Commentary on last Sunday’s run must indeed start some three days earlier when On Sec got the venue, which was Hangzhou Zoo by chance. After knowing the coincidence, Torvill re-located the venue to Xinyi fang just one hour before his 29th birthday celebration at Shanhe teppanyaki. When scribe arrived Sunday evening at Xinyi fang, Torvill was wearing an apron with a stuffed penis given by virgin hasher Luke as a birthday gift. Apparently, he was excited to find the fake pubic hair attached up the penis. Turnout included Pushup, 7Up, Hentai(

Hares: Acronymph and Phone box

Two virgin hashers, one pair of new shoes and new venue was this Sunday’s run. Good thought, Phone box, who carried a Coke bottle packed with hash flour and came back with natural colour looking hands, and one thing has to be mentioned here is, the Coke bottle was packed with millet, which could be the substitution of flour in rainy or snowy days. Poor Shagger arrived with pain suffered from wisdom tooth extracted out this early morning. And after last week’s lovely Alice, Hentai brought one new handsome male hasher, whose name was Wang Zhennan. Others were Sevenup, Pushup, Slowsucker ( a visitor from Berkshire), Tao, Bestiality, David, and Creature Comfort. The trail set off along Hupao road, after passing the first check just on the other side of the road, and the very obvious second check at one road junction, the trail turned to Manjuelong road. When running between a mixture of buildings and shop houses, one illusion jumped into scribe’s mind, seems scribe’s virgin hare run started from here, but the disappeared shop which Pushup bought his lunch peanuts finally confirmed scribe’s poor navigation ability again. One left turning, and began the ascent of a tea field, which then followed by the wooded hill without any checks or CBs. An unofficial RG was called, two later runners, Bestiality caught up through a bush shortcut according to the voice direction, while Creature failed and came back along the proper trail. Then on on up, soon reaching a stone path, and then the  pack re-gathered at a pavilion on the top of the mountain. There, Alice couldn’t help herself to touch a poor hungry three-leg white cat, while Hentai surprised everyone by emptying the trash can trying to feed the poor thing. The trail down was uneventful, with one RG effectively re-gathering the whole pack. We descended through the Hupao spring, which become known as the best water for Longjin tea, and then came out at Hupao road. Unprecedented cold water quenched most of our thirst except those who grabbed frozen bottle, and Skidmarks joined us before the circle, cleverly avoiding mountain climbing again. Virgin Tao was given a down down, and followed it up with a new shoes violation. Shagger couldn’t make the run because of doctor’s orders, and no beer either. The reason we figured out later was all due to sheep chasing motivation. The most numerous offenders were always being those who called hashers other names. Luckily or maybe unluckily, we were the only guests at the restaurant we chose, though experienced Acro still organised enough food out of dish limited menu for all those hungry hashers. I simply do not believe any bars will exist inside this lonely dark mountain area, but the new 7bar do sit at the end of a long gloomy path near Nanyu Hotel, where the bar owner and two of his friends were the only customers before we arrived. It was a surprise to find a sexy city bar stuck here in the side of mountain. The pack generally agreed that the trail was well set, despite lack of checks in beautiful country with fantastic views.

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

Hares: Sloephuck and DoggieStyle

Commentary on last Sunday’s run must indeed start some seventeen hours earlier when 20 odd, very odd in fact, runners assembled at Maya for Doggie Styles Midnight Run to aid the Library Project. The sponsors need space here, SSS, Maya Bar and chrisrenney.com, because the end result was that all the funds collected went direct to the charity. Showing up for a run at a bar at 12.00pm is not cool, especially when the temperature was 30+. Now this was not a normal 10.0km training run, this was a race, and the pack quickly saw Luo, Bear and Stefan disappear in front up Shuguang Rd. One of the high points of the run was a come from behind effort by Hentai to tidy up the leaders and return home with the gold, with Luo and Stefan in 2 and 3, while Tim from Maya did a great job handing out the water at the start of the SuDi without however advising that was a turn here, resulting in Xuda continuing on Nanshan Rd until he saw a taxi as the only viable alternative to running into oblivion. Also mention to marshals Lucy, Franz and Dan. The female medals were keenly fought over, 3 medals into 4 girls didn’t seem quite fair, but 1st went to Showphuk, silver to Acro and the bronze to Yoga. The rest of the morning was spent as if it was a Tuesday night, which meant a 4.00pm bedtime and a suspect Sunday, which is now finally where we start at the flower nursery. Oh yes, the pack will believe anything; including rumours of a short run after the previously described event.

Turnout included new runner Xuda, David for his second run, Torvill, Shagger, Phone Box, Pawn Star and her non-running friend Rainy, Hentai and scribe. Pretty miserable turnout for such a great spot, the flower nursery!

So to the trail; off through the endless vistas of this park usually empty of humanity but filled with the works of man. After squeezing every little bit out of the labyrinth of paths and trails the hares directed the pack out the back and further on to another more spacious and even more impressive scenic area where the usual continued to occur, good long FTs and CBs keeping the pack well together. And Slowphuk managed this well, the checks were not obvious and the pack was often reversed much to Pawnstar’s relief.

By the way, Pawnstar is back in HK for a while, so keep up the kms down there, until we see you back sometime soon. Wow, it was warm, and when the trail finally emptied the pack into Yanggong Di one was excused of thinking, “not far now”. OK, so the trail crossed the road, might be a safety issue, do the right thing, cross with the rest, yes then take a path rather than the road side, it’ll be OK, a scenic finish back to the nursery, but would you have guessed it, straight to the SuDi. Phone Box was sure that such a deviation could only mean that the trail,was finishing at 30+, but it was not to be. Rather it was a slog back to the nursery for a 90 minute outing.

The circle was a bit quiet to be sure, the 40 degree beer certainly was an unusual touch by the hares, but at least it sanitised the new shoe that Xuda unfortunately wore on his first run. The pack retired to 30+ where Menage joined and the hares arranged hamburgers and chips from around the corner.

On the subject of the Menage, she is off to Guangzhou sometime soon; what the hell is happening here? The hash is always a mobile crowd, so maintaining membership growth means that when one goes, two must come, if you know what I mean. So to summarise the run; HZ is a run setting paradise, well demonstrated by the hares.

The usual difficulty in following direction to run starts was compounded this week by the co-incidence of the hare and the newsletter editor being one and the same. As a result one was forced to catch a bus with no clear idea where to get off except for some Chinese script purporting to be the name of a bus stop.

Some later told me that they had carefully copied down the Chinese characters and tried to match them against bus information in order to identify the correct location, but to no avail. Later it appeared that the characters in question stood for “take care of your belongings”, well done Pushupbra. Anyway, it wasn’t so bad because I noted a couple of lost individuals hanging around a busy intersection and it turned out to be the hash.

Great spot for the start of a run, but at least 7up was there to assure us that all was well and her joint hare was out putting some finishing touches to what she described as the run of the year. That’s always something of a concern when one hare fails to make it back.

Anyway the pack of Bestiality, who said that he’s seen the other hare only just heading out, and Phone Box, who also reported seeing the hare just starting the run, Hentai, Cunning Linguist, Torvill and Dean, Oscar, Doggie Style and .
The appointed time came and went as usual, how about some on-time starts before it gets too dark, and soon the pack found itself on trail through a resort  and then along a lakeside path and the longest stepping stone crossing so far on a run. Shortly the trail went around some houses with more than the usual quota of dogs, and a well situated circle check which didn’t fool too many.

The next section involved making a path through the virgin bush, and Doggie definitely took a back position at this point, hoping that any boar traps would be sprung by the leader Hentai. This absent path soon turned into a proper path, which then became some kind of competition venue with Decathlon tape marking the turns. Hentai was suckered into a CB or FT shortly after, and the real trail was found to start to climb. And climb it did, soon reaching a stone path and then along and up, then down a bit then up, then along a bit then up, then up, then up, then up until Cunning Linguist was incapable of any word not starting with f. Along the way the pack re-gathered to check out some perfect views, problem was where the hell were we? Doggie had some ideas, Phone Box was perplexed and Torvill had absolutely no idea.

Finally the path halted at a spectacular cliff top view point which enabled Doggie to be absolutely sure that we were not on Southern Peak, because it was in front of us. The trail down was uneventful, and the pack started to break up, the few FTs and CBs not being that effective. We descended through the bush on a rough track from which we broke free into a tea village for a bit, then tea fields, then another village where we came out unexpectedly at the 50th Run restaurant, closed for repairs ever since, and so to the start, but not actually the start because the hares had transferred the packs possessions to a lakeside park.

This scenic spot was perfect for the cold Cheerday on offer, and it was drunk so fast there was none left for down downs. Then it was quickly into the restaurant next door where the pack was joined by Skidmarks, cleverly avoiding this little mountain climb on a 37 degree day.  Phonebox’s ordering again hit the spot and it was a tired but relaxed crew who finally made it to Maya for a couple of re-hydrators.

Turnout – Hentai, Ménage à trios, Sheep Shagger, Torvill & Tean and Pushup

Doggie last set a run here in October 2007 when he came to a grinding halt with foot in boar trap, which incidentally was also Hentai’s first run, giving him an unusual perspective on the pleasures of hashing. You may study the boar trap in the Maya, so scribe was hoping for a repeat episode so that a second trap might join the collection. The afternoon storms left the roads less than perfect for chalk but the pack found the flour on the roads very easily so Doggie’s concerns of the pack becoming lost in the Lingyin backstreets was unfounded. Last time Doggie found a great gully up a creek bed and then switched to a game trail where the fondly remembered event occurred. His hesitation in repeating this trail was evident as the trail went back to Linyin Rd before ripping off into some minor back lanes at the back of the botanical gardens.

The pack survived any number of CBs and FTs all of which caught the pack. They were of a good length. Future hares, keep the CBs and FTs longer, and consistently longer to make the front runners search further and longer to allow the back markers to catch up.  MAT was saved from rabid dogs on a number of occasions as the trail finally found its way to the trail up to the saddle south of Linfeng Hill, where the pack was completely confounded, joining the “we’re the fakawe tribe”. Strange how you can be so completely disoriented in down town HZ, but the pack finally worked it out and pushed on up and up to the ridge that runs to North Peak. Visibility was not so good, but the post storm atmosphere left the city looking fantastic from every lookout. Quote Hentai “I’ve been in HZ for 10 years and I’ve never been here”, and that is really something from the map maker.

A brief stop at Northern Peak brought some technical info from Shagger about the imminent removal of the TV aerial which so perfectly frames the XYZ dynasty temple on the peak. What fool put it there anyway? From the top it was possible to see Doggie sitting under the arch patiently waiting for the return of the pack, so how Torvill, Shagger and MAT got lost on the way back was unfathomable, it is hoped that their unscheduled tour of the newly ancient Lingyin area was enjoyable. So the pack was out for 90 minutes, and enjoyed every bit of it. After the normal small circle with more social chat than down downs, the cyclists MAT and Torvill headed off while the balance grabbed a cab to the outdoor restaurant near the Maya. Love these summer nights. Good run from Doggie.

Hares Skidmarks and Bestiality

Hasher Turnout : Acro, Doggie, S&M, Henta, Bear, Einstein, Mudlark, Pawnstar, Sevenup, Cunning Linguist, Phonebox, Deep Throat.

Two minutes after the run started, we all found Doggie missing, and before we started to worry about the GM, he reappeared again in front of most us – the secret was revealed later in the circle: he saw the trail back to Shu guang road already, instead of informing us, he just waited there by himself (enjoy cigarettes?). We then went on to Bai sha quan road, and stop at one intersection with ” ICECREAM ” mark on the ground. I didn’t know who has counted the number before running started, anyway, we found one hasher missing .Who? Doggie, Cartoon Porn, Acro…really hard to figure out who was the missing hasher, So, on on. The trail led us up to the Bao Chu shan a bit, then went back down to the hill foot through a mosquito paradise path shortly, not surprisingly, from another entrance, the trail went up again, which was very obviously the two hares copied Phonebox and Sevenup’s 50th return hash run trail. And also Hares had attempted various routes to reach the summit, but failed to climax, after passing a little shrine, they had to choose to go downhill. Then no more to tell, that’s the endpoint, cost just 36 minutes, which took two hares two hours to set it, including knee trembler, thus they were duly awarded some down downs for their disappointing performance later. Not enough hash offences happened in a short run, except bestiality always called hashers their real name, and with the new rule “one hare drinks, two hare’s drink”, Skidmarks nearly became sleeping beauty again, Bear and Cunning Lingust were accused of being quite quiet, Mudlark’s golden shoes can never be hash offence and the GM was always smoking. Then that’s all, short run just deserves short hash trash. On on – Sevenup

A pair of virgin hares is always something to fear, especially when one of them is also a virgin hasher. As previously reported Titman was laid low with another foot injury, a re-occurrence of foot-in-mouth disease reported by someone in the know, so Aruna was pressed into the role of carrying the flour. The venue and surrounds has been given a thrashing over the last year, usually from other nearby starts but all passing this well known statue of Mao.

The turnout was excellent though despite the hot afternoon and the pack finally got away to a late start courtesy of 7Ups fruit responsibilities. The trail went south and exited the campus though the adjoining village, turned right up Yugu Lu and entered the Bamboo Forest, amazingly enough, virgin territory. Kama Sutras arrows were things of art, huge, directionally sound and placed in a non-erratic manner. The pack was spread out a bit here, but a RG was found at the little fitness area on the top of the hill and waited until Skidmarks arrived, before immediately heading off leaving the unfortunate Debbie in the loo with Cartoon Porn swiftly volunteering to rescue her.

So it was to Yugo Lu and up to the entrance to the gardens which we all now know to be open without charge after 4.30, thanks Kama Sutra. Ah, but soon the trail disappeared behind a locked door surrounded by hasher unfriendly walls. Cartoon Porn back to the fore, as he led the pack around to a side door which led through the ornamental ponds and back into the bush on stone paths. Every visit to the area unearths some new thing, and for scribe it was the mini chalets in the forest holiday camp with the adjoining photo-ops for newly weds, not normally the lesbian pairings provided by the hash on this day. So it was on on to a road that led toward the mountains, but turned away at the last moment back into the gardens, much to relief of back markers Skidmarks, Cunning Linguist Debbie and Sandra. Just before the trail hit Yugu Lu again, the pack found the instruction, On Home, or words to that effect. First home were Sheepshagger and Cartoon Porn, both suspected of SCBing the last bit.

Doggie Style was back to his old self as GM of the circle, and the accusations flew thick and fast. Sandra gave the circle a deep and meaningful song about her wish to be christened before she headed off to Beijing as a volunteer, and so with the naming committee’s creative juices at a low ebb, Sandra was named Mudlark, mostly because of those purple and gold shoes in the mud; who could forget them? Debbie was named Pawn Star because of the conjunction of the old classic film Debbie Does Dallas and a chess playing assumption. 7Up was absolutely sure that her new shoes would go unnoticed, but didn’t count on the eagle eye of Phone Box. Aruna learned the rule “one hare drinks, both hares drink” as a double virgin, but can also be happy with universal agreement that the run was interesting, findable and the right length. The pack sauntered off down to a youth hostel restaurant in the village for an excellent 20 kuai meal; have to go back there, and some then headed off to Maya.

Now who was the hasher who was deputed to write this week’s report?

Having publicly mocked Push Up for his previous run report, I inadvertently volunteered to write the next one, so here goes. Run #56: The Royal Farm Run, notable for its lack of farming or royalty. Sheep-shagger and Deep Throat were our hares and failed to clearly provide an address nor a landmark that my taxi driver could recognise. Some people might wish to remark that I was late, but I prefer to think of myself as starting early, especially as I was yelling On-On at the taxi driver! (not that it helped…)

Despite some trouble finding the start, once the hounds were assembled, we set off at a decent pace considering the heat and mosquitos that we were desperately hoping to avoid. Special mention goes to Cunning Linguist for unusual running attire, and also Slow Phuk for realising 600 metres into the run that it might have been a good idea to bring some water like everyone else. The pack quickly found ourselves climbing stairs to our first RG where Sheep-Shagger would have had us kneeling before a statue that bore a striking resemblance to himself.
Fortunately, “Kneel Here” is not an officially recognised hash command (outside of naming circles) so we were all quickly On-On’ing our was towards the summit. This was also the point where the pack encountered Tit Man who had decided to walk the route due to a previous injury, proving to all that doctors know less than they claim, and excuses are for the weak(looking in your direction here Doggie Style…) While we did not reach the summit, we did find ourselves close enough and presented with a magnificent vista. So good in fact that Hentai decided to return to the stragglers and borrow a camera as they had clearly stopped making any attempt to climb further.

The trail then wound itself casually down the mountain, before a sharp turn (which Phone Box and I missed, much to our chagrin several hundred metres later) into an area that could charitably described as a mosquito convention. So bad was the constant buzzing that a RG was completely skipped so that we could continue to run and present less of a target.

The final stretch was relatively flat and uneventful, and a circle was formed to celebrate and to give the old ladies a chance to stare at a hairly laowai with his shirt off. A box of Tsingtao Light was quickly consumed (which given that is seems to be the same strength as the normal Tsingtao should perhaps just be called “Tsingtao Honest!”) and the crew were off to Heifeng Street for dinner and the usual shenanigans.

Seven at seven, the usual refrain attracted the usual starters plus some new blood. Agreeable host Tony at the Seven Club must be reconsidering his marketing plan after the crowd grew to it’s zenith but then dissipated at 8.30 when the prices went back to 100%, which is quite usual, but this time the crowd didn’t return after Family Liu because they had strolled up to Maya for RMB10 Tsingtaos. Well, most of the crowd anyway because Doggie Style found himself anchored by G & Ts at Seven and never caught up. But 2 bars a pub crawl does not make, and so the next victim was the Reggae, which was its usual shoulder to shoulder deafening self, with a few slightly tired and emotional hashers balancing on the footpath. Next cab off the rank was Cocos, but who actually made it there remains a mystery to me.

Saturday’s forecast was threatening, but actually it was a deliciously clear and fresh day, which was completely at odds with some of the mismanagement. Fortunately Acronymph and Doggie were in the chair for most of the 50th arrangements, leaving just the recce to scribe, who failed to note that the Juixi road was closed to buses and furthermore was a sea of mud. So when Acro and scribe arrived to set the trail from Nine Creeks, it was a case of mismanagement once again in action. So you see, that little bridge next to the construction workers accommodation was not the chosen creekside spot that was originally intended. Miraculously the pack arrived somewhat within time to mount the bus and arrive at the plan B run site, which as Acro pointed out was actually plan A. What a posh crowd alighted from the bus, all wearing Kama Sutra’s exclusive perspective of HZ, new runners Sandra and Debbie thinking carefully about what they got themselves into. The trail of course had been carefully planned by the hares over the preceding weeks, and incorporated all the most scenic vistas in the Nine Creeks area without unfortunately a summit attained. Skidmarks did the toilet stop CB which was a bit of set up by all accounts, the CB being somewhat too obvious. As usual though scribe was constrained by the aggressively cautious Acronymph and the pack had to forgo the Phone Box / Skidmarks descent down a vertical rainforest. Bloody annoying really! However there was still a surprise in store, because the unique manner in which the local authorities decided to repair and re-align Juixi Rd meant that cars, bikes and pedestrians had to battle each other through a quagmire of mud for about 1 km. Some came off worse than others. Many had to stop for a shoe wash in the fast flowing creek, some came back well mudded like Slowphuk, and Creature C while others came back pristine, especially 7Up in still white track trousers. How does she do this? Deep Throat had turned up with a photographer to provide shots for her article on the 50th, but he managed to not actually take any shots, much to DT’s disgust, hence the use of almost year old shots in the actual article which came out on Wednesday. That rare commodity, cold beer was on the menu courtesy of Tim from Maya who provided the ice; thanks Tim. That small bridge certainly carries a lot of traffic, the circle being constantly pierced by interlopers of every age and interest, or lack of interest. GM Doggie Style found a broad array of transgressions to lower the tone. As the beer started to bite the circle would fade, re-form and fade again, with an amusing water bottle fight between Tom and 7 Up culminating with the ice bucket over 7 Up’s head, but she needed cooling down.
Wendy was named democratically Ménage à trios, which means threesome, not three persons engaged in any specific activity, as graphically explained by Cartoon Porn, an expert in the field it seems. Ménage à trios was overjoyed at this name, not the expected or usual response to a hash name, which suggests that the name was already appropriate or will be shortly. Sandra and Debbie added sang-froid to the carrying on, both fortunately in old shoes, as Deep Throat and 7 Up found that their RMB10 slippers purchased to replace wet boots were deemed to be new shoes, the slippers being turned into a form of beer funnel. Have a look at the attached movie from Sandra. Then it was time to load the bus and over to the appointed tea house restaurant where the 20 filled two tables with menu selection by Acronymph. Departure from this civilised affair followed to Thirty Plus, where the age limit was suspended allowing in those of the group 30 minus. Doggie had negotiated with the management to purchase a keg of Tiger, and interest as to the number of pints kept some there much later than they would have otherwise preferred. Doggie Style was showing signs of wear by about 11.30 and chose to enjoy a kip by the lake, returning at about 1.00am to find some had left but in fact some had arrived, such as Kama Sutra coming straight from work, and amazingly enough returned to work after a few pints. Titman was sure that there beer left in the keg, but had not the strength to finish it. Perhaps some other reporter, namely Deep Throat, could fill in some of these missing details.
Run #56 Recovery Run

Sunday arrives……….strength to carry on……..yes. Phone Box and 7 Up put a lot of effort into setting Sunday’s trail from the Maya, the former in a mini skirt and the latter in slippers, must have taken all of 7 minutes. Cunning Linguist, Slowphuk, Acronymph, Sheepshagger, Tom, the shadow of Doggie, Bear who was collected from 30Plus the previous night and scribe were the pack. It was tough, those first few yards up the stairs from Laoshuguang Rd, but the blood started flowing, body temperature rising and then it was over! The girls were happy about this, but the guys were not, so out they went on a fake run over and around the hills behind, examining the sights, the views, the air con caves, the tea houses, the temples and heavenly waters, arriving back one hour later. Late starters were appearing until finally there almost a full complement for the bbq organised by Tim and run by trusty XiaoPeng; those hamburgers were great. A disorganised circle names Tom as Torvill and Dean, which made sense to the Poms and those more senior members of the pack but to no one else. Actually Tom named himself as he slipped and slid over the hills earlier in the day, saying he was doing a Torvill and Dean. So, for the record this duo without doubt re-wrote the sport of ice dancing with their performances at the 1984 Sarajevo Winter Olympics. You can see the record breaking performance of Bolero at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2zbbN4OL98 Bear erred in showing up for his first run wearing new shoes, and it took some encouragement for him to understand and then enjoy the standard punishment. The afternoon drifted on, sitting in the sun, imbibing occasionally, hard to take, night fell, eating whatever, people going, returning from foot massages, from naps at home, other places whatever, until it was all a blur. So that was the 50th weekend, all it was meant to be. Plaudits passed around endlessly, but really it was Acronymph and Doggie who put up the efforts with special mention to Kama Sutra for the T shirt artwork and very special mention to the members who supported the occasion so well from Friday to Sunday. On on.