There’s a special type of love in the hearts of all hashers. It lies somewhere deep down, way below all that beer, and all that food, and all the other stuff in their souls. That’s the love of the hunt. On Sunday this love was completely and entirely non-existent. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the smog, or maybe it was the fact that 4 hashers waited up until 4 AM to watch a cancelled rugby game. We’ll never know for sure….

On! On ! was the cry by the faithful and a few virgins. As the trail snaked it way through Tuanjiehu, South Sanlitun, and Hujialou the beleaguered group was joined by Le Cunt, who, while having found the same restaurant last August oddly couldn’t find it in February. Snot also joined up at a beer stop and the runners were off again going down what was probably one of the most interesting and best trails in the history of Beijing Hashing (According to the hares…). Unfortunately coming off the first beer stop it took the runners about 35 minutes to figure out what the term “360 degrees” really meant. In that time Prancing Queen, quickly copied by innovation-expert Dazed and Confused proceeded to destroy two unlucky bottles of water. Hey guys, don’t you know that we’ve been in a drought for the last 15 years? Luckily Comes All the Time and some other hashers found the trail “RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!!” and they were off through a long second section. As we’re reminded each week on the website “Is Winter!!!” some wore coats, others gloves, and Pickle Boy wore his best Shaquille O’Neil 1996 outfit including his iconic mustache and beard. Kazaam!

As the trail ended it became apparently clear that the energy that had not been expended on the trail was soon to be let loose upon the circle. So there, fueled by beer and spiced wine the hashers showed the real love of hashing by repeatedly offering better and better down-downs. Surprisingly chipper was Dry Hole who having missed the run due to “knee-problems” seemed to be floating on air as he repeatedly deemed the trail the “worst ever”. Jolly Green Knob was in excellent singing form as well which was especially useful for Dazed seemed to have ample down-downs for everyone in the group. Many of the couples in the circle decided that themes weren’t so cool for them. They were met with one answer for their coolness. The cock of chame! Groper was seen the particularly enjoy the experience. The only thing that remained that week was … wait, A NAMING. After about 2 and a half hours of undressing our newish Singaporean friend Ms. Tan will forever be henceforth known as Strip Pok-her.

After a few more shouts of “The Hare’s” it was on food and then on to Paddy’s where much frivolity continued.

On On

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