Run 886 - 02 Oct 2005
Run 886-Barranco Blanco
Sunday 2nd October 2005
EL PULPO'S PINUS RUN AND HIS WHITE DISSEMINATIONS - SUNDAY 2ND OCTOBER
Sunday dawned bright and clear, and a goodly Pack gathered amongst the pine trees at Barranco Blanco. El Pulpo had set the run entirely on his own, being of stout body and less stout mind. This was quickly proven , as we set off through the pinar and carried on through the pinar and on and on through the pinar following great swathes of shredded paper.
Scalps were scratched and ankles twisted, but onward we wound through the pines. Eventually arriving at a lookout point, we began the mammoth ascent up the tree break. One or two mammoths, and not a few gazelles, had trouble with this gut busting climb. (Hosts were subsequently down-downed for dragging unsuspecting, unfit and caterwauling visitors along to this particular hash). Never mind -- surely the beer stop must be at the top of this climb, next to the sneaks in the fire lookout point?
Nope. Down , we went, and now up another firebreak, before the lame and the halt finally reached the thirst-quenching nectar. It was just as well that beer was in the offing, as by the time Your Scribe arrived, admittedly at the rear, there was no water left..
Duly sated, the Pack meandered its way along a spiny ridge, then - unsuprisingly - down once more into the fire breach, and once again entering the furzy carapace of the enveloping forest ... Here the confused hare burst his bag, so to speak, squirting confetti in all directions; and so, lamentably, he continued, all the way back to the cars.
The Circle was joined, and penitents were cleansed of their sins. Mummy's Boy, in particular, was not only Publicly Pissed On for Misogyny, but suffered the additional ignominy -- along with that child molester -- of an internally administered icing at the gloved hands of enthusiastic Harriettes Golden Cascade and WWWW for disrespecting the Hash by pathetically copping out of runs at the last minute.
Dipper was giving one of the most breathtakingly brilliant performances of his career as Religious Adviser (hear, hear - Dipper) when disaster struck. The Forest Fuzz arrived in the nick of time , and tried to nick us! Smooth talking by GC avoided this calamity, but we were obliged to promise to return the following day , and clear up El Pulpo's paperfest (wanker ran out of beer, too).
Accordingly , some 14 noble idiots turned up on Monday evening (with a little daytime assistance) to repeat the Ball Buster and pick up several thousand litres of paper from spiky undergrowth , wearing poofty gloves. Heartfelt thanks to those who participated in this generous gesture , and bollocks to the rest of you lazy bastards, not forgetting El Pulpo for getting us into the mess in the first place!
On flour!!
Your scribe,
GOBBICHOV