausted bunch of hashers berated the hares
for such a grueling trail in the heat - and this involved drowning Pav
in beer amongst strong advice never to hare with him! But somebody has
to hare - right? and its not an easy task : )
We welcomed back a few returners - Bubu, African Queen, Fuck a Duck
& family, Pissucker and Peter. There were a few newcummers - N-N
Bob from Toronto and N-N Farena from Germany.
A few more Down Downs ensued that mostly involved poor Pav who got blamed
for everything including global warming.
We ate in a very odd restaurant where the food was ok but suspect considering
there were no other diners in the entire place. After an amusing disagreement
with the management (average age 20 yrs old) about money, the pack left
and a few went On On to Kangaroo Bar for some less theatrical entertainment.
Any complaints about this hash trash should be sent to someone who
cares.
On On
Cums Inside
August 2nd 2006
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