Dandi March
Gandhiji’s Birth Anniversary, Indian National Holiday, Dandi March, Run # 43 Saturday, 2nd Oct, 2004 from Lakeland Country Club Hares: GM Molester, Fiddler Deputy RA: Pants Down Drey: Fiddlee, Hissin’ Sid Virgin hashers: Vinit, Paul Archer, Christyne Hashers: Late Cummer, Topsurd, Willy Wanker Shaun, Duck Suck Carl, Sexy Legs Chiru, Zoria Returnee: Manhandler Manosh First flush: Taste Tea Simon The hashers met on 2nd Oct, an Indian National holiday and dry day at the Taj Bengal at 3:30 p.m. with expectations of a long run but beer at the end. We stayed in the drive way for a while waiting for hashers. Pants Down had arrived early and given me a call and I knew Topsurd was on his way with a virgin Hasher. I had given Paul, another new shoe, rendez-vous at the Taj lobby and had told him to look out for me and my bright green dragon Interhash Cardiff souvenir T shirt. Poor Paul must have been wondering what kind of puff the magic dragon Hash trip he’d got himself into! Christyne suddenly spotted Simon walking into the Taj and may have thought he was there for the run, but he had other plans brewing. Pammi had found out by then that the hash was going to be on the other side of the new Howrah Bridge and was cooling off in the car. I had given a frantic call to Willy Wanker to locate the hash flag and we realized that it was with RA Bean Town and Sarah, vacationing in Las Vegas, doing the slot machines on the Strip. A make shift flag was made with a red cloth and a dandi or pole. On on, on the Dandi March in a convoy from the Taj. We parked in the driveway of the Lakeland Country Club and set off after a briefing from Molester and Fiddler. Manhandler, who has been hashing in the UK, got to carry forward the KRH3 standard. We made our way round the lake and into the villages, past the shanties being chivvied by chickens and all the local urchins. Such a hash across mud, slush and precarious crossings over drainpipes, where if you lose your footing you’d be face down in the mud, is typical of Molester. Christyne got mud on her hands and thought she’d transferred it to her face but I was able to reassure her that she didn’t look like a walking mudpack. Luckily the weather was pleasant. We had a very long walk back to the club followed all the way by the kids. Of course Pants Down &Topsurd as usual lost their way or took a short cut and were reunited with us back at the Club. Zoria and Paul Archer, dressed more for the Taj than a ramble in the country, kept each other company on the walk. Everyone got Down Downs and a lot of beer was drunk, and splashed on newcomer Christyne, in the Club driveway. Some even went go-karting before we drove off again. |
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