It had been wet, wet, wet and the paths were slippy up North of Sobangan and the Chicken brothers had had to move the runsite at the last minute making it difficult to find. Today we had 2 runs, a short run which was about 1.75 minutes long while the long was a tiring 2.4 minutes.. We went up a road, across to a river and a climb up a rock face with a rope and down another road. Shortcutters walked around a rice field.
Happy Independence Day.

Oh dear. Sanur is not a good place to set a run and this was reflected in a low turn out, many chose to stay away today. The hares were virgin hares and had worked hard taking us to some interesting places we had not been to before but unfortunately, at the end of the day, this is Sanur and with plenty of rubbish, fetid streams, a lot of bitumen, and a final crossing of the Septic River followed by 2 klms of concrete this was not the best run of the year.
Ballderdash got lost finding his way home on a motorbike and a posse was set up to search for two strays who ambled the long deep in conversation. Disco Wanker returned from the antipedes to announce the sale of very low cost early bird tickets for the 2012 Interhash in Borobudur (should be a good do). Get your tickets from Disco now.
The circle was held in good spirit with quite a few leavers (although the departure of Gordon Blue was missed) and a commercial promotion on on was held at the Orange Bar.

Now listen up you lot! Today we have two runs for you ...

Singapadu is not a particularly appealing site and one we have visited many times in recent months. But that didn't dampen the spirit and the hares had worked hard and found as good a run as you will find in this area.
It was a good attendance for a very special day as Bali HHH 2 celebrated our most celebrated member and the world's oldest active hasher.
A great run and an enthusiastic crowd lead into a memorable circle and the high standard of our runs in recent months was maintained. Happy Birthday Uncle Leong.

A site we have not used for a long, long time in good countryside. A very interesting run set by a virgin hare under the guidance of a member of the world famous Wankervitch family.
It is good to see people not wasting precious paper on the run but how come 95% of the pack went the wrong way round? Not the hare's fault of course.
A nautical member was named "Long Dong Silver" (he narrowly missed "Jolly Todger" and the more appropriate "Master Bates"). A regular slut was called a slut but she didn't like it so her name was changed - to "Dirty Slut".

We have grown quite familiar with the Pura Ukur Ukur site in the meantime, but i'm surprised by the beauty and variety of runs that can be set there.
The run was great. The Dutch were still in high spheres and the beer was cold. Hell, the French even provided for snacks. Not much French Haute Cuisine on that part though.
Instead of Uncle Leong's trumpet, our Hash Master practised the vulva, sorry I mean vuvuzela.
The run was set with French persicion: wet, slippery and hot. This is hashing as good as it gets: big hurray to the hares.

One senior hasher stated that this had to be
"one of the best runs ever set in Bali".
A stunning area for running andone we hardly ever visit. Bresela, 12 klms north of Ubud, is as good as it gets and the hares had done an excellent job giving us a well put together un, well laid paper and lots of checkbacks to keep the pack together.
A good crowd today and everyone ready to have a good day. A great circle, good food (yum yum), tee shirts, even St Tits had lost his voice, what more could anyone ask for.

It was wet, wet, wet in the canyon today as the two turnips took us up to our necks down a gorge. It's alright, we'll get you at playtime.
This is a well used and usually boring site but the hares did well and the canyon made it a memorable day out.
The playtime was in fine form and went on way after dark (don't some people have homes to go to?)
The Swedes for their efforts got named, Porn Again and The Dancing Queen. Slip It In and Slip It Out's offspring were called Slip Up and Slip Down.

The Kepala Desa's poverty relief fund requested money so they changed the site at the last minute. But that was only the start.........
There was little paper (the heavens were blamed for opening at the wrong time) and hounds were wandering all over the countryside in the pitch dark. It was very muddy, everyone got lost but a good time was had by all.
Congratulations to newly named "Bali Belly".

Early leavers left early leaving 2 hashers and a little dog to set off at 4:30. It was a good run but a long one. Lucky it didn't rain with a river crossing early in the run that made many soil their shorts. Worm's liking for bitumen (he was the son of a well known tarmacker you know and born in a tent with the smell of hot tar in his nostrils) was well demonstrated today.
Many were back to the circle in darkness but it didn't deter the the hardy souls from drinking and singing into the night. More names this week with Peter Eater, Arsehole for Short, Ballderdash and a few ohers being christened.

Gudang and his mate Horny Herring where on an envornmentally responsible "let's save paper" bent last week. A good run through good country but finding the paper was worse than trying to find a virgin in the On On bar. Talking of virgins we missed one on Saturday. Check her out here: http://myowntwofeet-robyn.blogspot.com/.
Not to worry we'll get her next time!

What a silly do. Lots of returners, visitors and virgins this week, there were more in the circle than out of it. It is perhaps as well with our hardworking Hash Master and RA stretching the boundaries so to speak. A good ice was had by all particularly the newly named Hard Screw. A nice run Chief Dude and all you Deputy Dudes, we only lost a few out on the trail but don't worry they'll soon compost down.

A very big event is coming up on March 19th 2011 - the 1,000th run of Bali HHH 2. The week before on March 12th will of course be the 999th run.

We've finally entered a new era of information technology: After sponsored photocopy's, email and website BHHH2 has entered the world of Facebook. And it's about time!
Click here or on the icon on the right and become a fan and be in the know!

About a month ago (run 941) Mr. Bean gave a textbook demonstration of proper shortcutting. "The trick" he says, "is in doing it unexpectedly and with true commitment". Mr. Bean was lining up for a gentle walk down the hill into a moderate gorge, when he suddenly decided to go for it. "Man did I feel on top of the world. I felt so confident, I thought I had wings!"
Bean tumbled down and left the rest of the pack in great admiration.
Welcome Back Mr. Bean! We're happy you made it!

It was bleedin' obvious that the 4 blokes in green and yellow singlets were the Australian Hare-Pack. Damn': we all wanted a shirt like that! Some shortcutting basterds even walked back half the track to make up for missing the T-shirt charity point: Losers!
The weather was warm and thankfully much of the trail was in open paddy! It was a long run and walk too, and we didn't get back until just before 5, right before the Sausages were warm.
Thanks mates! For a bloody nice Saturday of Hashing in Paradise!

Most hashers characterised this week as 'painful' due to muscle-ache.
Signage to last week's Hash was strategic and well thought through. Compliments Toiletbrush! But next time you set a run like this, we would like to ask you to put up no road signs at all...

The 'Hash House' was the mildly derogative nickname given (for its unimaginative, monotonous food) to the Selangor Club Chambers, by British Civil Servants who lived and dined there. Originally, the ground floor housed the main Selangor Club dining room, and between the two World Wars it became a social center of the times, used regularly for lunch time meals by the members who worked in the immediate vicinity.

The original members of the Motherhash included Cecil Lee, Frederick "Horse" Thomson, Ronald "Torch" Bennett, Albert Stephen (A.S.) Ignatius "G" Gispert and John Woodrow.
After meeting for some months, they were informed by the Registrar of Societies that as a "group," they would require a Constitution and an official name. A. S. Gispert suggested the name "Hash House Harriers" after the Selangor Club Annex, where the men were billeted, known as the "Hash House" for its notoriously monotonous food.
Hashing died out during World War II after the invasion of Malaya, but was re-started after the war by most of the original group, minus A. S. Gispert, who was killed in the Japanese invasion of Singapore.

The Hash originated in Malaysia in the 1930'ies when soldiers adapted the kids game Hares & Hounds -in which a hare creates a trail for a the hounds to follow- The soldiers made sure the trail ended at "the hash house-", that poured cold ones. Today, there are about 2.000 chapters worldwide, with hashing in Bali considered to be one of the supreme locations. (more next week).

... Our RA, Mr Eye, then took over proceedings. His first duty was to shrive the wayward hasher who deprived the farmer and half of Sayan of their evening meal.
He was sat on ice for his deeds and then given an appropriate name. It was a toss up between Curly Cabbage and White Golliwog. In the end he was named Wallywog and his brother was named Curly Cock.
As usual for halloween out came the prosthetics devices to enhance those who felt inadequate, all sorts of rubber appendages to cover ugly faces (and other extremities) with even uglier... read the trash

... that's when city employees found the mysterious white powder in random piles and strange shapes spread outside City Hall and across the downtown entertainment district.
Taking no chances, fire-rescue officials shut down City Hall and the public library and blocked a city block for 45 minutes while they tested the powder.... read the article

... a bit and then carried on downwards through bush into the cleft. as we reached the bottom we turned to the south but were soon in the shit with another starfish checkback.
We turned northwards and dropped down to the edge of a deep dark pool just as a party of rafters came down. Taking care not to fall in we skirted the pool then up to a bridge where we crossed the divide before heading north through mixed cuntry. We ran along the Labia Minora of Bali fighting our way through the bush... read the trash

...running along next to a Subak. In the middle of nowhere I came across an old crone washing naked in the subak. She waited until I was close then she stood up to display the full grandeur of her wrinkliness to me, she gave me a smile with a single tooth and outstretched her hand. “Uang” she said. I hoped she wouldn't ask for anything else and ran on.... read the trash

... At 4:30 we were off up the hill to the East and off to the South. From there on direction was soon lost. A cloudy day there was no sun to guide us and the run twisted and turned through an ever changing mix of country. We ran through wooded areas, fields of crops and every now and then we crossed roads...

...Then of course it was time to celebrate German Demolition Day, the day the wall came down and reunified the square headed bastards. We had lots of Germans today, they built a wall, then they knocked it down, then they had an election, Angela Merkel won and sat on the ice along with Hans and Fritz. read the trash

We were looking forward to a nice flat boring run on rice fields but no such luck this week. This bunch of hares had us up and down like a whoare's kecks, in and out of little valleys (I beg your pardon?), wading waist deep through rivers and towards the end we thought the site was “just round the next corner” for about an hour and a half!....

...The run had its share of comedians with Goes Up stepping up to his thigh in mud in a paddy field, Whitebait did a bit of underwater research in the river and Jack Shit was seen heading off in the distance going the wrong way and pretending he wasn't looking for a shortcut: A very good run hares, well done.... read the trash

Hares and hounds take to Bali’s hills

Whether high commissioner or hippie, Irish or Indonesian, characters and cultures are all as one in the global family that is Hash House Harriers.

On any Saturday you can find members of this family bounding up hill and down dale through the glades of English woodlands, the wild boar backblocks of Australia, the snowy slopes of the Himalayas and the terraced rice fields of Indonesia.

And they have been galloping these grounds since 1938... (click here to read the full article in the Jakarta-Post online)(here to open the PDF)

Many reasons can be cited for venturing to the idyllic island of Bali...the most common is the seductive nature of a magical culture that permeates local life and the sensual beauty and grace of Balinese women…. But the camaraderie I find within the Bali Hashbrings me back…3 times a week a diverse and congenial group slogs through visually-stunning landscapes before collapsing into a collective laugh during the most unique Hash Circles in the Hashing world…. Long Live the Bali Hash…On On…!!!

GOALS OF THE HASH

July 23th, 2008 | By:BALI HASH HOUSE HARRIERS 2

From the 1938 charter of the Kuala Lumpur Hash House Harriers
* To promote physical fitness among our members
* To get rid of weekend hangovers
* To acquire a good thirst and to satisfy it in beer
* To persuade the older members that they are not as old as they feel

Goals Of The Hash:

From the 1938 charter of the Kuala Lumpur Hash House Harriers:

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To promote physical fitness among our members

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To get rid of weekend hangovers

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To acquire a good thirst and to satisfy it in beer

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To persuade the older members that they are not as old as they feel