Albenga Weekend 2016 Run Report 2

RHHH R*n 858 – A Tall-ish Tale   It was the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria all over again. I was sailing to the new world, from the land of the Crêpe to the land of the Grappa. A sea change: The Gulf of Genoa. The new world where our breath slowed, ending the…

RHHH R*n 857 – An ode to Pissoles Who needs running, let alone hashing when you can eat Italian food all day?   In a break with tradition from the previous year’s away weekend, Duchess at least had the grace to force feed the hash after the run and not beforehand. However, in compensation, he believed…

RHHH R*n 856 -The Tale of the Lost Scribe… Apart for a few early birds the reunion party started that Friday evening. People with familiar smiles but unremembered hash names arrived in throngs. Many from Switzerland, some from Ireland, newcomers from England, came to swell the Riviera flock. It wasn’t just seasonal migration; rather an…

It was the promise of pre-ordered FISH n’chips that lured 4 Oslo Hashers to join Riviera run 893. On our arrival, a SHOAL of 25-30 Hashers were FLOUNDERing around at the CARPark at the end of the bloody big bridge. Some were admiring their MULLET haircuts whilst others were PERCHed on seats admiring the sun…

When the RA asked me if I would write the run report I hesitated at first as I have been a bit out of practice with literary efforts and, like a good trail, the run report does demand the application of the 7 Ps- though we haven’t been seeing much of them lately. But I…

Lonely Associates to the rescue La Hash-Ronde Des Collines Nicoises Nothing was said of course, but you could feel the disappointment over the internet. No one was blamed but we’d missed the deadline!! Training regimes were being hatched, imaginations buzzing for outfits, taste buds reminiscing those muscular Bellet wines, but to no avail! Les authorities…