Run #52 The Children’s Day Run – Rehashed

There’s a lot to be said for husband and wife run setting teams. It allows the natural order of things in the union to be supplanted by something far more important, the trail. Submerged by the responsibility to the hash, normal subjects such as career, home, mothers-in-law, territorial lapses and childbirth take their proper place in the scheme of things. By observation, scribe has noted a seeming majority of failed unions in the midst of hash and subscribes to the theory that it’s joint trail setting at the bottom of it all. After all how could one seriously debate the choice of schools for offspring when there are vastly greater issues at hand, like the venue for next weeks run. But all that mumbo was not on the mind of Bangers and Yeti as they indicated to the pack the direction of the trail as it led out of Hangzhou’s salute to a distant (but failed) civilization, the Forum. Even if the quality of the trail was not going to hold the pack up, there was no doubt that the cunningly obscured blue arrows would do the job. With Cartoon Porn once again pushing from the front, away the pack went, a proper run with some serious looking runners, including even the normally relaxed style of Skidmarks. Along the lakes edge, up and across gardens, by-ways and many cornered bridges for good luck or bad luck, drink more hot water, and false trails to burn. A nice little variation saw Battery Operated calling a meeting in the bush conference room while Pains and S & M shortcutted around the back. Around LeiFeng Pagoda, trail a bit mystifying here, leaving S & M and Skid at the back of the pack on their lonesome and the pack proper vanished. The trails turned the pack around often, yes, it was intentional, and soon crossed the Su Di for another of those endless circuits through Hangzhou’s many answers to Hyde Park. At the end of that pictureskew labyrinth of paths, it was back on Nanshan Rd for a fast run back to the start, all stretching out including Creature Comforts for the run in. The circle saw Bubble Butt named, with Battery Operated taking the lead in the merging of random sights with random thoughts to come up with that name. At least Bubble Butt could see the amount of thought and attention applied to her name, about 5 seconds worth. As proved to date, a hasher either is named appropriately or lives up to the name, so where this leads for Bubble Butt one could but surmise. After a few beers and cast aspersions, the pack minus 7 Up adjourned to the Indian Kitchen. It’s hard to get used to the Indian restaurant concept after Chinese restaurants; scribe needs lessons, especially in the Indian beer mark up policy, cost plus 1000%. Strange, it didn’t make them taste any better. Then Yeti dropped dropped a few over to meet Doggie at the Maya (surprise) after which a late night was enjoyed followed by a morning that was not.