Run No: 411 - 21 Apr 07 - at the Miramar

After the hash, we are planning an ON ON at the Pousada de Coloane, (right beside "A" for those of you who have not been there before) to celebrate bringing in the new Grandmaster. Cost is 140 a head for a buffet BBQ, drinks extra although we will make full use of whats left in the coolers. It's a great spot, hope to see you there and not the rain.
After the On On, Rent Boys farewell party kicks off at 10pm. For those of you who missed the earlier email on this see down below. Please note Rent Boy's advice that the cat has already gone, which I guess means it's a BYO.  
As for the hash trash, last week it was Cheesy Helmet and Rent Boy's turn to set the trail, and boy did they come up with some good virgin bush bashing.

From the Mirimar it was up the beach, then a double back down the road to the Western Hotel, at which point things got tricky. A sharp left hand turn took us off road and off trail to follow a small stream up the hill through vines and thorns and god knows what else. It must have been at about this stage that scooter babe dropped the remote for the car - more on this later.
Eventually we emerged from the bush and onto the trail, only to head down to the reservoir, and then on into it. Fortunately it's pretty much dried up at the moment, but a few hashers did find some good mud to plan in, including Sergio who managed to loose a shoe entirely. Betty meanwhile was doing his CSI impressions and emerged from the reservoir carrying keys, credit cards and someones Macau ID.
At this stage Nasi Turd turns back as Scooter Babe appears to have gone missing. 
The hares then sent us back up the hill again to run around the hill and eventually come down at Helene Gardens and on home. Nasi Turd follows shortly after and he still cannot find Scooter Babe and is becoming a bit concerned. Therefore he sets off up the road to look for her in the bush at the start of the hash. Shortly afterwards Betty comes in and apparently Scooter Babe is over at the Western trying to find out how to replace the remote for the car alarm. On calling Nasi Turd to tell him this, he has already worked this out as he found it on the trail.
Definite down down material, and so it was that the circle started. The hares were duly punished, and we decided as Paula was leaving we should give her a hash name, and so it was we named her "Big Bad Bush". Meanwhile, keen eyes had spotted Grandad's new shoes so we hastily dragged him to christen them, complete with tea bag.
Down down's for Cheesy's return from Holiday and the virgin hasher Julian, not to mention for myself for not getting the T shirts organised. And so it continued until we ran out hash beer.
Hope to see you all this weekend, On On until then,
St Peter 

A man in a hot air balloon realised he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below.

He descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am".

The woman below replied, "You're in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You're between 40 and 41 degrees n orth latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude".

"You must be in IT," said the balloonist.

"I am", replied the woman, "How did you know?"

"Well", answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I've no idea what to make of your information and the fact is I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help at all. If anything, you've delayed my trip".

The woman below responded, "You must be in Management".

"I am", replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"

"Well", said the woma n, "you don't know where you are or where you're going.

You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise which you've no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my f***ing fault".


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