I hashed with PH3 (Prague) for a couple of years. Our most notorious run occurred shortly after the ‘white powder’ incidents in America. For the non-hashers here, the trail is often laid using handfuls of flour, dropped along the path at various points to guide the pack.
So there we were, running along through the streets of Prague, in a fairly fancy neighborhood, when all of a sudden proceedings came to a screeching halt. Seems a nosey old wifey had noticed a suspicious looking bugger depositing little piles of white powder in the vicinity of the president’s house (we didn’t know that’s where he lived!) and phoned the police. So there were about 50 or so riot-suited scary looking police milling about in the street, who when they saw us coming figured we had something to do with it and boy did we have some explaining to do.
Fortunately the ‘hare’ that day was Czech and so could explain (for most of us non-Czechs, our language abilities probably wouldn’t have stretched to ‘hashing’, ‘dogpack’, ‘on-on’, etc.). We made the papers too.
As for names, I wish I could have gotten a more ‘interesting’ one, but we were a fairly tame pack as far as hashes go. We did though have ‘Cunning Stunt’, ‘Pussy’, and ‘PoopDawg’ - that’s about as raunchy as it got.
I’ve tried hashing where I live now but the dynamics were well different and it wasn’t very fun. Oh the good old days!
Hee! I love it! (And so does my husband, obviously ;))
Have fun tonight – I love the full moon hashes! Ours out here always end with a HUGE house party that often includes a live band, and of course tons of great food and refreshments. On-On!
No, you would not be wrong (though not all beer stops are in pubs – some are out of the back of a car parked along the road, or just set in the woods, etc.). And running isn’t even required. I walk (actually hate running).
I am exactly in Texarkana (and about 275 miles from Memphis), but unfortunately the link is blocked at work so I’ll have to look into it when I get home. Thanks!
I introduced hashing to my Boy Scout troop. I don’t belong to a club, but the brother-in-law is fully into it. Of course we couldn’t serve alcohol, so we settled for root beer at the end (in a circle)
I’m going to wait for a few years until some of them get into and beyond college to have someone come back and thank me for showing them the sport (half of it at least).
I wouldn’t have called us an American pack though - we were a pretty international bunch. I’ve been gone from Prague for 4 years though so no idea what it’s like now.
I went for a run with HHH in Thailand ,I remember the locals dozing under their awnings as we ran through the jungle as it was in the heat of the afternoon and the look on their faces suggested that we were a bunch of bloody idiots.
I didnt actually get a name but I was put on trial for not wearing a HH tee shirt and questioned at length while sitting on a block of ice,which was bloody uncomfortable!
I was found guilty and sentenced to knock back a large measure of the local rotgut in one .
They were a great bunch of blokes ,the only names I can recall are "lady Di "and “Shit for brains”.
I misread the email, it wasn’t actually a hash. One of the guys just sent out an invitation to the hash mailing list asking if anybody wanted to go to the hot springs in the Jemez (national forest). Turns out it was just me and him, so it was a bit akward for me at first (he’s gay, we were naked in a hot spring), but I got over it. On our hike to the springs, we found a gal crying about 15 feet of the trail, soaking wet and lost. We hiked her all the way up to the highway, where her boyfriend (?) had been waiting for 30 minutes for her. No clue why he didn’t go look for her?
The Hash House Harriers originated in 1938 in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, the brainchild of some British colonials who found themselves drinking too much and needing some exercise. “Hash House” was the nickname for the dining room of the Selangor Club Chambers, a social center of the times. The KL club was the only one until 1961, after which “branches” opened throughout Malaysia and in Singapore. The first group outside of the Malaysian/Singaporean area was in Perth, Australia, in 1967. Now there are hundreds around the world.
That information I summarized from my old Lonely Planet guide to Malaysia, but I’m pretty familiar with the Bangkok branch. I’ve never participated myself, preferring just to drink and cut out the middle man, but I’ve known some participants, and they are a wild and crazy breed indeed.
Say, Pygmy Rugger, in Santa Fe do you torture new recruits on a block of ice like they do here?
