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For Any Occasion:

For A Very Special Occasion:

Last Week’s Notes:

Under light snow flurries our pack met just below a temple and above the Seoul Arts Center reminding several us of a similar run almost exactly one year ago.

This week's Hare was Jolly Green Knob. As the clock approached 3:00 PM, he was joined by BaliHite, LeperCon, TwinCheeks, Rover, Ammo, Nasty Bumpo, and long-lost Sir Lostalot.  Later Capt Marvel arrived.

GM Plug and Play sent along his regrets but earlier in the day he was made an EM of the Yongsan Hash and thereby physically incapable of fulfilling his normal duties.  Given this development, once again the HonSec ended up holding the pan as the run's GP and calling the circle.

Ammo gave a blast on the Hash Horn and BaliHite was made Stand-in Wingee by acclamation.  Following his splashing, the Hare was called up to explain the trail.

Jolly Green announced there would be no Stairway to Heaven this run but there would be 4~5 checks.  The trail was marked in orange chalk.

The Trail:

The OnOut was due east - the opposite direction of the OnIn of last spring's run at the same location.  The trail took us up a short elevation to a ridge and then plunged down the hillside and eventually out on to the main road that runs by the front of the Seoul Arts Center.  Crossing the major road, we ran along the sidewalk and down under a pedestrian underpass and up and on-on through a urban stretch until we came a park that is opposite of the Seoul Arts Center.  Up on to the ridge and then down again and crossing back across the main road only to climb up the mountain behind the Arts Center.

Heading east along the mountain trail, the pack plunged back down and OnIn to the Circle with the sound of the Hash Horn and the tooting of a wooden train whistle.

The now hungry (and thirsty) hounds found themselves in for a special treat.  Our Hare had really out done himself by whipping up a giant batch of Thai chicken curry served  with fluffy long-grain rice.  Jolly Green's reputation as one of the Hash's great chefs was only enhanced by the occasion.  The general consensus was that the grub was great even though it technically did not fall within the Hash's Essential Three Food Groups: Fast, Frozen and Fried. 

            Returnee Sir Lostalot

The Circle:  

Followed by another blast by the Hash Horn, the GP remembered this time to start with the Hash Benediction - properly performed by Capt Marvel in lieu of the absent EMs.  The GP then motioned the Hare up and asked for comment on the trail

The various Pints of Order mentioned the  a trail well marked. However, we recognized once again that whenever the trail runs through an urban area it is important to double the frequency of trail marks.  TwinCheeks and LeperCon bringing up the tail of the pack got a bit disoriented due to the urban clutter that urban stretched of overall excellently marked trail. Remarkably the pack was able to stay on trail trail - more or less.

With that, the GP asked the Hare who was the asshole who preceded all other assholes, to which Jolly Green replied in terms of the first one in from running a complete trail, the honor went to Sir Lostalot.

About that time a Korean man in traditional garb looked down at the group from the above parking lot and inquired, "Party?"  The pack smiled back and turned away to ignore him.  Shortly afterwards Capt Marvel rejoined the circle following a short errand to remark that the Korean man said he was going to call the police.

We returned our attention to our lost hasher from Kansas who was with us once again after two years.  To show our appreciation for his remarkable come-back performance, we splashed him.

The GP asked if there were any recently Paid-Up Guests.  To which Ammo scurried about trying to fish out W10,000 while his son, Nasty Bumpo, stepped forward to deliver a joke and to be splashed.  When the call went out for Returning Hounds, father Ammo took his son's position to sing an almost complete song for which he was splashed.  Finally, belatedly recognizing that Sir Lostalot also qualified in this regard, the GP brought him up once again to sing a song and to be splashed yet one more time following his passing on regards to the Pack from Ultraman, also stationed in Kansas.  This time our Returnee emptied the pan with a flick of the wrist (un?)intentionally sending beer in all directions.  The GP then called himself up since he had been absent the prior weekend in the company of his Korean customers in Manhattan, New York where he was constantly frustrated in his quest for a decent kosher deli by their constant demands to be fed Korean food and soju. He then delivered a joke with a poorly rehearsed punch line and splashed himself for his feeble efforts.

The GP then called up for any Newly Paid-up Hashers - and fortunately there there were none since the Hash Cash was absent for this Holiday run.

Rover was called up to perform only to admit he had not prepared so he sang one verse of the "S&M Man" and was dismissed with a splash.

About this time we spied a police car with flashing lights that let out a siren's scream just before coming to a stop.  Out bounced two policemen - a senior  and a junior with Junior blowing his whistle for good measure.  Immediately valuable Becks Dark was poured on the smoldering flames.

As the two policemen approached the pack of sheepish men standing around the steamy, hissing coals, the younger cop asked if anyone spoke Korean.  "No! No! No!" went our Hash Chorus.  Turning to BaliHite, the cop asked, "Do you speak Korean?" to which our Hash Chorus proclaimed, "He's Japanese!"  Junior then explained in English that fires were illegal and could start a fire due to the dry conditions - discounting the snowy surroundings.  We all agreed that he was right and we would not have a fire there anymore.  Junior then asked, "Where are you from?"  To which one of the hounds replied, "Ohio!"  Turning to the rest, Junior repeated the question to which the Hash Chorus replied, "Not Ohio!"  Realizing that a meaningful dialogue was doubtful, Junior turned away and in passing suggested to LeperCon to be careful with his cigar as it could start a forest fire.  To which our GP flicked his stogie ash on to smoldering coals and with a nod of the hed acknowledged his agreement.

Returning to serious business, TwinCheeks was called up to deliver a joke and Capt Marvel to give us his news updates that included announced plans to upgrade Seoul's red-light districts and a review how foreigners were once again misunderstanding Korea by literally taking the omnipresent "Fuck America" messages as being anti-American. He also gave us a summary of two eight-minute phone conversations he had with Kimchee Marine while out on trail.

By now the temperature had really dropped and the Pack was turning restless looking down in the dark at our doused fire.  The GP  felt it was now high time to ask someone which way to go and brought up Sir Lostalot for assistance.  Snffing in all directions our hound pointed over his head and said he felt like going Way Down South and soon we were OnOn to the Mia Fiore in Itaewon. 

                  Wingee Sir Lostalot