Venue: Hopewell Plantation, St. Thomas
Date: July 16, 2005
Hares: Taxi Ted, Mike (Baron Tongas) & Melanie
Scribe: Steve Parker
Ok, sure set a hash near to my last hash, is this island not big enough or what?
Well it was a beautiful location, good weather and ample parking for the crowd of hashers and fans. Passengers were slightly apprehensive given the booze was arriving late and hoping for a short run that the pints would not be able to chill in advance of the return of the troops, that is many were seeking a short run.
Following our pre-flight brief briefing we took to the north in what soon became a long slow steady climb up for the first half of the hash that leveled off above a race track with beautiful views from the containers in the midst of a field. No doubt the race track spurred on the plateaued climbers to what should be hopefully downhill from there.
It soon became apparent in the grueling heat that the cabin staff, as customarily expected on flights nowadays, were non-existent providing no inflight beverages, even water stop. Fortunately cruising thru a development that has frequently confounded the hash in the past we found a fueling stop with warm water.
The continued wonderful sights of St. Thomas and views down the valley into Bridgetown were sometimes cloudy as I wondered about some fuel being dumped as often some gaseous smells in front. Just goes to show one should be a FRB and take a seat at the front.
On a positive note, besides the lovely flora and terrain, there were views of some exceptionally fit ladies strutting the aisles, and while some may have hoped they'd show more of their wares it was quite motivating to the runners and walkers to pick up the speed to enjoy the views.
A good number of checks were easily found but main pack still was close enough together with the back check easily enough guessed by the able Chris “Tall Man” Peachment.
All in all, lovely flight, great views, nice ups and downs, none too demanding yet was a warm one. Glad we all got back in just over an hour for those souls who could not wait to get off board to light up a cig and celebrate their exercise.
