Master: *Zameer Ali -6789-172 Betty Agostini, Flash Boos
Hash Ass: Justin Henry -766-4694 Vaughn James, ArleneValdez
Hash Ca$h: Lorin Paton – 622-5806 (O) Hash Booze: Nevie Boos – 637-3033 (H)
On-Sec: **Mumtaz Amarali - 625-3617 ext 29436 Hash Softies: Richard Marlay – 351-3694
Hare Line: Michelle Girod – 622-2204 (H)
**email address : firstname.lastname@example.org
RUN: #676 RUN SITE: Tacarigua
HARES: Virgins and children (Michael Helen Naomi and Hannah) SCRIBE: Nick Ribbeck
A narrow trail took us east as a fairly easy introduction to what was to come – some mud and a bit of an upward slope. Betty’s Beautiful Bottom or Agostini’s Angelic Arse rapidly disappeared towards the front of the pack where, much to the relief of many who found themselves at the front in vulnerable checking positions, she started to do what she does so well…………..
Twice we plunged off to the left, up a hill and back down again only to meet walkers – some of whom were happier than others! These walkers were confidently led Hannah and Naomi. Helen helped too! For the third time the trail began to rise through the bush, eventually coming out in cultivated land and we then dodged sorrel bushes until we almost failed to go over the top and down the other side.
A check at the top had a number of people reluctant to check down hill. My recollection is that it was eventually Michael who plunged downwards and started calling on on. A suspicious manoeuvre but 4 or 5 followed. The calling tempted the 30 or 40 front runners down into the valley. As we slithered and slid the unwary encountered thorns – thorns that I had forgotten existed. Little ones ( the vicar’s pikant?) coming straight out of the trunk of the tree and great circles of long upward pointing ones which looked as if you could use them to sew canvas.
This run had some serious hills. It also had some serious razor grass. This was another little tropical hazard I had forgotten about – a couple of attempted short cuts resulted in bloody stinging legs and several remarks about typical brainless hashers. Thanks for the water, Daphne!
There was some lovely running next. Still same ups and downs and a significant
mango tree but the gentle (ish) forest trails were a treat. 4 days later, back in
What a great run.
Thanks to all. And thanks to all
who set the
Back to Tacarigua. Carib and the ol’ talk flowed, down downs for Michael and Helen and me and Penny and then the Poofters. Leroy with the cowboy hat drank a down down and various others were identified but somehow the HM became the Principal Poofter thus ensuring lots of free beer for himself and a gradually deteriorating condition as we progressed to Lance’s rum shop. On On
One f..king more! Run #676, set by probably the youngest hares ever, including
Nick, could be dubbed Naomi and Hannah's revenge. I was able to witness their
distress going down a slope with a rope in
Nominees for Poofter: Cowboy, Hagi and Michael
Chatoncellfield, however Gerry had the bright idea to nominate the HM for a not
so valid reason, so, being a little short on cash, the prospect of two free
beers looked inviting and I decided to accept with grace.
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From POS - drive to
From the east, go through San Juan toward Santa Cruz passing Pax
RUN: #674 & 675
SCRIBE: Nick Ribbeck
DATE: November 9, 10, 11, 2007
Did I agree to this, I
don't seem to recall agreeing? I am positive; I am not the right
person to do this. In St.Kitts, we don’t do hash trash, so I have never
done one, but here goes.
The Tobago hash, a long weekend of craziness, started, for me, with Liat losing my bag, and when I arrived at the hotel, to my utter horror, I found many hashers without drinks, I thought I had made a BIG mistake in coming, but they soon put that right by telling me that the bar was about 100 yards away, by the pool. Once I had got couple of caribs in me, I felt much better. Some of the Hashers came over and joined me; I can only remember Neville and Betty (Boobs), after several more drinks we went back to where others were. Beer had appeared somehow and after some more beer I went to sleep with Five Bimbos. I am not revealing any more.
Next morning, more hashers arrived, but even more importantly the beer had arrived. Having had coffee and a beer for breakfast, I went off to check for my bag, I did this three times on Thursday and twice on Friday. I finally got my bag on Friday afternoon. First thing I did, after I got my bag was to go for a dip in the sea; I could finally afford to get my cloths wet. There was no hash on Thursday, so we had lots of time to get inebriated. More hashers arrived throughout the day and each brought his/her own brand of jollity. Asha(?) tried to get some of the hashers to participate in some games devised to seek out the best ???, but she made one little mistake, hashers were not drunk enough. Once a hashers has had one or two too many drink, then the hasher is ready and willing, but may not able to, and this is the time for games, because then you are likely to get some hilarious outcome.
Friday we had the first hash, which was set by the BIMBO’s. I thought that this was a great hash; it had all the elements that go to make it a good hash. It had uphill, coming down steep side using rope, walking through a small river, lots of ducking and diving was required and proper amount of confusion as to a correct trail. One or two people even managed to get cuts. At the end, as if to put cherry on the top BIMBO’s had even managed to organize a downpour. Many of the hashers had found shelter, but were without beer, a real pitiful site. And if that wasn’t enough we ran out of beer. The down down had to be limited, and we were forced to stop at a watering hole on our way back to the apartments. Asha rolled out her party games once again and managed to bully some hashers into participating, and this was the most dangers night for me , I nearly got squashed; but came out with what must be my Tobago name “Hot Dog Paddy”.
The hash on Saturday was set by the Men,
this again had all the elements that go into making a good hash; and it was a
good hash. But the men lost some point on uncoordinated attire, and not being
able to arrange some sort of outdoor spectacular event, such as a downpour day
before. This time the down downs were held back at apartments, were there
was lots of beer. I believe, I got down down for being the only person not from
I didn’t take part in the Sunday mornings live run; I didn’t think I could keep up.
Many of the Bajans and I departed that
afternoon, and Liat took this opportunity to let me experience some more of
great airline experience. We were not allowed into the lounge and had to wait
on the stairs. The plain arrived late from
In a nutshell,
other than traveling, I had good time.
I am clearly not very good at trashing a hash, I love hashing, and that's my excuse.
Please remind Justin to keep me informed about the cruise.
On! On! Toy Man
Tobago 2007 Overview
By Tall Dark and Havesome
The mere mention of the words Tobago Hash Weekend immediately conjures images of previous weekends and the inevitable thought of “will it be better?” And so it was that another weekend was upon us. The weekend started for some as early as Wednesday. That lot of Hashers who feel they can play golf. I believe that they Go Out to Lime on Fairways. (not the one in Maraval)
The other normal Hashers if there is such a thing started out on Thursday morning. I got to Piarco around mid-morning and was greeted by a Hasher bearing a carib. I did not notice that they were congregated out at the Bar outside the terminal doing what hashers do best. Then I was asked if I had seen bacon to which I replied no I had eggs for breakfast. Then a few frantic phone calls were made and I then realized that the Bacon they were referring to was Susan Bacon who was running late.
As we sat around talking and drinking the beer truck arrived. This sight meant that the weekend was really going to happen. Throughout the afternoon there was a steady stream of hashers, some traveling light and some as though they came for a week.
As usual there was plenty shit-talk and picong throughout the weekend
ü Hotel room shuffle
Hashers were being moved around as their arrival did not coincide with there room readiness
ü The barbecue
As normal, every year confusion. One hasher could not remember his meat.
ü The changing of the guards
The next generation of Hashers was well represented by the off spring of Paton, Darwent, Nuzum, Girod
ü The shouting match between the Brian and Linda
won this match. This next bit is meant for Linda and only Linda.”The boy has
issues especially when he is in
ü Win at all cost
is a Bajan Hasher who was formerly known as the “Biafran” whose main focus is
on coming first, not only with his wife, but
also on a hash. He got to the ON IN on Saturday and took a wrong turn like many others but
the smart ones yours truly included turned back after going about a mile. He continued on
no doubt with the thought in his mind that “Yes, today they cannot beat me”. Now I must digress. Just imagine you
are running after the ON IN and after 2 miles
there is no other Hasher in sight. The ordinary hasher (there is that term
again) would turn back,
but not this hasher.
ü The Saturday night lime at the night spot on the way to Pigeon Point was a blast
ü Gerry was renamed Bruise Knee
ü DJ did not like how Gerry was looking at his lady so he hit him with his nose.
Ø “Leh we kill them goat and make curry duck”
Ø “Oh shit look at tooo-toooooo”
Ø “What direction was the’X’ facing?”
Ø “I going to put meh wet suit out to dry”
Ø “They break in the room when I was trying to spend quiet time with my honey”
Ø “That is the only pants yuh have or is it a uniform?”
Ø There was skinny dipping. I repeat, there was skinny dipping. This took place on Saturday night or make that early Sunday morning. Gerry you should have listened to me.
Ø This weekend was the first time that there were proxy hares. This situation arose when the Dookie brothers refused to take their Down Down as hares. I shall put it to the Council of Ex HMs and Old Farts that the elder of the brothers be made poofter for the rest of the year seeing that he is the immediate Ex HM and his action is tantamount to disrespect to the office of HM.
Ø Many hashers do not know the difference between shaving cream and whipped crème
Ø Daphne looks quiet but she erupts like a volcano
Run #674, set by the Bimbos, was preceded by a lot of
rivalry and competition. After a long drive to
Later on the HM was taking a five while the KKK was gathering outside to start a lynch mob. Beware of the Shaving Cream Bandit! Confucius say shaving cream on floor and walls, lead to broken nose!
Run #675, gave the Doobies + 1 a chance to outdo the Bimbos, preceded by a lot of hype as usual. Being an A to B run, some vehicles had to be moved to point B by Boobie #1. This was supposed to take 10 minutes. An hour later, Boobie #1 still has not returned. The crowd was getting restless so the run was called to order. We set off on a big loop, through a tunnel and came back not far from the run site. It was uphill from there and into some greenery past the cows. Some pleasant terrain took us back to the
Nominees for Poofter: Friday, Barbara Paton for the missing rum bar, she could not be found. Saturday, Forrest, for not telling us he was there to do the Tobago Marathon.
RECEDING HARE LINE
RUN # DATE HARES SITE
678 December 15 Hash Christmas Run and Dinner
679 December 29 Justin/Seon/Adrian/Timothy/Kevin
680 January 12 Fearsome Foursome
681 January 26 Victor Smith
682 February 9 Karen & Richard Hart
683 February 23 Rob & Liz (Red Dress Run)
684 March 8 Ronald Mc Donald, Martin Griffith and Victor
685 March 22 Neive
686 April 5 Derek De Freitas/Cyril
687 April 19
688 May 3
689 May 17
690 May 31