Runs No. 159 - 11th March 2006
No. 160 - 18th March 2006 - Report
SWANK Hash House Harriers have been happily hounded these past 2 weeks with very interesting scenes and scenarios.
The previous week’s run was Saint Paddy’s run. A very well laid trail by Quicky took the pack to the far horizons of upper Mtwapa, beyond the KARI Farms, or what is left of it after the dribbly grabbing.
The dust of the tracks was soon replaced by Saharan sand that seemed to deter the runners’ speed and the hot sun did the rest. The tilled fields ready for the rains welcomed shortcuts and the fruit laden trees: oranges, mangoes and cashews provided a welcome relief at the holds. The real wet hold was not tackled despite the low tide. The namesake Wethole being a sailor had no reservations about things going up, and not coming down….. But Quicky is not exactly a seaman but frozen to the core, coming from the land of alpine lakes. He decided to keep the Swankers on the terra firma most of the time in spite of meandering wishes and wrong footed front runners.
The best part was the longish wait for fresh Mnazi being sapped just for the pack’s benefit and which was the sweetest reward. Well run, walked and jogged St. Patrick’s Run ended at Gecko village for the Patty rites and rituals, followed by a sumptuous Irish stew, green drinks and green thoughts, courtesy of Mine Host the GM himself.
Last week’s run was at a totally new venue for the current Hash group. Eric “huge b’meat” trained Horny Sunset to set the trail on the virgin soils of inner Mishomoroni.
A large pack set off on the north creek side, hugging the precipitous promontories and descending down into the sea bed, still filled with water despite the low tide. Crossing was done without canoes since Hashers can swim and fly at will. Up the southern banks, and into the now haphazardly filling up swampland, we saw huge Baobabs being brought down for firewood, and leaving gaping holes on the cliff sides for sand harvesting. Anybody concerned???
Circling the coves, and crossing back, the pack was treated to a variety of bird life; if it will still be there in a year’s time is any body’s guess. The down-downs were hasty due to more reasons than birds and the pack let loose their weekend to scatter in the dusk.