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Nha Trang
Hash House Harriers

Nha Trang, Vietnam

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Run Report for Run Number 95 -- November 23, 2014;

Let’s face it; GOOD TO GO the hare-raiser really should have known better! How on earth did she come to allow Till Fingerer and Booty Call to set the hash together again? Regulars will recall their previous debacle where they started the trail across a treacherous ravine swollen with water from the recent monsoon and were surprised when the bus driver refused to risk life and limb to take us there. Add to that the fact that they have recently ’come out ’as being in love and the scene is set for disaster!

In fairness, at least on this occasion we were able to get to the start point. This time the hares had decided that the good point for a starting circle was the middle of a three way intersection with motor-bikes buzzing us from all directions. Little were we to realise that being buzzed by motor bikes would, in fact be the theme for this week’s Hash. Booty Call made a valiant attempt to impart instructions for following the trail although he was somewhat hampered by having no chalk or paper to demonstrate. He made the best of a bad job by scratching an arrow in the dirt with his fingernail and shredding a rather manky looking tissue which he produced from the front of his shorts. Till Fingerer translated into Vietnamese and then scolded Booty Call soundly for not having disposed of the tissue as clinical waste. However, once they realised that everyone had become more concerned with dodging motor bikes than listening to anything they had to say, the ON ON was called.

Walkers went left and runners steamed away to the right and off into the far distance. The walking route took us along a busy thoroughfare with locals selling their wares by the street side and various dogs, kids and motor cycles sharing the remainder of the street with the hashers, most of whom were now in fear of their lives. After a while, we reached the rickety bridge, again shared with motor cyles angrily hooting at the poor Hashers. So bad did the situation become that several hashers leapt into the river in order to prevent their days ending as Vietnamese road kill!

Once over the bridge, things calmed down a little and Hashers were able to relax and enjoy the riverside walk with only occasional need to jump into the hedge. As the walkers wandered along the riverside, they became aware of that unmistakable stench that haunts every Hash. Yes, the runners were approaching from the rear. Dripping with sweat, blood, tears and various other bodily fluids, the runners trudged past the walkers on a haze of flies, dung beetles and the occasional scarab beetle. Over the railway, a quick hairpin right and soon we all came to the drink stop. Welcome relief for all, as the day had turned out to be surprisingly hot.

After an enjoyable rest, the Hashers set off again, this time free of all traffic, in fact not just free of traffic but free of life as we climbed up through an extensive graveyard. Most Hashers took the time to book a spot as they realised that the second half of the run was likely to as fraught with danger as the first half. And they were not wrong. We descended down a steep path from the graveyard into a village and then onto the Thap Ba road where motor cycles were joined by cars, taxis, vans, trucks, lorries, buses, coaches and the occasional pantechnicon. For a couple of miles intrepid hashers again took on the traffic and, miraculously, all got through unscathed. A sharp left took us up a hem above the main road north out of Nha Trang with another welcome opportunity to relax. Not for long though! Soon we emerged onto the main road and all enjoyed a game of chicken as we followed the ever-diminishing arrows towards the beach. Finally, we emerged onto the beach road to the welcome sight of the bus and the bus driver arguing with a Very Important Man In Uniform about or right to park in a space designed to hold the entire Pegas bus fleet.

Several Hashers were seen to kiss the ground as they arrived although it was uncertain whether they were thanking their God for deliverance or just stumbling drunk after the drink stop. In accordance with Hash tradition whistles were wetted and salad and baguette consumed. A vague circle formed round the bag of ice and the hares were duly chastised for their shitty run. Newcomers were welcomed, leavers were given a rousing ‘fuck off’ and various miscreants were iced for crimes including private parties and being French.

With night drawing in, enough was enough and the weary Hashers packed the eskies onto the bus before adjourning to the Watering Hole where the Hash Diehards looked each other in the eyes and asked, silently, ‘Why the fuck do we bother..?’ ON ON...

CUNSTUBBLE PANTLESS

Next run: Run # 96:

November 30, 2014

(at some location to be selected by the hares when they get around to it)
(although we have no idea who will lead us)
Time: The Pack will take off at 3:00...ish.  
(you are urged to be there at 2:30 PM to get your act (and ours) together)
The bus will leave from Patrick Wine Bar: 3/3 Tran Quang Khai
Cost: 120,000 VND (60,000 VND for Vietnamese) (includes bus and water and sometimes even booze and snacks)

Generic run information:

Cost:

Ex-pats: 120,000 (20,000d less when there is no bus needed)

Vietnamese: 60,000d

The price includes: the run, bus, drinks during the run, drinks and snacks at the circle after the run.

Date and Time:

We will run every Sunday at 3:00 PM

All runs start at Patrick Wine Bar: 3/3 Tran Quang Khai

But see link above for a complete listing of our known future runs.

Disclaimer

Run reports and pictures

Now you can access Run Reports, Pictures and Hasher listings all from the main menu (past runs);

Why do we Ice?

Because icing can be good for you. Just compare the evidence from our recent run:

Before:

before

After:

after

 

Hashing: What’s it all about?

(Borrowed shamelessly from the wankers up in Ha Noi)

If you like a regular social (or anti-social) gathering with a couple of drinks (or more) and a bit of sweat, the Hash might be something for you. The Hash is a very social and international, recreational cross-country running for fun activity. Put simply: we run, socialize and drink a little beer.

The idea of hashing was born around 1938 in Kuala Lumpur, Malaya, as a club for drinkers with a running problem. They called themselves the Hash House Harriers (HHH), named after the building were they started from. You can find more details about the origins in our (currently non-existent) History section.  

Nowadays an estimated 2000 chapters, spanning all 7 continents uphold this tradition on a regular base.

Every Hash chapter has its own interpretation of this idea, but generally, the pack (the runners) try to follow a trail, laid by one or two club members (the Hares or Does). By putting false trails, the Hares make sure that quick runners arrive more or less at the same time at the finish as the crawlers/walkers/joggers. There are no winners and upon completion, everybody is rewarded with a couple of drinks in the 'circle' where the emphasis is on fun and spontaneity.

Why we are so famous!

Before the Nha Trang Hash had even held its first event it was already featured in Harrier magazine!