Just as we reached the gates of PG, Baby Dick spoke about the 'n' number of women entering the gymkhana for the housie evening. He explained how these women would go from being sober to being a complete Parsi in a matter of a few minutes. Lol
Evenutally we moved on Marine Driver, under the bridge, where Cumagain wanted to flag off the run.
There was something unusual that occurred just as Bonsai decided to start announcing the run. We know she is a big gift in a small package (the hash name also suggests that). But we have to remind ourselves that she is also very light and a slight breeze can set her flying. That is what exactly happened but thanks to the brave efforts of Fartashaty and Fubar, she was caught and held before she could rise above our reach. You dont trust me? Let the photo speak for itself.
Three hares, Cumagain, Naysa and Aryaman, had marked 2 runs; a short and a long. Chief Hare, Aryaman, explained the run in the shortest and best way possible; "The run is marked in green tape and there are no false trails."
With that in mind, the odd hashers dividing themselves into runners/walkers and could here On On screams at a distance. The runners went completely off trail right in the beginning adding nearly half a click to their run. They ran across Marine Drive till the aquarium and headed back to the start point to continue on the walkers trail, who by this time had a considerable lead. The motive behind this was to make sure that everybody lands back to the venue at the same time. We covered most of the Fort are of SoBo before we appeared on the Mariner Drive from the Air India building. As the hare had planned, we did get to see the wonderful sunset.
We, however, did reach much before the time PG opens its bar, i.e. 7pm. The bawas, sitting with their bawis (or somebody elses) sure wished the gymkhana started serving us immediately; we just would not stop cursing and laughing which annoyed them beyond their minds.
The beers came, not so chilled initially, but things just got better from there. Vada, Akuri on toast and chicken starters started doing rounds and scattered hashers could be seen conversing with food in one hand and beer in another.
Thus ended another eventful hashing day.
Evenutally we moved on Marine Driver, under the bridge, where Cumagain wanted to flag off the run.
There was something unusual that occurred just as Bonsai decided to start announcing the run. We know she is a big gift in a small package (the hash name also suggests that). But we have to remind ourselves that she is also very light and a slight breeze can set her flying. That is what exactly happened but thanks to the brave efforts of Fartashaty and Fubar, she was caught and held before she could rise above our reach. You dont trust me? Let the photo speak for itself.
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Three hares, Cumagain, Naysa and Aryaman, had marked 2 runs; a short and a long. Chief Hare, Aryaman, explained the run in the shortest and best way possible; "The run is marked in green tape and there are no false trails."
With that in mind, the odd hashers dividing themselves into runners/walkers and could here On On screams at a distance. The runners went completely off trail right in the beginning adding nearly half a click to their run. They ran across Marine Drive till the aquarium and headed back to the start point to continue on the walkers trail, who by this time had a considerable lead. The motive behind this was to make sure that everybody lands back to the venue at the same time. We covered most of the Fort are of SoBo before we appeared on the Mariner Drive from the Air India building. As the hare had planned, we did get to see the wonderful sunset.
We, however, did reach much before the time PG opens its bar, i.e. 7pm. The bawas, sitting with their bawis (or somebody elses) sure wished the gymkhana started serving us immediately; we just would not stop cursing and laughing which annoyed them beyond their minds.
The beers came, not so chilled initially, but things just got better from there. Vada, Akuri on toast and chicken starters started doing rounds and scattered hashers could be seen conversing with food in one hand and beer in another.
Thus ended another eventful hashing day.
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