Run: #2246 – OH NO, NOT RICE AGAIN?!!!

Date: Monday 5/6/23
Location: Coolum
Hares: Combined Sunshine Coast Hash

As we were heading south of Noosa to the outer suburbs, we thought, what bloody idiots would go out in this weather? A deluge of condensation of atmospheric water vapor that falls from the sky, due to gravitational pull, rain I mean! ???? When we gathered at the start, the ‘fair weather’ hashers were noted by their absence – wankers! The ‘die hards’ of approximately 19, supported our joint venture with Sunshine Coast H3, who numbered around 22’ish. Luckily Wonky had cunningly slipped the rugby club bosses a $50 note, so we could use their covered area and we needed it. Wrong Way was our hare for the night and preceded to inform, everyone of the great trail he’d set, including a drink stop too.

Needless to say, there was no real trail, or marks but the throng set off regardless. Into the darkness they meandered across the footy fields, to the amusement of the juniors training. That look of bewilderment on their young faces, as this long line of old farts with torches and umbrellas, chatting away, some calling and some just ambling, into the bush behind the footy fields. They must’ve thought they let out the whole retirement village on a night excursion. We followed everyone else in front of us like lambs to the slaughter! There was a lot of toing and froing in the park when Weak As saw the ‘On Home’ trail and turned back. The whole group was then divided with some going left, right, across the road and some just stationary! Eventually the group crossed back over the busy road and headed towards the drink stop. It was only then, we actually saw arrows that were pointing in the opposite direction to the drink stop! After the drink stop, we saw the actual marked trail but we were following it backwards which was much easier to see than going the right direction! It was a rather quick little run, as hashers were soon back, coming in from all directions. Some apparently totally misread Wonky’s instructions and did the run backwards but still managed to return with the rest. All Fours managed a 3.5km stroll while Slurps registered 4.2km – she must have shorter legs?

Amazingly, by the time everyone returned the precipitation had stopped and a glorious night was upon us, for how long anybody’s guess. Nibbles were organised by Hoarder & Tailend, to satisfy the mob and accompany their imbibe. We all settled in for a moment of reflection, on the run and catch up with old mates, before Licker announced the first of three courses of our sumptuous feast was ready. A heartening chickpea curry soup prepared by Licorice Nipples was served and it was a very tasty. That followed, by a chicken or lamb curry on a bed of rice – yummy! Listening to all the mutterings around, it was very well received and we felt spoilt. “But wait there’s more”, Licker served up a caramel dumpling dessert with custard. These Harriettes should be applauded for their sumptuous feast they conjured up tonight.

The circle was called by Licker and the officiating began, with a combination of Weak As, All Fours and Licker presiding. Weak As, in his element ran a well conducted Sunny Coast circle, only pausing when Licker interjected with disdain! Wonky got a well deserved down, for a magnificent trail, set in trying conditions. The ‘three amigos’ got a down for the nosh and nibblies. Other down downs were for a selection of Sunshine Coast Hashers like Sir Kimby, Pontious and a few more to mention if we could remember their names or why they were charged! All Fours finally took over, tried to get some semblance of order but gave in and cracked a few jokes re. her Asian heritage. Something about “OH NO, NOT RICE AGAIN!!” and why Asians have slanty eyes. Eventually, even Weak As ran out of puff and the circle was concluded. In the blink of an eye, everyone was gone, rushing home to see ‘Farmer wants a Wife’.

In conclusion, a top night considering the weather. I didn’t do the run obviously, due to the red wine shortage or should I say ‘bloody’ GM locked it in her car, so I had to go to Dan Murphy’s instead!

On On

Ma’ Dog