Dongshan Taiping Hash - Run Number 10 (away) 20.03.2010.......
Hares: Van Cock & Ban the Cock, plus their flour-throwing assistants in disguise
Location: Cross-country Hash at Taihu Lake, Dongshan Island
This was a Live Hare Run with the unique twist of extra flour being thrown down throughout the Run by assistant Hares disguised as Hashers. Is that even allowed? some might be heard to ask.....Well, of the 23 Suzhou Hashers and 40 Shanghai Taiping Hashers who were there, at least nobody did get lost on the island, so I guess that’s good. Other events; Why Not had her blue chalk out again, and both she and our 100km Iron Man Carl kept the Taipingers on their toes throughout the Run. Nobody, not even MudMaster Agatha, fell into the shrimp ponds during the now infamous ‘fish pond maze’ part of the Run. But wait-wasn’t Agatha off on his kayak on the lake instead of braving the hills of Dongshan? Now there’s creative short-cutting for you! The Taiping Circle was good fun, at least the first hour. Now the second hour wasn’t bad either, though some of the Taiping Hashers in the back rows were seen quietly defecting to their Hash bus to sit out the remainder. And the third hour even had its moments, but after that, grumbling did start to be heard among the ranks. At the Bash following the Run, an Wuxi Hasher of e-bike hijacking fame was given a fancy, albeit not very politically-correct new name, along with an ice cold beer bath. Just what you need on a cool March evening! However, he did fare better than poor little Johnny, the Shanghai lawyer who made the fatal mistake of passing out business cards advertising his consulting company on his first time at a Hash with foreigners Well, there are no free lunches at the Taiping Hash, and advertising yourself is definitely a no-no at any Hash. Johnny found out all about that at the circle and again at the Bash as he paid dearly and then paid again for the privilege of passing out those cards. Suzhou Hashers Sam and Gary both ran well, but at the Bash Sam was later ambushed by Huang Jiu-drinking Taiping Hashers. Luckily Gary had brought Karen along, so he was protected from the Taiping 'gang-bei's'. Sam had no such luck. In his defense, Sam blames it all on the fact that the Taiping ran out of Tsingtao at the Bash and everyone had to either drink Snow Beer, or move to the harder stuff. He was right about that, so his true-blue Suzhou Hasher friends politely ignored his snoring on the bus back home.
Verdict: Great run, super location, good length and trails, to say nothing of the great fellowship and hospitality shown to us all by the Taiping. We will definitely hook up with this Hash group again. On-on! |
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