Run like hell, drink like fish!
Sunday 24th February @ 15:00
Hares Acronymph and Phone Box
Liuhe Pagoda, (Six harmony Pagoda on Zhijiang Rd, alongside the Qiantang River) – Take K4, K808, K280, K519, K504, Y5, 308, K291 buses. The Y5 goes down Shuguang Rd and then Nanshan Rd, so that’s easy to catch.
Sunday 17th of February @ 15:00 – Hare DoggieStyle
Longjing Mountain Park / 龙井山园 / Lóngj
Sunday 3rd February 16.00 & Sunday 10th February
For the next 2 weeks of the Chinese New Year break, it’ll be a default run from the Maya at 16.00, rather than the usual 15.00 (never start at 15.00 anyway). There will be no hare, rather it will be a consensus run either lakeside or over the mountain. Otherwise the format will be the same.
Hares – Bottom Feeder and Pelagic
Hashers – Pushup(bra), Phone(sex)box, Sevenup
The following is a true record of the events as recorded by Sevenup the scribe for this week’s most simple run in HZH3’s history. Man, where should I start? I thought this was going to be easy, but I am not sure I’ll be able to truly convey this Sunday’s sequence of events. Let’s get right to it.
It was a frigid winter afternoon, the rain-drops fell down from a murky sky covering the wintery landscape. The attendance was low, only three hard-core lunatics gathered at Paradise to do some running in sub-human temperature. The pack was off and headed straight to Hubin Lu.
Down the street we run, it was an amazing feeling to be able to view the winter-westlake and run at the same time during the daytime. The trees have already prepared for the wretched winter months: branches were stark bare, their leaves stripped off in the fall; their beauty gone. Cars rushed by in a sea of endless white swirls of cold moisture, eager to arrive at any place warmer, and the cold reached to the bone and chilled throughout the body.
We warmed up rapidly, running along Hubin Road, Baidi, Sudi, Nanshan Road and then back to Paradise, very simple trail, not a single check fooled us on the way, but still it was a long way, though we always had breath to talk about various subjects on the way, especially Pushupbra kept telling us about last week’s Meijiawu gorgeous running and the breast grasping fantasy during the driver licence test(haha).
Passerbys were all busy holding onto their woollen scarfs, though it mattered little for the rain brought the cold, and the cold finally reached to the very marrow of everybody. When facing those three lunatics, either they just give you a strange look, or would say something like “look at those stupid foreigners, what they are thinking?” (Kindly warning to Chinese hashers: whenever you behave crazy, I mean not so Chinese style, stay with foreigners, haha), and of course we also got numerous encouragements at the same time.
As we hit the end of the trail, we were all soaked, shirts sticking onto your body, feet swimming inside shoes, hands extremely cold, only heart was still warm. And that’s the end of today’s hash, no circle, and of course no down-downs either, sitting down at paradise for some rest, and took cabs to Indian Kitchen for dinner.
By the way, it’s my honour to write the hash trash for Bottom Feeder and Pelagic’s running again
Sunday 27th of January @ 15:00
Maya Bar / 玛雅酒
Last Sunday’s run was at Paradise, we hope you enjoyed it. Due to an EBKAC problem with the website, this hasn’t gone up until now.
For posterity:
Sunday 20th January – 15.00 – The Paradise – Hares Pelagic and Bottom Feeder
Once again the holiday period has taken its toll on the frequency of updates to this site. Here for posterity are the details of LAST Sunday’s run. Anyone writing run reports for the last 3 runs?
Sunday 7 January 2008 @ 15:00
Venue: Eleven bar, north of the intersection between Wen Yi rd and Baochu North rd.
Hare: Miki (hey miki ! you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind hey miki!)
Miki owns the bar. It is called ‘Eleven’ and the irony is not lost on me as it is on #13 Xixi Hexia rd.
For our first run of 2008, he promises there will be ‘fresh joy’ alongside unlimited down-downs and spicy food after that. Bad news or those who’ve made a new year resolution to drink less. Minnie mouse might also make a guest appearance.
Buses: Sheng Wei Dang Xiao Stop is the nearer of the 2. When you get off, walk west to the intersection with Baochu North road, turn right (north) and you should arrive at Eleven hopefully!
On Wenyi Rd
Ok, problems with the website meant this is wasn’t up in time. Here, for posterity though are the details for LAST Sunday’s run.
Run#31 – Sunday 30th December 15.00 – Maya Bar.
Hares: Seven-up and Tonsil Hockey will be fizzing things up at the MAYA BAR. If you still don’t know where it is by now, you should be tied up to a urinal and left there to fester and rot.
Its the last hash run for 2007 so make sure you turn up!
Sunday 21st of October @ 15:00 – NOTE NEW WINTER TIME!
Lingyin Temple /
It took a little bit of negotiation but eventually the taxi driver accepted that I really wanted to go to the junction of
After about 20 minutes of pulling (literally) ourselves up the side of a mountain through thick thorny undergrowth we finally emerged in a clearing at the top and a much needed regroup. Providing the opportunity for all to count and compare cuts from thorn bushes, mosquito bites, etc and for BottomFeeder to marvel once again at how easy it was to pull phonebox [up the hill].
On-up and we emerged quickly onto a proper path, which allowed for the first bit of actual running more or less since we set off. The situation quickly deteriorated though as Pushupbra’s infallible stair detector appears to have kicked and we went up stairs, stairs and more stairs. Eventually arriving at a pagoda at the top of a hill. Phonebox’s gender-defying navigational skills were once more in evidence as she was able to point out that we’d been here before, with Quasimodo and son. Another regroup was enjoyed and the collective wit of the pack was able to achieve a photo on a timer so all 5 of us could be in it.
On-on along the ridge with some interesting discussion of geology and we emerged at the viewing platform on South peak. Pelagic and BottomFeeder spent the time engaged in some bizarre experiment where they proved that Pelagic can indeed kick BottomFeeder in the head, in case you ever needed to know. The rest of us enjoyed the view, discussing how pretty it was watching the sun descend beneath the mountains the other side of Meijiawu. Strangely it didn’t occur to anyone to worry that we were watching the sun set.
On-on down the other side of the mountain and the light situation becomes apparent or rather the path was becoming less apparent, due to the worsening light situation. The pack enjoyed a fairly obvious check back into some caves where BottomFeeder was able to discover a truly horrible smell.
On-on down again in rapidly worsening light conditions until we arrive at a fairly large collection of tombs, this was the point where, ominously, the last slivers of daylight disappeared. We were 5 brave hashers, over an hour into an hour long run, now standing in total darkness, in a graveyard, looking for trail marks that would lead us to safety. The cries of on-on (largely unnecessary to this point with such a small pack) rallied as much to buoy spirits as to act as navigational aid.
Yours truly and ExitStrategy (how fitting) blazed the trail down and on to the road and managed to come out 150 metres further up the road than the right trail. Eventually finding BF, P and PB who had actually managed to stay on chalk.
Expecting the usual 1k run-in the pack set off at a canter through an odd village, consisting only of restaurants, that I can’t find on a map. Maybe a hungry pack dreamt it? Out of the village and into a choking 1.2 kilometres of tunnel where PhoneBox led a procession of 5 weary runners, a dozen professional looking cyclists and 30 construction workers on ebikes down the narrow path. The hares had helpfully marked the trail all the way through the tunnel thus preventing the pack from making a wrong turning into … where exactly?
Emerging into the suddenly amazingly clear
During the down-downs we named, and wished farewell to ExitStrategy. Phonebox reasserted her right to be called the hash name she was given. Acro and Pushupbra pushed the buck back and forward to the point where no one cared anymore. BottomFeeder found new lows in dinner / circle conversation – all in the name of learning the language of course.
How many more times more will we able to enjoy diner outside before the winter kicks in I wonder?
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