Every 7 or 10 years, we become essentially new people, because in that time, every cell in the body has been replaced by a new cell. Don’t you feel younger than you were 7 years ago? There are between 50 and 75 trillion cells in the body…. Each type of cell has its own life span. Red blood cells live for about 4 months, while white blood cells live on average more than a year. Skin cells live about 2 or 3 weeks. Colon cells have it rough: They die off after about 4 days. Sperm cells have a life span of only about 3 days, while brain cells typically last an entire lifetime (neurons in the cerebral cortex, for example, are not replaced when they die).

Air Pollution Index comes to pass a presto chango again from above 400 on Saturday Boxer Hash #142 (mountain area is better) to below 100 on Sunday Hash #1721. Recrimination seems to redound to a local pyrrhic antimissile redoubt— inexorable smog ultron. By the same token, diddling a chronic mass suicide with unctuous diablerie! Upwards of thirty brave hashers characterize topside sounder to bell the cat for a conclusive proof by getting into the swing of a 12.7 km long slog of a trail. In spite of oneself, being redolent of  a peaceful world where most are living in. To be honest casts a long shadow, in particular pinch point.

As expected, labyrinthine alleyway is top priority to riddle first mark and right choice, rushing off the hashers’s feet to grope forward, such as Circle K, Just Kristen, Just Douglas, Just Yong, Blister Fister, Pickle Boy, Dark Shaft, Hard To Live With, Just Kim, etc. After going over two overpasses and three Two-Ways, nearly twenty runners hit a Hash Hold at mini-square for a group photo. While crossing a street, Six Kuai Short as adjutant hare hints at a living community and soon spot the first beer stop. Bangs With No Mercy works her finger to the bone to pour soju for the hashers and several walkers catch up guided by walking hare, Pikachu. Fetus Envy as hare seems to get late and piggybacks a bag of bottles of soju that are tingling as he’s jogging heavily. Just Gabi holds Charlie Peanut who’s too impatient to wait to approach to his fellows as soon as he sees some doggies. However no time they isolate him. Beer Gimp does not drink too much after he walks a length but he asks the beer at the beginning. Crazy German walks and talks and drinks who looks like recovery completely since his brain surgical complication two weeks ago for his short time visit. Herr Splashy Pants also changes to be walker after his knee injured yesterday Boxer hashing.

In wandering through a crisscross hutongs. When the hashers perform a hive of activity for nothing, Mussels from Brussels as hare stands by a high iron fence, hold on! fixing one’s eyes upon a man-wide broken iron fence as entrance next to him. Once edging through this hole, there shows a spectacle where 7-8 tables are being sat around by many locals playing mahjong, more likely, it’s a contest. Striding over a foot bridge to down into Beijing Institute of Technology. Uncluttered green belt and classroom buildings embrace hardy souls to wad with a hashing spirit. There are some pieces of parallel glass walls that symbolizes positive spirit with caption, snapping a group of pictures as second Hash Hold. Filing out of it and cutting through a block and a foot bridge to wedge into Remin (People) University of China in which to come into one’s own with a sense of identity and majestic reddish teaching buildings and a variety of sports being padded out in football pitch and basketball court. A team of figure sculptures make third Hash Hold with hasher photos. The hashing lineup process up and down a grandstand. When the runners near other entrance, having a halt for soju sip. Suddenly perceiving BWNM lagging behind out and away. MfB hastens to double back to pick up her. Choppy trail brings the runners to a small yard of a residential building as the second beer stop. The walkers earlier arrive and another locals are playing mahjong at a table. After that, the hashers are at homestretch along main road and passing through life-breathing alleyway. Unwittingly lumbering to the end and eyeing the restaurant with maneuverability of geosynchronous orbit and in readiness for necessitating a circled celebration at nearby playground in residential compounds. PreLube and RainblowBush reddening her hair bob up as latecomers.

Bearded Clam wearing his flossy brown fox hat functions a duty of GM to anchor a show. Four virgins are greeted as usual with Hash song and little gift. Of course, three hares carry on national holiday’s afterheat by treating the hashers with soju from Seoul’s hashers. Of it, BWNM veritably becomes soju bitch on site. FE expressly dons red hashing flag and bursts with passion to belt out Hash songs associating with situational wallop. Now and then Penis Tone exhibits his singing voice and voltage. MfB is hailed in for his birthday and some hashers hustle to blow up a plastic frame for his special present that looks like either the elder walking stick or prisoner’s dock, kinda comic effect! And then Lost in Marks & Spencer as RA emcees for a while. Some keep silent and smile like Karate, Just Neil, Breakfast Included, Crash Test Dummy and so forth. By superb, falling into eventide and BC calls for On Food in the end. The half pree a local hearty meal in a ritzy indoors. As Hemingway said, you should not finish your work for the day unless you know you will start tomorrow.

On On…

Pickle Boy

Beijing. Tuesday,

October 20, 2015