Halloween. Images of spooky old ruins on a hill amid a storm. Scary apparitions and stories of death and destruction. Welcome to Contessa and Pedo’s Halloween hash.
Contessa had promised ghostly goings on with a beer stop at the house of Colin, apparently the local mayor but unfortunately ill on our day of visit. His apparition was still awaiting us all the same.
Rain, rain go away. A remarkably strong crowd of runners and walkers assembled just as the heavens opened on the seafront in Bussana to witness a rare phenomenon. Yes, Pedo was back and, not only this, he was co-hare with Contessa (who mentioned that this is her 5th haring of the year – bravo!). Pedo has been around since the Ark, as can be seen from these musings before his name was simplified:
Phaedo (Circa 360 B.C.) says: “Certain tiny animals do not leave any pain when they sting us; so subtle is their power, so deceptive for purposes of harm. The bite is disclosed by a swelling, and even in the swelling there is no visible wound.” That will also be your experience when dealing with wise people, you will not discover how or when the benefit comes to you, but you will discover that you have received it. “
All fungi are edible.
Some only once.
Anyway, back to the hash. We also had a ghostly runners trail. There was no flour for the first 3 kilometres. Instead, we were led by an apparition looking remarkably like Padre who seemed to know what he was doing. I have the proof here….
The unmarked 3km was a pleasant warm up before the climb to come. Wet Patch has been claiming that she is the fastest runner in the pack but she was nowhere to be seen, left behind by such athletic stalwarts as Jobsworth and Cumalot.
Unsurprisingly, the easy start soon came to an end when we found ourselves back at the start point and were allowed to follow flour that went up, up and up towards the ever more menacing heavens. The uphill was vicious and only punctuated by moments to slow down by scrambling under trees or taking totally the wrong trail (Cumalot). A 200m climb later, we found another apparition
Yes, we had reached the promised ghostly beer stop and the resident ghost had a distinctly familiar feel.
The beer stop was well received as it was indoors in Colin’s beautiful home and hosted by his son Mungo “In the summertime, when the weather is hot”. Mungo gave wonderful stories about the history of Bussana and its earthquakes and not very legal land reforms to us before we set off for the second half.
The second half started with a walk around the destroyed church next to Colin and Mungo’s house. 57 believers died when an earthquake brought the roof down on them in the 1800s. The ruins stand as a monument to disaster and once again befitted a Halloween hash.
After this, it was all hands on deck to bring the drinks back to the beer car. Except that Wet Patch had been far too keen and also brought the beer we offered to Mungo for letting us use his home as beer stop. Cumalot bravely took the beer back and it was then downhill all the way.
However, the spooky goings on clearly had left their mark. Or was it a Lourdes like transformation? Not just Farty Bum but also Dire Rear decided to join the runners for the run downhill. Dire Rear soon realised the folly of her ways but Farty Bum has now been inducted into the runner’s hall of fame.
Back at the start it was time for down downs, presented by the “back from whipping the colonials into shape” Jobsworth:
Hares – Contessa and Pedo Returners – Jobsworth and Wuff Diva Padre for short cutting and outing others who did the same Late Cummers – Poke MaHole, Long and Hard, Semen Monster and Fairy Plongeur (and the rest of you) Cumalot for not posting the Albenga run report despite Padre and Jobsworth having slaved over it
Contessa for delaying the second half by dumping Wet Patch for stealing Mungo’s beer Farty Bum for running Cumalot for announcing his cumming out by running in tight lycra “On In” pants and with an umbrella
Evelyn for social technology in the circle And the Sh*t of the Week winner was Farty Bum (of course) for many offences but mainly for the lack of circle organisation in her previous hash.
And so it was on on to another fine Italian restaurant where the food was copious and the company exquisite. Long and Hard was in heaven as the waitresses were Romanian and Wet Patch received a cake from the staff for losing her Italian virginity. First time ever in the country, as you ask. (But first time ever doing what I do not know. You must ask her).
Postscript. Fresh from her becoming a runner. Farty Bum was very anxious to accompany Cumalot to his car. The rumour, unconfirmed but from a reliable Plymouth derived source, is that she wanted him to take her home and enticed him with beer to do to so. This begs the question of what happened next. “Your place or mine?”. “Just one coffee/beer?”. “How do you like your eggs?”. A lady of much mystique…..
Cagnes Y Lacey ride again Crisis, what crisis? A hole in the diary (no, not a**hole in the diary) was valiantly filled by our very own Canadian Mountie Farty Bum. To the rescue again, hurrah! Once Farty Bum had taken the initiative, hashers were queuing up to help her and it fell to Lonely, fresh…
I don’t know about you, but I find that my hangovers are far less severe as I age. Against this, getting up to run a third hash in three days after partying the night before is getting much harder. Which reminds me of something else that is harder to get harder with age, as recounted…
Run 870 Location Le Broc Hares Spare Rib and Mrs. Cup Cake Scribe Anne Yurism The Annual Spare Rib and Mrs. Cup Cake Easter Hunt Special; Sadist, being keen, arrived at the usual start spot in plenty of time and stood at the junction directing the traffic for all those that missed the official start…
Hares; Farty Bum with technical assistance, (Climbing specialists.) Mad Max and Confusion. Location; Villeneuve Loubet Scribe; Laura Norder Which one of the following statements is true? The problem with quotes on the internet is that they are not usually true. William Shakespeare. The problem with my run reports is they contain too much truth….
Riviera HAsh House harriers - red dress run
I know that running is a potentially hazardous activity. I should not enter and run unless I am medically able. I agree to abide by any decision of an official relative to my ability to safely complete the run.
I hereby certify that I am in good health and I assume all risks associated with running/walking in this event including, but not limited to: falls, contact with other participants, the effects of weather, including high heat and/or humidity, traffic and the conditions of the road, all such risks being known and appreciated by me.
Having read this waiver and knowing these facts and in consideration of your accepting my entry into this event, I, for myself and anyone entitled to act on my behalf, waive and release the Riviera Hash House Harriers, its officers, agents and volunteers, all states, cities, counties, trict Commission or other governmental bodies or locations in which events or segments of events are held, all sponsors, their representatives and successors, from all claims or liabilities of any kind arising out of my participation in this event even though that liability may arise out of negligence or carelessness on the part of the persons named in this waiver.
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Je sais que la course à pied est une activité potentiellement dangereuse. Je ne devrais pas entrer et courir à moins d’être médicalement capable. Je m’engage à respecter toute décision d’un officiel relative à ma capacité à terminer la course en toute sécurité.
Je certifie par la présente que je suis en bonne santé et j’assume tous les risques associés à la course / marche dans cet événement, y compris, mais sans s’y limiter: les chutes, le contact avec les autres participants, les effets des conditions météorologiques, y compris la chaleur et / ou l’humidité élevées, la circulation et les conditions de la route, tous ces risques étant connus et appréciés par moi.
Ayant lu cette renonciation et connaissant ces faits et compte tenu de votre acceptation de mon entrée dans cet événement, moi-même et toute personne autorisée à agir en mon nom, renonce et libère le Riviera Hash House Harriers, ses officiers, agents et bénévoles, tous États, villes, comtés, Commission trict ou autres organismes gouvernementaux ou lieux dans lesquels des événements ou des segments d’événements sont organisés, tous les sponsors, leurs représentants et successeurs, de toutes réclamations ou responsabilités de toute nature découlant de ma participation à cet événement même si cette responsabilité peut découler d’une négligence ou d’une négligence de la part des personnes nommées dans la présente renonciation.
J’autorise tout ce qui précède à utiliser des photographies, des films, des enregistrements ou tout autre enregistrement de cet événement à des fins légitimes. Je comprends que les vélos, les planches à roulettes, les patins à roulettes et / ou les patins à roues alignées ne sont pas autorisés pendant l’événement et je respecterai cette politique. Je comprends également que les joggeurs pour bébés sont découragés pour la sécurité de tous les participants. Je suis conscient que la Fondation décourage fortement l’utilisation d’appareils audio personnels (iPods et casques MP3).