Well, turns out I made the right call in deciding NOT to do the Hare’s trail at yesterday’s Hash. My group did a hike of similar length but reached our On-Home destination almost an hour earlier than most and a couple of hours before the last of the Hashers arrived. There seemed to be a consensus that both the climb and the downhill were extreme. Granted, some folks like that kind of challenge. I am not among them.
During the after-party at BarCelona, Guenter chided me for not having attempted his trail. I shrugged it off saying I’m a free man and I go where I please. Another Hasher who did the trail chimed in and said it was not an appropriate trail for someone as notoriously slow as I am. Thanks, I think.
The yellow line is the trail as set by the Hares. The green line is the faux trail my group did. Our trails did join together for the last half kilometer though. You can probably discern the difference in our climbs, both in elevation and duration, from this photo.My group left from Alta Vista…On-On!And onward.Are you ready for this climb?Let’s do it!Our climb was easier but still plenty challenging…Well, lookee here, we’ve found the trail laid by the Hares…Good job, Hashers! Our On-Home was at Derelick’s house on Rizal Extension. He’s in poor health and wasn’t able to join us. I went inside and said hello and he really didn’t look good. Get well soon!Paying the piper…The Hares, Vienna Sausage and Fuck A Duck, on ice. Right where they belong!The initiation ritual for two virgin Hashers…Leech My Nuggets helps his girl, Leech My Pussy, celebrate 69 Hash runs…Oh, Peniscolada is having a birthday? Ain’t that sweet?Looks like the Gash gals want to make her a cake!And so they did.Captain Prickhard got the Hashit…
Once the Hash circle activities were completed I made my way to Sit-n-Bull for some nourishment.
The French dip sandwich hit the spot…
Then it was up to the rooftop of BarCelona for an after-Hash party.
A lot of Hashers had gone across the street to Cheap Charlies. They soon saw the error of their ways and joined us.Watching the sunset behind the now-defunct Central Park Reef hotel. What a waste!This post is NOT fake. It’s from the real trail. So there!
And that’s the way it all went down.
3 thoughts on “Faux you!”
Still can’t get over those hilarious Hash names. Looks to have been a good time for everyone, including the Hash virgins.
Oh, yeah: I assume your blog post’s title is meant to be pronounced “Foe, you!” since faux—in both English and French— is pronounced the French way, i.e., “foh.” (Not the same as the Vietnamese “pho” which, as you know, is pronounced “fuh,” as if you were partway through a particularly pungent swear word.)
Yeah, the names are a hoot. I think sometimes we go too far although there is a way to request a re-naming. It usually ends badly though with an even worse name. Most people just suck it up and go by the initials if they really hate it. A couple of people have actually quit the Hash because they hated their name. The Hash, and especially our Kennel, is not for the thin-skinned!
Yeah, I was actually going for the double entendre with faux. Not so much that it sounds like fuck but that it was my fake trail with an in your face attitude.
Still can’t get over those hilarious Hash names. Looks to have been a good time for everyone, including the Hash virgins.
Oh, yeah: I assume your blog post’s title is meant to be pronounced “Foe, you!” since faux—in both English and French— is pronounced the French way, i.e., “foh.” (Not the same as the Vietnamese “pho” which, as you know, is pronounced “fuh,” as if you were partway through a particularly pungent swear word.)
Yeah, the names are a hoot. I think sometimes we go too far although there is a way to request a re-naming. It usually ends badly though with an even worse name. Most people just suck it up and go by the initials if they really hate it. A couple of people have actually quit the Hash because they hated their name. The Hash, and especially our Kennel, is not for the thin-skinned!
Yeah, I was actually going for the double entendre with faux. Not so much that it sounds like fuck but that it was my fake trail with an in your face attitude.