#5 The Return to Maya Rehashed

The usual straggle of hashers found their way to the Maya using Polynesian time pieces. John returned after a 3 week absence, and soon covered himself in glory by losing the trail after just 300 metres. The rest of the pack swore blindly that they spent 20 minutes searching Shuguang for wayward John, but even Pierot would have had difficulty with the conflicting evidence. Meanwhile it looked like the running group would soon lose touch with the walking group but courtesy of the usual blunders such as the above, the groups stayed together. Co-hare Little Drunken Apple soon picked up the trail laying technique with flour and chalk being sprayed around with random enthusiasm on all surfaces horizontal and vertical, trees, dozing picnickers and focussed card players. Now the objective of the hares was to keep the pack out for at least an hour, but never to take them further than 1 click from the start. Thus the trail went east and into the bush, then went south-west until about back to the Maya, but about 200m behind, then south-east to the ridge, then north-east to the summit of Xixia Hill and then east on the little travelled ridge along to the Tea House, and then back on the south side of the ridge south west until Beishan was attained, hence Shuguang and back to the Maya. There was an obvious regroup at the obvious lookout over the Su causeway; the view one of the luxuries of hashing in Hangzhou. New runners were Lee, Dad Geoff, Ross and Laura the linguist, all firmly attached to the running group with more than the usual care by BF.

Grandmaster Pete was finally named, preceded by a dissertation on the difficulties of procreation in the UK without a generous dollop of alcohol. In the case of Novocastrians it means Newcastle Brown, alias the dog, hence the GM being christened Doggie Style; his only comment was that his mother would be proud, lending weight to the argument. Phone Box went out of her way to remain disconnected for the circle. Otherwise the fluidity of accusations and counter accusations in the circle was strangely constricted, given certain unusual circumstances that reined in BFs normal verbal extravagances. Some time later rain forced the crowd inside to the much gloomier bar, where BF was seen on the phone berating Acronymph for her no-show, she having the last laugh by that phone then being lost. BF also left behind the drinks trough while scribe left behind the down down mugs, both elements collected by DS acting as sweeper.