Run 1714 - 20 Sep 2020

Sep 20

Hash Stats:

Hares: Colonic and Five Knuckle Shuffle
Marks for the Run: 9.0
Location: Camp Out 2020 - La Cala De Los Gazules - Hare of The Dog
Number of Hounds: 40ish
Visitors: Quite a few.
Virgins: Several
Returners: Some
Anniversarios:

Distance: 5-15 km Completion time: Quite a while

Hash Narrative:
Run Report:

So after the gastronomic delights and boozy frivolities of the Saturday evening fancy dress party what better than to take 40 Hashers and invade the Sunday peace and tranquillity of the local town for the traditional Hair of the Dog Run.

Arriving in a blaze of colour and noise, like the arrival of the summer carnival, our motorcade descended on Alcala de los Gazules, a town in the province of Cadiz. Townsfolk stood agog and in fear of the plague (aka COVID) that has just arrived as the Hares marshalled us into groups of 10 for the Run. Townsfolk ran to their houses. Doors and windows were slammed shut and little children swept up into family member arms as we set off on what is the now the familiar course of climbing the back streets and alleyways of a picturesque Andalusia town to its highest point.

This usually being a castle or in this case a castle with adjoining leaky water tower. That reminds me. Colonic keeps informing us that he has had a ‘penis’ extension. His Villa now looks pretty damn stupid......

However, once the Hashers had circumcised (I mean circulated) successfully around the chalk arrows and devious checks we found ourselves at the beer stop and a wide plateau outlook with an amazing panoramic view of the famous bull farms of this region, the natural park of Los Alcornocales, with the Sierra del Aljibe in the background. Absolutely stunning and a photo opportunity us Hashers could not pass up.

The lonely villager who had been taking peaceful contemplation with his cute little doggy was now surrounded by a cohort of fluorescent t-shirts, rustling crisp packets and big dogs eager to meet his little four legged friend. His patience and resilience to us was epic, especially as all the groups of 10 had now become one mass of beer and pop swigging foreigners.

So On On as they say and from the back drop to a town founded in 189BC we descended a very modern set of steps down to a CB that took us all to an abandoned Roman bathhouse (Puente Romano). A Roman bronze tablet bearing the inscription ‘Lascuta’ dated 189 BC was found in 1866 when excavating the local parish church. It is the oldest Latin document found in Spain and now exhibited in the Louvre in Paris.

History lessons over as us intrepid runners dribbled into the town car park and as swiftly as we had descended, left this town to return to its peaceful Sunday slumber and most likely new stories to pass on to new generations.

Back at the campout we all gathered on the now sacred Circle green to chip our scores on bronze tablets and give our intrepid Hares a healthy 9.0 for the Run. Colonic changed his Hare shirt for camos and a German helmet, reputedly worn by the little moustached corporal himself, and goose-stepped into his official role as RA.

After copious amounts of beer (or was it water??) being sprayed at us all from his endoscopic device ‘anniversario’ was given to Muzzle-Im (moi) on reaching 50 Runs (note to Committee – still NOT received my ancient roman pewter mug yet) and the final scene was set for not one but two birthday girls.

Enter “Up Yer Bum” and newly named “Buggered in the Woods” to be ceremoniously caked. Another christening for yet another one of the Bollock family. Arise “Burro Bollocks”, may she forever keep the Mijas Hash kennel going when all us geriatrics have met “Dead End” on a professional level.....

The GM finalised proceedings and thoughts quickly turned to:

(a) how do I pack a tent into a convertible AUDI and sneak off without paying or

(b) where, oh where can we eat tonight as we were tired of the campout’s gastronomic delights and yearned for some simple meal elsewhere.

With Circle closed those who wanted to stay the extra night continued social distancing around the green taking delight in the wine, G&T and beer available.

A certain scribe found himself homeless but like all intrepid Hashers had a plan B. A peaceful relaxing nights’ sleep in a green tent with his trusted dogs to keep him warm.

Your humble Scribe:

Muzzle-Im

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