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 hahsers characterized this week as 'painful' due to muscle-ace.
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