This week's Hash run started out just a tiny bit more dramatic than usual. The pack gathered at the car park, as they always do, and stood there waiting, as they often do, for some late cummer, when a young policeman, out of breath, approached us and asked us if we had seen a man on a blue bike somewhere around. The pack denied having seen anything at all and promised helpingly, as they tried to hide their beers in their caps, trousers etc. that they would alert the proper authorities if they spotted the alleged criminal. Not more than two minutes after the policeman had resumed his game of "cops and robbers", a young man on a blue bike approached us. The pack went all silent as the man got off (on) his bike. "Hello" he said probingly to the staring crowd. After having found out that he was a Hash-wannabe, and not at all a hard-boiled criminal, the pack immediately sent the young novice off to the nearest grocery store to buy cigarettes and stuff.
After some driving around, the pack found the starting point on a parking place near NUTEC and started eagerly on their search for white spots. The track went up and down (mostly up) through the wild forest on Kvarven and the dedicated runners were several times forced to climb steep hills and crawl through almost impenetrable shrubs. Beer Stop had an NDE (near death experience) as he suddenly found himself crawling around in something he preferred to call an "animal pit" (actually, it was a small hole in the ground) where he lost a few nanoliters of blood. When the last hashers had crawled out from the undergrowth and on to the road where the track was leading, we happily concluded that we had lost no one, despite all the cuts and bruises and Beer Stop's unfortunate accident. Afterwards, the track went up, up, up through an area crowded with old relics from the days of "Festung Norwegen". After a serious violation of rule no. 45 (thou shall not shortcut), the rest of the track went downhill (luckily, Kamikaze was not with us) back to the parking place where we barbecued some sea urchins (or were they sausages?) and had a few beers (too few actually, because the beer master had not been taking his job very seriously).
| Down-downs | Reason for down-downs |
| Foggy Glasses | For making a very dangerous and demanding track |
| Just Peter | For being a virgin hasher |
| Beer Stop | For falling into holes in the ground |
Due to lack of beer, no more down-downs were available and that was too bad because Creepy Crawly deserved a couple after having violated rule no. 45 (for the very first time?) |
