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A few of us took the option to drive up Friday and focus on Nash Hash only. The drive up

was uneventful and we arrived on site around 4:30pm. We got squared away and then

began the important hash activities of drinking and socializing. It’s always great to catch up

with other kiwi hashers and those from overseas. We were well watered and fed on night

one.

Saturday, this the big one. The runs, walks, the boat races and down-down comps. Ball

Breakers (16km) headed off just after 9:00am. I was on the ‘long run’ which departed around

9:30am (others followed after that). The 11km run started just a short bus ride down the

road, all under a tree canopy. This was useful as it was already very warm. Lots of

undulation, exposed roots ready to twist an ankle etc.

Al the trials combined at around the 7km for the longer runners who joined hasher doing the

shorter options. This is where it got really busy, there were some stairs that caused a huge

logjam. Us hashers from Wellington are used to stairs, others not so much. Arriving at the

first piss stop required one final climb, to a blow-up bar with tonnes of cold drinks.

From there is a was short walk down to the second piss stop and water slide, it looked like

fun, but I’m sure users would be sporting a few bumps and bruises the next day. Oh yeah,

the landing pool was extremely muddy and smelt funny!

Lunch around 2pm, just simple hotdogs and buns. Perfect really, I think most hashers took

the opportunity to freshen up for the afternoon activities, fine session. Followed by boat

races and then for the hashers that haven’t had enough the down-down comp. It’s fair to say,

some more than others take the boast races seriously. And nothing says serious than

Toyboy, Wendy & Xerox forcing themselves to vomit up large quantities of beer to be empty

for the next round (stay classy).

DT showed that no matter his advancing years, he still had what it takes to win the men’s

down-down comp. After this it all becomes a bit of a muddle. There was a nice Butter

Chicken for dinner and lots, and I mean lots of drinking. Heaps more socializing and

drinking. Who’d have thought the aprons would become a fashion statement over the course

of the evening. The few that wore them back to front (thanks very much!) For me things

wrapped up at around 2:00am after dancing like an idiot for a couple of hours.

Sunday ‘get’ up time arrived not much after and then got everything packed up. Had

breakfast (Scrambled eggs, sausages, toast and cereals) both mornings. The recovery run

and then committee meeting. Public announcements followed. Gate Crasher, the new

NZGM. Wellington is hosting the next Nash Hash and various other announcements. In the

car by 10:30am with DT, CorpusL and SOS for the long drive back to Wellington.

On-On

High Heels.

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We managed to get a writeup in our local weekly magazine.  Our event was a great success, a local 5 piece band, DB5 donated their time and talent until everyone left. I believe we made somewhere around $1400 for Children's Starship Hospital

Combined Bays Xmas – 25 November

Seasoned Hashers say there's nothing like a 5-star, glamorous, year-end piss-up with everything you can imagine laid on, no expense spared.  Well, this was nothing like that – but it was still a great night put on by Mount Hash!.  The venue was TECT Park, a forest reserve midway between Tauranga and Rotorua, with a nearby shortcut to Whakatane.

Around 75 hashers met on a fine, pleasant eve.  They came from far and wide, Wellington, Mooloo, Taupo, Tokoroa, Whakatane, Mount, Coromandel and Rotorua. They discussed details of their trip there, the first Hasher off, or

The last Hussy on. the trail was laid by Macwatt, with much intent for a successful climax.  69er and Kahluis ably assisted the Hare in this regard.   The booze was staggered in arriving, mirroring the way that many left with it...  Words and wine were soon flowing as the Hashers arrived from all directions.

A few hardy runners set out, along with a large group of walkers, on the park trails, following plentiful flour markings.  The run went through a tunnel, testing the sure-footedness of some.  There were no Mishaps on the trail (she had covid), and the various groups converged at a clearing for the piss-stop.  With so many younger hashers speedily running in, Rotorua risked gaining the title of being a Racist Hash!

Upon realising they were at the piss-stop, thirsty and desperate Hashers lustily prepared their lips for a good Screw

Driver Beware, said the sign above the clearing, but we all made it safely back to the shed for down-downs, after imbibing Humpy's glorious Orange & Vodka concoction.

ABN started the fine session, with assistance from Peeping Farmer Tom, and a fine session it was too, with many sculling, and a few songs sung.

Daisy and Eggspurt brought their 'Make America Grate Again', pink elephant vessels, and asked Blow-out to fill them.  This he did by trying to pour in through the upraised trunk.   But, little did he know that Monica Lewinsky was the only thing capable of quickly going down on an erect presidential icon!  Resourcefully he found another hole to Suk-inn the beer.

The organisers, lead by Sourpuss, aimed to cater for all with a wide variety of drink choices.  But, clearly there was a problem with the Waikato chilly bin, as the beer soon disappeared into thin air, leaving only ice.  This was contagious, as the Tui and Speights bins did the same, and the bubbly and white wine too.   Before the end the only booze that hadn't disappeared was the Lion Red and a few bottles of Red Wine. 

The evening feast was expertly organised largely by Suk-Inn and Pokin-Out, and what a great job they and their helpers did. There were buns, ham, chicken and 4 salads, followed by a choice of cakes and slices. 

The clean-up was quick with so many volunteers, and everything wound up around 9.30pm.

13 hashers was all we had that were hale and hearty enough to walk the walk. Knose was our hare and what a cunning run he laid. Back to basics, a classic set piece of all the right marks, checks,  arrows. What could go wrong? Well everything of course. Too much talking, not enough observing and Knose standing on the corners like an exasperated teacher pointing at his missed blue arrows. The run was tight, every highway and byway of Kerikeri township. many checks, lots of marking, lots of confused hashers. Blackbeard knew where to go, and disappeared into the distance, we waited for him to call on, but one of us pointed out he was still standing at the bridge. Turned out to be a water main thingee painted blue, but Blackbeard had worn green this week!! A Specsaver moment??

Robin Hood insisted he had seen blue marks by Mill Lane in the morning while dog walking. Turned out every manhole, and arrow is painted blue in Kerikeri. Lots of arrows, lots of blue marks, just not Knoses.  Another Specsaver moment!

Duncan was getting thirsty, Heavy Metal, strangely quiet had a croaky throat so the call was made to head back to base.

Rock Salt was busy for a Monday night. Luckily we had a private room.

A 10 out of 10 for Knose, the hare. A superb job of reminding us how to follow a trail. 

Heavy Metal got no sympathy for swimming in very cold water and losing his voice. 

A great run. Ebeneezer tried to make a speech, thanking all those who sent wishes to the club on this auspicious occasion. The cake was made by Blackbeard's family. Many thanks, it was delicious.