DHAKA MIXED HASH – RUN NO 1386						16^th February 2008
Pagoda – Fred’s Last Run – GELI’S 400^TH!!
Leaver Fred and “Get a Life Geli”
Hares: Deportee, Camel Jockey, Pradeep, Motalib & Rail Jerker							Hashers: 65
Virgins: Ali, Darren				Visitors: Towed Under, Custard Tart
Leavers: The Dawgs, Crusty Lobster, Glenn				Returnees: David, Rail Jerker
Permanent Leaver: Fred				Milestone: Get a Life Geli – 400 Runs
The ferry	The Run From Pagoda we were on convoy for a couple of kilometres before a short walk down to the ferry which it took about half an hour for everyone to cross. Once loaded with hashers the ferry didn’t have too much in the way of freeboard, resulting an a few wet bums if the boats rocked a little. Can’t Pull managed to demonstrate the he can’t throw also – in an attempt to splash ferry occupants he managed to hit Horse’s Arse in the kidneys with a half-brick precipitating a relapse of Horse’s hepatitis. Much to the entertainment of the locals we had a warm-up with Father Abraham then set off pretty much northwards and to the Hindu village. I’ve tried to work out where the hell we went from Google earth but for the life of me I can’t. Once we were away from the village we swung south and then seemed to head back to where we had come from. As usual, serious contributions to our directional confusion were made by Pussy Pick Up whizzing around at the front of the pack trying to prove the theory of random selection, whatever that might be. We did catch the walkers, hence we can have one of the very few pictures of them in a trash. We continued south, ending up at a brick kiln and then headed west again on a brick road for a while, before branching off across country. We eventually came to territory familiar from Run 1367 (at least it looked the same – sort of flattish with grass and trees). There followed some fairly long run-outs through clay pits and around them with the pack being kept pretty well together thanks to the lack of ability of the FRBs to find paper and, probably, some judicious guidance of the slower runners by the Hares. With almost perfect timing we reached the On-In, in another clay pit, slightly ahead of the walkers. What was even more amazing was that the site was remote enough for there to be no local audience for us to perform for!
Runners
Walkers
Wanker!
Hares	The Circle The circle began, somewhat unusually, with a Nash Hash announcement, the theory being that by the time the RA’s had finished, no-one would be paying any attention. There is a giant leap of faith here on the part of the GM in the assumption that anyone might be paying attention at the start. Organisers Warm & Fluffy and Geli were duly given a down-down for all their hard work after W&F had shouted at us for a bit. The Hares got a very well deserved vote of thanks for what was an excellent run before Virgins Ali and Darren were invited to introduce themselves. Ali, like the rest of us, hadn’t a clue what he was doing at the Hash and Darren is from Australia and is a kept man. The GM then proceeded to get my nearest and dearest mixed up. Just because she was wearing a yellow shirt Penis assumed that she must be Custard Tart and the other one Towed Under. They’re from the UK and were out on a brief visit to see little old me. Returnees were Rail Jerker, who’s been in Chennai, King Dong who was in Kurdistan and Dunny Gone and Hairy Crack who had been to Bangkok. Leavers were Doug and Show Dawg, off to Hong Kong, Crusty Lobster and Goose Bumpy off to Delhi and Glenn, also heading for Hong Kong. Permanent Leaver was Fred who is heading back to Chicago. Cue for a song? Only for some, so an appalling version of the Department Store song, mixed with the usual hash song ensued. Final Honours went to GELI who has done an AMAZING 400 RUNS. Five-Year-Old-Shit then stepped forward and immediately reverted to his artistic roots with charges of a lack of dress sense against Foreskin, Elaine and Dunny Gone (who in best Aussie tradition had vomit down the front of his shirt) and Doug and Show Dawg for posing. Dunny Gone used his stiff arm down-down to remove the offending puke. Then Homeless was invited into the circle after a number of hashers had overheard him yearning for the days when he was a great runner, or at least so he was claiming in an effort to impress the 14-year old visitor, Custard Tart. Homeless had spent the whole run chatting her up. Continuing in the vein of paedophilia, Challenger was invited to explain what he was doing chatting up a young Bengali girl. Rock lobbers at the ferry, Foreskin, Can’t Pull were called in, along with victim Horse’s Arse. You’d think they would have grown up by now, but boys will be boys. After a couple more down-downs FYOS decided that it was time that Fred got his just desserts for being possibly more boring than Pubic Hare’s commentaries on the history of every bridge in Bangladesh with his monotonous count down in hours, minutes and seconds to the moment of his departure from Dhaka. Proceedings were then handed over to second RA, Webfart who promptly hauled FYOS back in for not knowing whether he was on the run or the walk then had Challenger in again for chatting up young Bengali girls. Blow Job and Ménage a Tina, along with the walking Hares were castigated for leading from behind in order to stay with the two young bumbies and having a Hare to Hasher ratio of one-to-one. Snappy dressers Hairless Beaver and King Dong were invited to explain their dress mode, which was not exactly hash gear and finally Penis was hauled in for confessing to being tired after only ten minutes of the run and making announcements before the start of the circle rather than, as is customary, at the end. There followed a brief discussion on the merits of the soon to expire GM and the skills required by her replacement. So why is Blow Job serving an apprenticeship? Thanks to the Hares for an excellent run. On On Towed
Virgins
Visitors
Get-a-Life Geli
Blow Job still yakking
Snappy dressers
THE ART OF STIFF-ARM DRINKING
The Misses
The Hits					The Friggin’ Cheat