Run 869 and 870 - 18-19 Jun 2005

Run 869 & 870

Nerja caves camping weekend

Sat/Sun 18th/19th June 2005

Hares: Mummy´s boy & Stiffanny´s Dick

Scribe: Jerry Can

After another hard night on the beer/wine/pacheran(?), the assembled hashers were not a pretty sight! And enthusiasm for the run was dwindling as every minute passed. “Can we not just have a quick stroll round the campsite” (in a Cornish accent).

And several Hashers had already buggered off – Perv and Sparkey were nowhere to be seen (don’t want to start any rumours here!) and DumbArse Ditchwater cried off with a dicky tummy (or was it something about his dicky?).

Stiff Fanny called the circle together at 11.30 (probably waiting for Stitched Up to get her act together again) and the Hares told us that it was a shortish run IF we didn’t do all the falsies, checkbacks (as opposed to Saturday’s ‘medium’ mountain climbing expedition). We were also told (truthfully as it turned out) that the steepest bit would be the out section of Saturday’s run.

Well, this front-running bastard found the same checkback as the previous day, and Pig in Shit found the previous day’s check which had miraculously become a false trail. And so it went on. Without any decent terrain to get a circular run, the hares had to resort to long false trails to give the FRBs a workout and keep the knitting circle remotely in touch.

Stiff Fanny tried some acrobatics, but it was a hard landing – lesson: when you’re running down hill, look where you’re going! Much was made of a potentially broken thumb, damaged ligaments, etc but it was all ok.

After 30 minutes the beer stop beckoned. Last in was Spitoon…and what a sight! Two steps sideways, a tilt backwards and then a bit of a lurch forwards. He’d been on the red wine since 7am (Gangplank had given him a bollocking for waking everybody up shouting “ where’s my f***ing tea”).

The hares then pointed us in an outward (further away) direction, but nobody could work out how the trail could get back to the campsite, unless the hares had dug a tunnel through the mountain – which they hadn’t! The longest falsie imaginable! And the lead runners hid round the corner and didn’t call it – bas***ds! “We thought you’d want to enjoy the scenery” they said. Yeah – sure!!

Back to the 2nd beer stop – which seemed to me to be in exactly the same place. Felt more like a beer this time. Then On In to the camp. The park rangers had visited in our absence and said “no camping” – just as well we’d taken all the tents down.

As the GM was unwell, Jerry Can was again called on to take the circle. And he can’t remember who he gave down downs to! The run was scored at 7.5, the hares and anniversarios got their down downs. As the stand-in RA had buggered off, the circle was thrown open to everybody to have a go .. and they did!…like Vikings!.

Lunch was then served and we all went home.

Your Scribe

Jerry Can