VENUE: Westmoreland, St. James
DATE: 21 January, 2006
HARES: Ian Putley & David Smith
SCRIBE: Andrew Brathwaite
David Smith called us all to order to let us know that he only helped to set this run so any complaints should be directed at Putters and not him! The On was called and off we went, as luck would have it, down hill to the main road where we met the first check. This had us tied up for quite some time as hashers went off in all directions, left, right, on to the beach, back up the hill to check for a back check. Roberto "Samba Jamma" was offering his cellular phone to anyone brave enough to face a down down by calling the Hares for help. The On was eventually found through a gap which led into a field where all hashers trod gingerly, on the look out for all this cow itch we'd been promised. When not looking at the ground the salubrious scenery included horses and stables and many, many dunks trees. These of course were attacked by hashers as if a plague of locusts had swarmed through them. David Leacock being the lead locust who got a justly awarded down down for his hoggishness!
From here we went uphill and into a village where many friendly children called out to us with there "Good afternoons" and "Hello, never having seen the likes of us before". From here we continued to the highway which we crossed and went up towards Orange Hill, through another village where we came to a playing field and pavilion and on to more pasture where some more weary eyes were on the lookout for cow itch. And where were all the gullies we'd been promised??
Back down to the highway and across to Lancaster Plantation where lovely views of the west coast could be seen. The well kept grounds of the plantation were a joy to run through whilst barking dogs alerted their owners of our presence. Down through the Royal Westmoreland golf course we tried not to put the golfers off their putting strokes. The weather had been kind to us as the rain stayed clear off us during the run and in fact it was very pleasant running in the cool, overcast conditions. Has Putters gone soft? Even the On In was down hill where many a good hasher was heard encouraging companions to keep running as we were nearly home. A lovely down hill on in to the nice cold beers awaiting us at the bar.
To the down downs. Well they have to go down in the history of the hash as being the wettest and muddiest. Full Monty could been seen thoroughly enjoying himself by making his miscreants kneel in two inches of mud, and if that wasn't bad enough, or deep enough, on occasion he jumped down off the back of the pick up and splashed his wayward subjects from head to knee with more mud!
And what happened during the down downs? Yes, the heavens opened to torrential rain. Half the hash abandoned immediately but for those who stood and brave the torrents some good laughs were to be had. It was a sight to see all those left huddling together with brollies overlapping to keep out the rain. Even the BBQ was kept alight, being shielded by a large metal plate found close by. Dr. Dish managed to roast a breadfruit and generously shared it with virgins who had never tasted its likes before. Lastly I take my hat off to those hardened hashers who braved the rains until around 6:30pm. as the water started to rise around our feet, and still managed to drink five cases of beer.
On On to the next one!
