Bone Hur’s 69th run took us out to the Bone Residence, with the opportunity for swimming as well as a trademark Bone Hur run up Bone Hur Hill. With the customary ignoring of the sniff, Bone Hur pointed us out the front gate and I jogged off with Grumbledick whinging about this and that… Fortunately someone had stolen his horn, and it was just like running along with Chuckie moaning away!
The first check was a V check. I’ve hit that check first probably around half a dozen times now, and every time I pick left, every time choosing to head towards the inevitable mountain… Every time I find the check back about the same time I realise it is a dead end. So much for being the most intelligent hasher!
Sloppy of course got it right, and was off on a streak of checks that took us through a shanty town across some rice fields and through a street party. Bone Hur had it all on offer! But the run was heading inevitably towards the hill. As we started UP, I glanced along the road to the left, and contemplated the obvious short cut (which a lot of the walkers took). After taking a foolishly long detour around the street party, I fell in alongside Skiddy & Humpers on the way up. We passed numerous opportune check points, with no checks and fading ON ON calls ahead.
Rather than taking any of the earlier down hills, we went right to the top before we had the release of the descent. At the bottom some barbed wire pushed the trail to the right and an extra loop around before getting back to the A. Man I was tired, and the pool called many of the hashers… Getting them out for a circle was a struggle, but we succeeded and muddled through. Excellent food for Boney’s party, bikini clad Barbindoll and Cumalot, who could ask for more? Shame I had to head off early!