Calvary

It was another fabulous hash trail through the jungles of Trinidad. As the sun was rising, and through the early morning hours, we all were a bit concerned if we were going to get out of town to the trail. Seems there was a bit of a scuffle in the ville with reports of a shooting, and even a double shooting last night. Traffic was backed up for miles, but just as if G himself was watching, traffic cleared out, and with 10 busses fully loaded, we were off to the countryside for some hashing bliss.

Once we had all assembled, and our hares explained what was in store for us, we set off splashing through the shallow stream at the start. After about 300 meters, the cry of ON BACK was heard, and we all turned around to splash our way back down the stream. Turning left, and uphill (for the runners), trail made its way to the top of what would be many peaks in the area. After this bit, we made our way back down to the stream to meet up once again with the walker’s trail where things got a bit jumbled up for a bit. But soon the walker’s were called aside to allow the runner’s to have their way.

Circling around behind some houses, trail soon buried itself into the jungle for the next couple miles, finding the top of a couple more peaks, before making its way to the beer stop. From there, it was all smooth sailing into the finish, where the walker’s had already assembled, and polished off a good share of the beer. The runners continued to fill up the park, as the line grew for the food that was provided with the transportation. Just as the circle commenced, the word started to circulate that the beer had run out . . . so a quick scout team was rallied to head out into the local community to gather up some more beer to keep the pack happy and make the circle. While we waited, two lovely women entered the circle to shake shake, shake your body now, shake shake your body now . . .

Still waiting for the beer to arrive, hashers where called in to sing the song of their country, and we had several great songs to entertain the pack, until . . . a pick up truck flashed its lights, the circle parted, and 10 cases of beer appeared . . . and just like that . . . circle OVER. Drowning their thirst, the pack quickly demolished all 10 racks, and were sent up the hill to catch busses back to town . . . or to the ON ON ON. Most went to the ONONON and danced their booties off until it was time to head back to town . . . fully sated with trail, food, and beer . . . and late night entertainment. All that was left was hanging out in the Hilton Bar until well after midnight. Another day of hashing completed, on a fabulous trail on the wonderful island of TRINIDAD. Many thanks to the hares, and the whole POSH3. On On

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