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Run #149 - Friday 11 June 1999 | |||||||||||||||
On that sunny afternoon, after a couple of hours drive from Bergen, here we were all gathered to celebrate the beginning of the 150th w-e- of BH3. To my surprise only 4 hashers managed to be there for the 7 o'clock run, namely Backtracker, Bubbles, Dog Handler and Mata Hari. Earlier on I had told Dog Handler that having a trash edited in Bergen is a good thing, so that one can keep track of what had taken place ''en route'', however I mentioned how much I hated being a scribe (In Beirut I managed to write the run reports only twice though I have now reached run No. 64, but that's another story...), so our respected and honoured RA's first decision was to point a finger at me (pointing!) and force this duty on to me... Is that the proper way to honour a returnee?... Life is unfair here in the North... So I reluctantly accepted the task (can I do otherwise?) and soon on-on was called. The run began uphill around the ''Knausen'' cabin, Backtracker leading the pack, and trying to find the white marks that were nowhere to be found, we discovered later that Dog Handler decided to save some money on the hash economy and use as little flour as possible (or was it to surprise us and cook waffles later on? Only time can tell..) I tried to keep my eyes open of course, but also my ears to catch some interesting gossip, but these macho buggers were speaking Norwegian! Anyhow, I sneaked behind Dog Handler and Bubbles to hear the later explaining how, before he got married in the Philippines, his brothers-in-law, all 10 of them, were convinced that he got his wife to be pregnant, and 9 month later since no baby was born he earned back the family's respect! It was on-on in the woods and the wet forest, it reminded Dog Handler of that gorgeous blond we saw earlier on in the car park of Lagunen wearing a short tight black T-shirt with tight pants, and when she bent down to grab something he saw her white bikini line, that was more than he could handle....poor Dog Handler... he got so wet....from walking in the muddy bushes that is..... By the time we approached the one and only beer-stop for this run, we lost sight of Backtracker, only to see him coming down from a cabin where he had disappeared for about 10 minutes, and heard a strange noise coming from the shaved sheep stored there, all agitated and moaning...couldn't really say what had taken place, but I might suggest to the mismanagement to change his name to Sheepshagger or Farmasutra... It was picture time with yours truly impersonating hash flash Foggy Glasses, who preferred fondling the cheer leaders of his football team back in Bergen to participating in this memorable run, some people don't have the sense of priorities... [I can recommend fondling cheer leaders - Ed.] So we took a picture with the Mjølfjell mountain at the back, it was suggested that the 8th Killer Hill would be held here, since it's the biggest flour mark ever likely to be found on a trail. On up again, back in the bushes, with lots of check backs and false trails, then we were relieved to find the on- in sign that took us back to the cabin....
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