Run 563 - Rum Till I Die

It has been a while since my last post....you will notice that these are all old runs....because there are no hares to set new runs!!!! Never mind, the hash will not die, although it does look kind of shrivelled right now!!

Run 563 This was the last Rum-till-I-Die run of 2007... November 3rd.

We met as usual at the BHC 3.00 pm on a Saturday afternoon........ but as usual, did not leave to go on the run until God knows what time!!!

Here we are waiting for others to turn up at the BHC. Not an uncommon occurrence these days.


After finally leaving the High Comission, the hash proceeded on its arduous course.... running the extremely long distance of 600 meters to get to the first drink stop ..... WINDIES on Middle Street. The drink was of course a straight shot of cold 5yr old DDL Gold Medal winning rum.

Having suffered through its first shot, the aspiring hashers betook themselves down the road, all the way to Camp Street and JERRY'S, where they recieved their second shot....... yet another cold 5yr old.

Along with the rum, Black pudding was served ... yum!!

Off again, all the way back to middle street (150 feet) and the TIC-TAC Restaurant and Bar, where the ebullient hashers took yet another shot .... this time, icy cold IVANOFF vodka, out of the TIC-TAC's freezer.
Now I know ... just like everyone else in the civilized world, that Russians like Vodka, so why does Alli (leaning against the bar in a hat) not drink it? He, it seems has defected to DDL 5yr old!!

And here, enjoying theirs shots to the fullest it seems are from left: Lube Job, a virgin,
ChocoMakki, Gypsy Bitch, Marco and Rebel.

The previously mentioned Russians!!!!


Finally, the Hash left TIC-TAC and hastened on its way to the next stop. Seen here is Ground Zero ... the Alberttown Fire Station!! Some how I don't think the poor Firemen knew what hit them!!

This was a much longer hop than all other stops combined so far, plenty of time for the hashers to build up a thirst!!!! Note the ravening hordes of hashers coming down the road,

and swarming around the mobile drink stop!!!! By the way the fire station is right next to the police station! (Blue & white building.)


Having exhausted the possibilities of the Mobile stop (another shot of ICY COLD Vodka), the swarm begins its long journey to yet another watering hole.




On the way, they encountered baricades;



and difficult cross country stretches.



Finally, after suffering through privations and tribulations, a watering hole!!!


Again the hash was treated to ...... wait for it ...... a shot of 5yr old!! in the dim, dank recesses of the DUTCH BOTTLE CAFE.



Then once again out into the cruel harsh weather

along lonely, tortuous trails, fraught with danger;



Through over grown pathways hung with all sorts of flora, and populated by all types of fauna;



END OF PART 1

Run 563 - Rum Till I Die Run Part 2

After surviving the terrible jungle trails, we wended our way through miscellaneous valleys;

Ambling along in the fading sunlight.

Then back into the jungle for another shot at the overgrown trail.

Stopping along the way to perhaps look at the flora; and to take a breath of relief at having made it through!! Either that or catching flies Rebel!!!!

Up treacherous slopes;



Now at the top of this steep trail, was the promised land!!
The Arawak Steak House and Roof Garden!

No pictures, we will leave it to your imagination ... something this sacred should not be profaned by common photographs. Suffice it to say the Hash imbibed the GOLDEN BREW by the jug full, and asked for more!!

Finally, after a long period of debauchery, the tired hashers wend their way back through the trails, lit by fireflies;

Stopping at an animal trail waiting till its safe to pass .. those big ones are dangerous at night ...

Phew made it across safely ...

Back to the vehicles;


We are alive back at the cars!!!!

Legs nah wuk no mo!!!!!!!!


Back at the ONON, the newbies, having lost their virginities somewhere on the trail introduce themselves a bit more formally,

Have their first official drink as members of the Georgetown Hash House Harriers;

and receive the blessings of the group!!


Every run has one of them ... the ne-er do well, the SINNER(S):
In this case SWAMPY (nee Monica's Cigar)

seen here receiving his just desserts


Keep on Hashing , and next hash bring a friend or two or three..... remember, the more the merrier!!!!

Happy New Year

ChopSuzuki

Sunday On the Highway

Rum In Her Crack's Sunday Run!!!!
7 October 2007

Beautiful Sunday for a Hash Run. Twelve the number of souls who showed up at the BHC. Four the number who unceremoniously left their fellow hashers because they couldn't tolerate Rum in her Crack's tardiness---they waited for an hour at the BHC, then said fuck off to the hash.

Rum in Her Crack showed up some 5 minutes later and was determined to get this thing going with the remaining eight. Chop Suzuki joined the procession at Grove and loaded up his car with food and drinks.

Got to the run spot--somewhere near Lopes farm and Emerald tower on the Sosedyke Highway. Run (I mean walk) lasted for about an hour, then we headed to the "umbrella" creek. Had lots of sandwiches and hot dogs to go with the almighty Banks Beer--true heaven that was.

Next stop was the the creek for a swim. The photos tell the whole story; no need for me to babble.

One virgin got 'high" after just two beers and almost walked into the path of a car on the highway.

Names were given out and the lucky girl was called "Sucky, Sucky" --hmmm.. I wonder why?

After lots of laughs and more Banks beer, it was time to close another chapter of the Georgetown Hash House Harriers.

Till next time...on! On!

The not so treacherous trail

Swampy checking out the sights(or the girl)

"I can take you to the Promised Land"
"Almost There"Nikita's gonna show off that tight tummy again. Wonder what kinda exercise she does to keep it so tight. Crunches?

The Enlightened Chop Suzuki

Lube Job's Farm - Part I

9 September 2007

Hash - Lube Job's Farm at Moblissa Creek
On On - under a bridge on the Soesdyke-Linden Highway
On On continued - Baby Jesus's place

Part I - Girls out front for Baby Jesus' last run
(and he didn't even show up)

Soesdyke junction: the Hash's favorite pick-up spot.

Where are all the men?

Front-running is fine,

but the view is much better in the back:

It wouldn't be a Guyana hash without a blackwater creek.

We're family friendly too.

What goes down,

Must slog up.

And up.

Midget in front:

Looking tired...

Bush is better:

GM throws this easy fish back in the creek:




Back into the light:

Someone got Belinda riled up again:

Since when did hashers start carrying purses?

Hitch-hiking harriettes usually want a ride in a car.
These harriettes just want to ride the guy with the big feet.

Another long, long road:

Finally, we can start drinking and stop pretending that we enjoyed the run.


Sinners?


This dude got it in his ear:

Some hashers just come for the food:

Try not to get in between Poke-her-hontas and the cook-up!
The Geddes Grant Triplets do everything together:

Mum, mum good:

Hariettes favorite:

This is what hashing is really about:


It started as an innocent game of ball:


But is it the football she's trying to grab, or some or kind of ball?

Whatever it was, ALL the guys have smiles on their faces:

Judging by the expression on his face, it looks like she found what she was looking for:

Now the girls are going after each other. Notice how the guys are still smiling.

These gals just like to watch:

GHHH family photo (the better half):

Bye-bye to Baby Jesus:

What's she looking at???