Run #63 – The Secret Venue Run Rehashed

Hares: Shagger and Creature

Just south of HeFang St is a recreation of an arch from one of the old city walls which were all removed in the late 19th century in the name, presumably, of progress. Shame really, but the HZ fathers have since been kind enough to re-build one of the towers, the landmark from where Shagger and Creature set this day’s trail. The pack began to congregate, Bestiality first, then the Anglo Slovak accord, the hares Shagger and virgin hare Creature, 7Up, the cyclists Torvill and Xuda on a very sparkling new pink number, Acronymph, the Cunning Linguist, virgin Alice, Oscar and then cyclist Hentai who was calling in for directions when he was accidentally seen cycling past and hailed to a halt. Surprisingly the hash icon of on-time, Phone Box, was late, but unsurprisingly, Deep Throat, in a final release from Olympic duties, also called in late but alas too late to make the start. There was the usual concern of the hares; was it too long, was it too short, enough marks, too many etc etc, but experience will out, the more you set, the more it all makes sense.

The trail set off along ZhongHe Rd, past a mixture of buildings and shop houses, all of which were being given the magic Marco Polo treatment with the addition of doors and window treatments; quite charismatic. Then the trail turned west and began the ascent of the wooded hill which turned into being a labyrinth of paths, lookouts, paved areas, constructions, memorials, tombs, picnic areas, public buildings (somebody please explain what all these public buildings are used for). The sculptures near the war memorial were most impressive, not the brass reliefs but the stone jobs. There were innumerable checks and CBs, FTs and the like, none of which was very obvious because the trail could have been heading anywhere. By clever trail laying the front runners were often turned into back markers, and the trail, either chalk or flour was always quickly located when lost. When arriving back at the start Oscar was shocked to find that the run had concluded in just 40 minutes, he still remembering the 7Up trail to Tianma Hill.

Shagger’s cold beers hit the mark, and it was a biggish circle who saw the punishment of various offenders, the most numerous being those who were noted using hashers other names. Virgin Alice was given a down down, and followed it up with a new shoes violation, neither of which were slow to go down; been in the UK too long. There were actually 3 namings on the day, one of which was the Cunning Linguist finally discovering the similarity of her name to cunnilingus, the meaning of which was beyond the powers of scribe’s description, at that moment. It was an obvious extrapolation then that fellow Pole Oscar was christened Fellatio, which required no particular effort to describe. Xuda’s new bike was worthy of comment, not many hot pink ones were sold that day, so Barby Xuda now is. Shagger had in mind a particularly popular little restaurant around the corner, and it was lucky there were only 12 at the table for the whole group would have ended up dining one floor below, such was the state of the floor. After that top meal, the remnants headed for the House of Pain to watch the rest of the closing ceremony (and the F1 -ed). Full marks to the hares, good run, good on on

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