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Run 2385 Neon – Bushies effort

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Bushranger uses MotionX-GPS on the iPhone and is sharing with you the following track:

Name: PH3 20151013
Date: 12 Oct 2015 6:01 pm
Map:
(valid until Apr 9, 2016)
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Distance: 7.95 kilometers
Elapsed Time: 1:02:33
Avg Speed: 7.6 km/h
Max Speed: 16.6 km/h
Avg Pace: 7' 52" per km
Min Altitude: 0 m
Max Altitude: 15 m
Start Time: 2015-10-12T10:01:18Z
Start Location:  
  Latitude: 32º 01' 15" S
  Longitude: 115º 55' 19" E
End Location:  
  Latitude: 32º 01' 16" S
  Longitude: 115º 55' 21" E

 

CLOSE TO YOUR HEART

Red Dress Run       29 September 2015

 

I set off for this mixed-Hash run with a feeling of apprehension, full of thoughts about endless charges, never ending raffles and boring grandstanding.

 

On arrival we found about 15 diehard PH3 men, one of whom was resplendent in his red dress. This compares with a total turnout of a couple of hundred, most of whom had entered into the red spirit of things. One apparition was the appearance of ex-PH3 man, John the Baptist. With impressive qualifications in grave-digging, he has been working in Korea and Japan. Unfortunately, graves are so shallow over there that his skills in this area were not required. The run, which was based in Screwdriver’s back yard, was organized to raise funds for the Australian Heart Foundation. After parting with $15 we all received an impressive green stamp.

 

Headlight, the hare who was decked out in short red dress and pink lingerie, gave us a rundown in general terms of where we were to go. I couldn’t help noting a couple of PH3 men boning-up at this point (oh well, they’re not past it after all!).

 

The 4.4 km run took us past the jail, down to the Esplanade, over to Cicerellos and wound back to the jail, where we were treated to port and lemonade or champers and orange. Nobody

 

 

On arrival we found about 15 diehard PH3 men, one of whom was resplendent in his red dress. This compares with a total turnout of a couple of hundred, most of whom had entered into the red spirit of things. One apparition was the appearance of ex-PH3 man, John the Baptist. With impressivre qualifications in grave-digging, he has been working in Korea and Japan. Unfortunately, graves are so shallow over there that his skills in this area were not required. The run, which was based in Screwdriver’s back yard, was organized to raise funds for the Australian Heart Foundation. After parting with $15 we all received an impressive green stamp.

 

Headlight, the hair who was decked out in short red dress and pink lingerie, gave us a rundown in general terms of where we were to go. I couldn’t help noting a couple of PH3 men boning-up at this point (oh well, they’re not past it after all!).

 

The 4.4 km run took us past the jail, down to the Esplanade, over to Cicerellos and wound back to the jail, where we were treated to port and lemonade or champers and orange. Nobody seemed in much of a hurry to get going but eventually we had a slow jog back direct to the bucket.

 

After fifteen or so minutes we were called to the circle, which has MC’d by Screwdriver, decked out as King Kanute or some such person, complete with a forked stick which I initially mistook for his selfie-stick. The circle was surprisingly short and generally humerous. After that, we were summoned to an excellent and plentiful meal of battered fish, salads, wholemeal bread and more. The conversation was congenial, with a reasonable degree of mixing between hashes. All in all it was a top evening and well worth the effort of going along. Thanks to Screwdriver for his excellent hosting and to Headlights for lightening up our lives.

 

On On

 

Antman

2382 DOLLAR at the LAKESIDE

Subject: Dollar and Ft Run Write up by Gnocchi
 
Starting from Waldex in kingsley, we headed off in a westerly direction. From the start we knew that we were heading around the lake, the lake that Mr mole gave some aboriginal name which i cannot remember. ( Moses was not happy that the lake did not have a “bloody normal" name.)
We headed into Kingsely where we weren’t sure if we were at Hillary's boat harbour or not with all of the boats out the front of the houses. We were greated with alot of "sh…house" hills, testing our stamina and quads.
Half way through the run, half of the pack decided to piss off and head on home, but us front runners, though with not much chalk leading us, decided to push on.
Reaching Whitfords ave, we realised we would be heading back along the lake eating insects.
This is really where the run turned to shit, ( well it was long before that, but I dont want to upset Dollar or F.T anymore than I have.)
We decided to follow the lake up until we saw Wanneroo road, and then followed the streetlights On Home.
 
Boner was asked to score the run, he called it a "Double D run" meaning: Disjointed and Disappointing. 10kms and 1hr and 10mins.
Boner scored 4/10 but later updated his score to 4.8 because of the effort put into the food.
 
Food was A beautiful curry and rice, with herb bread to soak up the juices.
 
Good Job Dollar & F.T
 
OnOn GNOCCHI

 

 

History of Hash

A Brief History of Hash …

The roots of Hash House Harriers go back to the English cross country running sport of paper chases or “Hares and Hounds”. These Hare and Hound clubs, usually known as Harriers were present in the Malay Peninsula in the early 1930’s due to the number of ex-pats present in the area.

A.S. Gispert (known as’G’), Cecil Lee, ‘Horse’ Thomson and ‘Torch’ Bennet ran with some of these clubs prior to moving to KL in 1938. Once in Kuala Lumpur (KL) they started their own club which ran on Mondays to work off the excesses of the weekend. G named the new club the Hash House Harriers, a mildly derogative nickname given (for the unimaginative food) to the Royal Selangor Club Chambers, where the club was based.

Run Number 1 was held from the Club in December 1938. The numbers on the books remained low, especially during World War 2 and the Malaya Independence struggle. In fact, the club stopped running on the arrival of the Japanese as their activities were actually illegal due to the curfew imposed.

After the War the club was re-created by the surviving members primarily as a tribute to A.S “G” Gispert, who had been killed during the War. A second club was formed on the ltalian Riviera in Bordighera in April 1947 by an English prisoner of war who remained in Italy after the war. This club flourished among British servicemen until 1961.

At KLH3’s 1000th run on 12 March, 1966 all 12 current hash clubs were represented and they all were based “locally” within South East Asia.

Hash spread slowly, at first mostly within South East Asia. Hobart H3 and Sydney H3 were two of the first hash clubs outside South East Asia, both formed in October 1967.

At KLH3’s 1500th run on 23 June, 1973 there were 35 known hash clubs, 11 from Malaysia and 8 from Australia.

The latest Harrier International Directory lists over 1600 active hash chapters in 181 countries or territories with USA (350 clubs), Australia (261), UK (168), Malaysia (130), Indonesia (84) and New Zealand (55). You can go hashing from Antarctica to Iceland or Albania to Zimbabwe.

Run 2381 – Woodvale – FT and Dollar. 14/9/2015

It was quite a thrill to be on a run set by a serial short cutter. To actually run a run where all you do is short cut all night and that’s how the run was meant to be. It was a great insight into FT’s psyche.

 

Away we go on a long loop, so within the first 5 minutes the pack was strung out like a line of Syrian refugees and never fully regrouped. Falsies tended to be a bit long.

But the classic had to be the chalk – mostly on the opposite side of the road to the street lights or IF on the same side as the street lights, between them.

Anyway, quite a good run was evolving. FT obviously knew where all the steep hills were. It wouldn’t have been Dollar!

Until we came to crossing Whitfords Avenue. Note for future hares – runners will assume a trail crosses a main artery and they did. Trouble was the trail was 250m to the right and only picked up by 1 runner – Seagull. By the time he picked it up he was so far away, we couldn’t even hear a bleat.

From then on there were a few packs and guesswork took over.

Fortunately in my group, Birdman, non-official H3 minister for timing,  discovered that his timing device also included a GPS, so we were able to negotiate our way home. Think about 50 minutes all up.

 

Back at the bucket, good everything. Good weather, parking, lighting, talent [Bushie] and great tucker.

 

A good night. Thanks FT.

 

On On Emu