Run 1621Hash Trash

As an early arriving Aston Martin gave shelter to the Hare, GM Dodic Master from the light rain in his covered chariot, the hounds dibbled into the run site.

As the Timekeeper (…) Esq. called TIME, the GM Hare lead the way to the circle site down the steps and below the bridge. There was some discussion on the effects of vertigo on unassisted flight down the concrete retaining wall. Little did we know…

As Jolly Green Knob rushed down the steps (apparently the last to beat the traffic), OB1 gave some lusty blasts on the Hash Horn, answered by the trains on the railway bridge.

EM Aston Martin was called up by the GM and splashed as the Wingee look-alike from the previous run.

Ammo took off in pursuit of some local pussy, who obviously knew the trail, but they were too fast for him up the stairs and escaped. In their wake came the rest of the pack, with EM Aston Martin bringing up the rear at a more measured pace.

EM Shitonya and PlugNPlay strolled along, once the spray kicked up by the pack had settled.

The pack settled into stride across the bridge, picking up the blue chalk marks on the blue-gray paint under blue-gray skies with ease. It was not to last.

Ammo, Faceplant, B. Space, Balihite, OB1, Jolly Green Knob gained terra firma and started to check the park area for trail, every which way. Eventually Ammo picked up trail, a good 100 m down the road. By this time, Aston Martin had over taken the pack, then followed the trail around the apartment block and across to the first check (that the pack found). After checking left, right, over and down left, trail was found over and down right through the grounds of the Tomb memorial, then down hill through the only shiggy on trail.

At the bottom of the hill, another check: a blue circle with a hospital label to be used to mark true trail.

Balihite was so surprised at finding shiggy(!) he apparently tried flying over it, to discover that it was atop a retaining wall, landing head-first on the pavement below. The stunned hound lay on the ground, to the concern of the hares milling around, to be guided back home by EM Aston Martin.

Making a similarly slow recovery, the remaining hounds eventually found trail up an across the over-bridge and soon picked the scent of the fish markets. Led by Ammo, the pack raced through the fish markets, to the cheers and acclaim of the local vendors. Actually, it was the pursuing fish-wives that encouraged the hounds to make rapid progress through the sheds and emerge on the other side, not even looking for marks along the way. Ammo, Faceplant and OB1 regathered their composure and found trail on the road. However, B. Space and Jolly Green Knob decided that more excitement was to be had in the direction they had come and looped back.

And so, through the light rain, the surviving three hounds following the trail markings, making a rapid transit of Yeoui-do and finding the A-D split at the start of the Wonhyodae bridge. There was some hesitation, but the hounds decided that having come thus far, braving the now blowing rain and all the tribulations that had depleted their numbers, to carry on the A trail.

While crossing the bridge, OB1 started to become homesick, which gave him a second wind. It now seems that it was the thought of the “yellow houses” of Yongsan that inspired him and he soon overtook Ammo. Faceplant found an unmarked A trail which lead back to the on site. The persistent couple of FRB’s found that it was actually the “A xxx” trail to which the Hare had alluded in his explanation.

It was a feast of Popeye’s Chicken and “Dodic’s Junta” T-shirts that awaited the pack. They laid into the refreshments and demolished them after some effort. The fire was made in under the bridge, which gave partial shelter from the driving rain and the wind blowing down river fanned the flames.

Comments on the trail included remarks on the color-coordinated blue chalk marks and with that the GM Hare tried to defend himself. He then named Balihite as the Wingee (who had been granted dispensation to sit in the circle), to acclaim from the pack as he had undoubtedly earned the distinction, not just being the first to precede all, but also his attempt at heavier-than-air flight.

Twincheeks arrived at the circle from somewhere. It was revealed that he had only arrived that day, bore gifts from Downunder for the GM and both EM’s, and on the way to this week’s site had also paid his respects at the now demolished Ammo Dump, site of the previous weeks run.

GM Dodic Master then called up the EM’s Shitonya and Aston Martin. Aston tried to tell a favorite joke, tried again, ignoring advice from his fellow EM, “When you get yourself into a hole, STOP DIGGING!”

The GM then called up the rest of the soon-to-be-deposed Junta for recognition: Ammo, Lepercon, Jolly Green Knob…

Faceplant presented photographic evidence of Bring'emYoung’s extracurricular activities, which apparently also included a young local nun. Mr. President somewhat “sheepishly” led a round of singing of “poetry” (sheep being a popular theme in the verses). The GM followed with calling up Bring'emYoung, to thank him for his work on designs for various Run logos, and who finally admitted to the aforementioned activities.

Then it was onto the business of Democratization. The ENVELOPE , with a “Price Watercloset” label, was handed over and the new GM was revealed to be…… PlugNPlay!. The EM’s led the circle in showing their respect and allegiance to the new GM who was wearing a rain coat. Was it in anticipation of the position he was to assume?

The GM PlugNplay first called up former GM Dodic Master, for a splash with generous contributions from the circle, showing their appreciation for his leadership in the previous year. Well, first the circle sang his song in full, then “why are we waiting”, twice, then some more rounds and the former GM tenaciously consumed the “super splash” in its ENTIRITY. The GM then called up the former GM’s: Rawhide….

Finally the GM called up a somewhat groggy previous GM Dodic Master and then asked which way he would like to go – which was, of course, way down south. It was then OnOn to “Prohibition”, until a permanent home is found.

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Run	Date	Time	Hare	Description
1621	May 15, 2002	18:00	DODIC Master	Democratization at DODIC’s Island of Death.

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