H3M3: Monday’s Run-Emancipate yuhself in Blue Range
Hash Site: Ramnarine’s Car Park, St. Lucian Road
Go to the end of the Diego Martin Highway. Stay in right lane and turn right at the traffic lights onto Wendy Fitzwilliam Blvd towards St. Lucian Road. Turn Left on St. Lucian Road and drive to Blue Range. You will reach the Blue Range sign at the entrance to Blue Range Avenue on the right. Ramnarine is obliquely opposite Blue Range Avenue. Parking in the small car park and along Blue Range Avenue.
Date: Monday 1st August 2011 Time: 5:00pm Dress: Emancipation styles
Departing POS proceed east to Valencia, Sangre Grande and into Manzanilla on East Coast. Drive along the coastal road passing the mouth of Nariva River{the picturesque view of the peninsular where the Nariva River meets the Atlantic Ocean. Yes, Atlantic not Pacific!!!} From this point drive for approx 4km or until you see the HHH sign on the right side where you turn right into Kernahan Village. Follow secondary road and HHH signs to run site at playing field.
Drive time from POS approx 2.5hrs
I remember doing this thing called a HASH quite around Christmas time in 2009 when I leave the country to go an spend a weekend in town by mih cuz. Lo an behold, outta d blue, mih same cuz call mih to say she comin down in d country to run a hash. Well, as I wasn’t doing anything cept laundry an brushing……d grass, I say I will come.
I pull up in mih Galant an park to see ah set ah people in quite varying shapes and sizes. People were bunched in small groups, called cliques, I was told, chatting an doing various types of stretches. Like this could get serious. However, another group was milling about a pick-up having drinks. This was the freeload posse, I was informed. Cool, I say, it cyah be that serious after all.
Just then, an old, gray-haired, under-nourished looking man in a Velcro dhoti, approached me saying he was seeking a man of letters and enlightenment. I thought it was one of those TV game shows so I asked if he wanted a B, C or L or if he wanted to buy a vowel? I then found out that this was the Mahashma and he was in charge. I was given penance of 2000 words for my apparent rudeness.
Mahashma then called for a gathering of the un-enlightened, how I know this is because he said “gather round all you un-enlightened”. This was done with the aid of his air thingy, luckily for us, it was not with his other thingy! He welcomed the gathering and five lovely ladies were called forward, they, supposedly, would give us guidance during the afternoon’s proceedings. One nice, classy lady, the spokesperson, stepped forward and informed us that there would be no hills, no mud, no snakes and a whole long list of noes. As it turned out, this nice, classy lady was a BIG, FAT, LIAR!
So the trail set off up the hill. Daniella was seen standing around like she lost her puppy, actually, she had misplaced her Marlon so, we decided to wait with her, not wanting anything bad to happen to her while she was waiting alone. I can tell you it was well worth the wait, no silly, not for Marlon, seeing Daniella set off on the run!
The first check was at an intersection, not a Y more like a chicken foot, the correct trail went up the middle toe of the chicken foot. A guy named Mcgee whispered to me “follow me, the Hares telling me the correct trails”. So I decided to stick with this Mcgee fella but was then told by another that I stood the risk of coming in the following morning if I stayed with McGee. I found he was moving pretty fast. So I was on my own again. The trail really had no hills, it was just ONE hill which we were looping in and around. This one hill seemed to be a task for some of the less athletic. Apparently the Adams family were on the run, Morticia didn’t run but was rumoured to be in close phone contact in case there was a bagel emergency. One of the little bagels was seen palpitating not far into the run and then at varying stages of the run.
Up and up we went, whenever we thought this had to be the summit, up again we went. Finally we were on a downhill stretch only to see those ahead coming back.” No, no, no follow me” said one of the ladies from the start, the one with the big mouth and small chest, “this is the correct way”. After we ran another quarter mile downhill it was back up the hill from whence we came. “$%*^#@&%” expleted the BMSC lady. Four of the five ladies who were supposed to be giving us guidance and were supposed to be at a certain place at a certain time, were nowhere to be seen. They were eventually found sipping on some dated Miller Lite off the beaten track. Some of the others also stopped to enjoy a brew but not the competitive front runners. I was being filled in that apparently the hash is now like a race with a few assholes who consider themselves top runners, fighting for position at the front. My informant was telling me that when these guys have completed 26.2, then they could talk. “The real heroes” he said “are Mahasma, Harold, Gerry, Betty, Joanne, Lil Jo, Mags even Zam just to name a few.”
The trail went on, meandering on and off the main trail, at least we were now on the downhill side. One or two more cock-ups with the trail saw some having to cross an X to get to the ON IN which was on the inside of the gated property opposite to the start of the run. All in all a good workout.
Back at the runsite the beers were cold and the ladies HOTT or was it the other way around? The cliques continued cliquing and the freeloaders continued freeloading.Then it was Mahasma with his air thingy again. He first called for the Hares. “Oh look, it’s those ladies we haven’t seen since the start of the run cept for one of them” someone exclaimed. We all sang a song and they drank it all down. Then there were the virgins (We’ve got virgins, we’ve got virgins, at our hash, at our hash, gonna get them drunked up, gonna get them fucked up, up the ass down the hatch) who all lined up for the only free drink they will ever get from the hash. Mahasma then called for new shoes. Karina, who was a virgin was apparently set up by her sister Shira to wear new shoes. I could just see Shira telling her “wear new shoes, wear new shoes!”
Then came the poofter, it was by unanimous decision that the BMSC lady be given the poofter for running the entire pack quarter mile down the wrong trail. She disrobed with her back facing the crowd (she actually looks better from the back!) and took her down down.
The crowd milled about for a while after drinking out the remaining kegs. It was then off to Sandeanna’s for a Couva roti. You can’t go quite Couva and not have a Sandeanna’s roti. Oh no, there is that BMSC lady again, now quite drunk, stealing roti off of everybody’s plate.
ON ON.
Oh what a lovely run it was, well set, good length, and perfect for meditation. Well done Hares!
As Hash Master one of the most difficult things to do is to time the down downs just right, too early and its too boring (the crowd is too sober) and too late the crowd doesn’t listen(too drunk). This what happened last hash when I called it too late and lost control of the mob. When it was time for the Poofter nomination no one would listen to misdeeds of Marlon or of the Adams Family, they just kept shouting for Betty in spite of the fact she did nothing wrong. Sorry Betty Boobs but I have been the victim of Mob rule myself.
A Truckload of Virgins: Berequelle, Elias, Raquel, Marlon, Kenwyne, Neerupa, Gail , Praveen, Sebastin, Meagan, Jade, Stacey, Paulina, Lindy, Jackie, Brad, Rene and Karina.
New Shoes: (Virgins got set up???) Sebastin and Karina.
Tobago
This year Tobago is going to be BIG. Very BIG. It is going to be known as THE TOBAGO MONSTER BALL and so far we have a large foreign contingent coming. I have confirmation that forty one are coming from Suriname , twenty from Barbados ( thanks to Red Jet) ,Four from Guyana.So this means that you have to book your place with the Hash early.All deposits are to be paid to Taz or myself a minimum of $500. and the final cost must be paid by the end of August. ON ON . Oh where art thou enlightenment?
Hash Lingo
Virgins take note of the meaning of these signs!!!
While on the trail CALL “ON ON” when you see bits of shredded paper/flour! It helps those behind/possibly lost hashers.
“O” – check for the correct trail!
“X” – you’re on the wrong trail! Go back to the check point and start again.
“ON PASS” – to pass someone on the trail.
“ON BACK” – on the wrong trail, you may have reached an “X“….turn back to the check point “O“.
“On OFF” – you’re off the correct trail.
When you are almost in you would see: “ON IN” pointing to the correct direction.
For those who can’t keep up with the ‘3F’s’ (FIT, FAST AND FURIOUS) pack then just go with the ‘Backpackers’ (SMART) pack who just let them do all the work.>
DIRECTIONS TO THE NEXT RUN #785
Date: August 06, 2011
Time: 3:30 p.m Hares: Ivan Charles RunSite: Kernahan Village, Manzanilla Directions:
Virgin territory – Kernahan Village:
Departing POS proceed east to Valencia, Sangre Grande and into Manzanilla on East Coast. Drive along the coastal road passing the mouth of Nariva River{the picturesque view of the peninsular where the Nariva River meets the Atlantic Ocean. Yes, Atlantic not Pacific!!!} From this point drive for approx 4km or until you see the HHH sign on the right side where you turn right into Kernahan Village. Follow secondary road and HHH signs to run site at playing field. Drive time from POS approx 2.5hrs.
I arrived at Piarco just after the advertised 3:00 a.m. check in only to find empty counters with no CAL staff. Corky and Debbie arrived at the same time, and Corky proceeded to the LIAT counter where he was begging to get onto the flight. This, after the lady in front of him checked in 40 bags and he was told that there was no room for him on the plane as a result. After extensive pleading, he was finally let on as the 41st piece of luggage and duly tagged “BGI” and put into the hold.
Sleepy-eyed hashers started arriving in numbers around 3:45 .m. and proceeded to the Food Court for coffee after checking in. I sat at the bar at Royal Castle hoping to encourage someone to join me in a beer, but there were no takers. We eventually boarded at about 5:30 a.m. after stocking up on vital supplies of Vodka etc. from the Duty Free Shops, and we were off.
We were greeted at Grantly Adams Airport by members of the BH3 bearing coolers of cold beers……I mean Banks, which were duly consumed while pleasantries were exchanged. Buses were then boarded and we headed off to the Gap.
Check-ins done, and rooming arrangements sorted out, most of us headed to our rooms to deposit luggage before heading for breakfast, or in some cases, drinks…..all with the exception of the Blundens and Harold and Lindy who got their rooms some time later.
Meanwhile, hotel Staff was busy preparing the honeymoon suite for Eric (see picture attached).
Eric's honeymoon suite preparation
We never did find out who the other occupant was, but Tim seemed to spend a lot of time in Eric’s room, so one can only wonder.
Breakfast taken care of, the masses settled down in the Almond Tree Bar and indulged in some beverages. Here we met the likes of Cappy, Randal, Mossy and Dookie who were already at it.
Early drinking at the Almond Tree Bar
Most of us stayed until run time in the afternoon.
Thursday’s run, set by Roger Hart and Randal Lyon was a live one starting at the hotel and ending a short distance away at the Crystal Waters Bar (no relation to Blue Waters). We set off with a left turn up through the Gap to the main road. Here we meandered in and out of the neighborhood and even managed to go through some bush before losing the flour. Meanwhile, American tourist, Jessica, was off on her afternoon run and encountered the Hashers. She was invited to join us by Ivan ….she then became a permanent fixture for the weekend, doing all three runs.Somewhere along the line, Zam, Betty and Hanif, who arrived at the Hotel as the run was leaving, joined the run. The flour was eventually found, and the run continued with the ON IN along the beach.
A good run, just the way I like them on an overseas trip when drinking takes precedence over running …short. The Bajan HM, Haul Ass, was in first on the correct trail with Ivan literally on his heels.The festivities then began with the beer (and also Banks) in abundance. Down downs done and sandwiches eaten, some of us left to shower and change and explore the St. Lawrence nightlife.
Thursday night’s action for the occupants of Room 301- Colin, Creole and Gerry, (minus Zam) began with some beverages in the room before heading out to Café Sol, timing the 10 p.m.to midnight Happy Hour to perfection. From here, the party then moved a couple doors down with the two chicks from Café Sol (Elizabeth and Andrea) in tow, where there was a band launch/promotion with some good old soca. We met the honeymoon couple, Eric and Tim here and continued liming, returning to the hotel around 3:30 a.m. Sometime after that, it is said that Colin had an argument with the closet door in his sleep and it came to blows. Colin lost the fight.
Day 2: Run #781
I awoke and went to check Eric and have a vodka or three before heading downstairs for breakfast. Here I met Ash and Mahashma and family partaking of the fare. I was told that due to some pre-Carnival Parade, the Gap will be closed off and as a result, Hash pick-up time would be earlier. After breakfast, as a result of the reduced drinking time, I headed back upstairs for a few drinks to prime up for the day. Most of the day was spent hanging around poolside or at the Almond Tree with some of the hash ladies heading into town to max out the credit cards.
At the appointed hour, the buses arrived and we piled in and headed for the site. Today’s run was going to be set in Holetown on the West Coast, and in Barbados, this would have been considered to be a long drive. We arrived at the site, set on a beach which looked so inviting that I decided to skip the run which was set by Martin, Zam and the semi-Bajan, Dookie. It was advertised as a live run and they only required a three minute head start.The Bajans present couldn’t believe that they could set a run with only a three minute start, but knowing the character (Dooks), I knew that he had something up his sleeve to make up for the lack thereof up his pants.
The Hares took off with the pack close on their heels. Within six minutes or so, they were back inside, confirming my thoughts that they set a couple hundred yards live and then hid somewhere and came back in.
Not having done the actual run, I cannot give details of what transpired, but in the meantime, the rest of us at the beach, Hares included, headed into the water with our beverages to wait for the pack to return.
Soon enough, they were spotted coming up the beach with one lone Bajan….the local big runner Roger Hart languishing in fifth place, tongue hanging out of his mouth behind the likes of Harperman, Colin Creole Ivan, Betty, etc. The rest of the front pack boasting some strange names (literally) like The Frigging Ass, NumbNuts, Kawasaki 1300 etc. So, the score (for those keeping score) was Barbados-1, Trinidad-1.
The Bajans seem to like to “win” the Hash, and so too, some of the newer members of the POSH3 such as Creole and Harperman. In fact the boasting about first place got so intense, that Creole proudly boasted that besides being one of the FFF on the hash, he was also the reigning T&T champ in Jam Totie For Butternut, a title he has held unbroken for some 17 years or so, dating back to his days with Dr. Hyde, Pual Richards & The Professionals and Franco. No one was willing to challenge him. Word is that this will be an Olympic sport in 2012, with Dr. Hyde as president of the TTJTA, Anil Roberts as coach and Creole, the headline athlete representing T&T.
Guys…..you don’t “win” the hash, it’s not a race!
Soon, everyone was frolicking in the water, hoping that the last one in will bring a round of beers with them when they enter. Eventually, the rain which had been threatening came, with people scrambling to get their bags to the safety of vehicles.
The down downs got underway, with Mahashma at the controls. Down downs for the hares, virgin Jessica and Harper and Shawna on their knees. I’m not too clear on the reason for this one.
Drinks flowed and hot corn soup was served, which went well with the cold falling rain.
After the corn soup, came the main course of rice and stewed wild meat…..you had to hunt for your meat, and depending on where you stood to eat, you got a big serving of gravy courtesy of the rain. A bunch of Hashers took over one of the local residents’ porch, making it their dining room.
Food finished, drinks consumed, we boarded the buses and headed back to the hotel. As usual, the picong started, and it seemed that our bus was the headliner bus, with Corkie, Ivan and Gerry in full bloom. Seems as though most of the picong was directed at Harperman though, with Shawna having to come to his rescue by pleading with the hecklers to stop after a particularly heavy blow on Harperman from Corkie. For most of us, that was the last we saw of them as they retired to their room for the rest of the night, never to be seen again and heading out while everyone was still asleep and boarding a plane back to Trinidad. Shame on you Corkie!!
Later back at the hotel, folks headed out for dinner and poolside for drinks while the party people headed out to Mc Brides, Café Sol and Ship Inn. A bunch of us decided to head to Oistins to partake in the Friday night fish fry. After dinner, the Oistins posse hung around for a while taking the scene, not unlike Sunday School in Tobago, before heading off to the line dancing and ball room dancing segments. Me, I was bored, so I headed back to the Gap where I stopped off at Café Sol for a couple. Things were quiet, so I stopped briefly at Mc Brides, but since everyone was still in Oistins, I headed back to my room to kill some time with a few drinks before going back out. That was not to be as I fell asleep.
RUN DETAILS
RUN#
DATE
HARES
SITE
SCRIBE
782
June 25, 2011
Brian Dookie/ BH3
Mt Hillaby
Tall Dark & Havesome
Day 3: Run #782
This was the day after Day two and the day after the night at Oistins. Oistins Fish Festival is an experience. A maxi load of us had gone there the Friday night and partook of fish all styles and then took in the entertainment, planned and unplanned. The highlight of the unplanned was Tweety trying to learn the electric slide. At midnight we toasted the birthday of an original member of the DICKS. Now let me take this opportunity to correct a misconception. The Group that use the alias Big Dicks is really a cover version of the original Dicks. The original Dicks were so named, by me as it was the first initial of a group that used to set runs. Sadly the ‘K’ Kenneth ‘KC’ Collins passed away and Ian no longer hashes, so we are left with the D and the C. Work it out.
Saturday morning saw Hashers heading into Bridgetown and Broad St. to shop and drink beers. The shopping crew suprise surprise were females except for the odd male who had to take something ho,e for the wife/girlfriend and the drinking crew were males. Work it out.
Very soon it was two o’clock and time to leave for the run. The transport was not enough and the birthday boy had to sit on the floor of one of the maxis, while the over the hill cyclist opted not to go. This over the hill cyclist has only displayed some talent at football while at cycling and other sports there is not much evidence of talent. I digress.
The ride on our maxi was punctuated by much picong and shit talk until we got to the run site which surprise surprise was on a hill. Yes Barbados does have some inclines, the highest of them being Mt. Hillaby I think. Now I was not suprised at this as this brought back memories of 1997 which was the last time we had an overseas in Barbados. The Bajans who frequented Trinidad in the 1995 to 1997 period always complained whenever we had a Hash that took them either our Northern of Central Range so in 1997 they also took us up to Mt Hillaby but from the other side.
We arrived at approximately 2:50 pm or 1450 hrs only to be told that the run starts at 4:00 pm or 1600hrs. One hour of waiting around meant one hour of shit or as the Bajans say shite talk. Four hashers were not particularly interested in the shite talk so they promptly decided to clean some shite.
The house used at the run site had dogs. One dog had a long chain and the others were in Kennels. The kennels were a bit on the small side and on closer examination it was found that one of the kennels housed 2 dogs. This kennel seemed cramped with the two dogs and further investigation revealed that the dogs shite had not been cleaned for some time. So to the rescue came four professional shite cleaners. Jacqueline got the hose and sprayed and sprayed but the shite would not move. Then Vin got a broom but shite still did not move. Then came Smithy with a cutlass and he cut the shite out. This process had an ample audience when Daphne intervened with a disinfectant. They also gave the dogs a bath.
Eventually the run started and after a short grassy bit we hit the road up an incline down an incline and up another incline. The Trinis tried their best to get accustomed to the 3 dot on system and managed to be in the lead or near the front. The best of the Bajan runners were there and thereabouts but they were not in the lead very often.
The run the left the road and went up the backside of Mt. Hillaby. Some where on Mt. Hillaby we came upon Dookies bar system with I thing 8 dots. This meant that you had to go back 8 dots and find an off trail. So there were we running and counting. This only revealed what we knew all along. Dookie cannot count. We then descended the mount and came to the road and a beer stop or sorry make that a “Banks’ stop. Following this stop the trail went off road again. This time the pack was lead by Ivan who picked up the right trail. We soon returned to the road and the ON IN. Please note that the hash is not a race and there is no rivalry between the Trini and Bajan Hashers. However suffice to say that Trinis were first in and we cut the Bajans behind good and proper.
At the down downs the Bajan RI performed his rituals and found a number of TriniHashers guilty of misdemeanors. A male Exhashmaster said he had onlyf one misdemeanor. That is sex. The more he miss the meaner he gets. So if you see him acting mean you now know why. After the Bajan RI and Hm went through their rituals inclusive of a ‘Jack Warner’ award, it was time for the Mahashma. For a married man he “handled’ himself well. The saying goes, when in Rome do as the Romans so we changed it to when Barbados do as the Bajans so we produced an RI and a chinee one at that. No it was not Harold. And so it came to pass that that the chine RI outshone the Bajan RI and took less time to do so. Then came Ass Hm in a nurse’s outfit to promote safe sex and distribute condoms.
So the lime went and food was eaten and drinks imbibed until the transport was ready. We made our way back to the hotel and the a group all decked out went to a back in times at McBrides.
RUN DETAILS
DATE
HARES
SITE
SCRIBE
June 25, 2011
Chris Valdez/Ricky/Marlene
La Sargesse Rd., Santa Cruzy
Left Behind
Abandoned by our Leader a group of about 60 hashers gathered in Santa Cruz for what was dubbed “The Alternate Run”. Why abandoned you ask??? Well it would seem the Hash Master and Hash Cash in their infinite dental wisdom advised Andre, the Beer man that his services were NOT required for this run. In addition to which the On-Sec never posted the directions to this run. For those of us not in with the in-crowd the motley crew of Keith, Chris and Ricky thankfully stepped up!
So there we were milling about with no sign of any Hares. Lots of new faces. In the absecnce of any Blue Waters representative Dasani ruled the roost. The fair weather Blue Waters friends showed themselves; disparaging remarks like “I doh have a contract with dem” and “water is water yes” were heard. Eggy, Pradeep check me after for a full list of infringements.
Ricky finally arrived still no sign of Chris, and Richard Marlay took centre stage. Instructions were given including putting money in Teheli”s kitty for the beer. Given her new and improved physique I can assume she got a lot of takers. Ricky renamed the Hash the ”Bald Hash” since it was Hareless and we were off.
Now every run we have done in this area that steep hill on the right has never been a correct trail…yet the entire run started up only to be turned back yet again by an x. off to the right and everyone was on. Chris eventually materialized mumbling something about having been lost- strange coming from a man who lives 200m from the Hash site. Up a hill, down the Maracas trail, past the Orisha site, more ups and downs and finally past the two on-in”s. The Hares must have been particularly pleased to have caught David Morand with every single false trail. A run well done. Other noteworthy events were Doon who rode over the Maracas trail to the Hash and Vidya who ran wearing gloves…go figure.
I left before the down downs but I am sure the lime continued even without the in-crowd. Thanks again to everyone who made the run a success.
ON ON to Gran Couva.
The Overseas Hash is always a big hurdle to cross for any Hash Master. It takes alot of planning and so the Barbados trip has come and gone without any major slip ups. It is a load off my mind. I have to thank my Hash Ass for filling in the details as usual and for carrying all the t-shirts to Barbados. I really do have the best Hash Ass ever. Also many thanks to Pradeep for sponsoring the water, monster and some liquor. It seems everyone had a good time. The comradely was great and also a special thank you for Brian Dookie who was instrumental in organizing the runs.
The next step on the calendar is Tobago . The dates are Thursday 27th October to Sunday 31st October. This is going to be the Tobago Monster Weekend.
Note. Everyone will book their own travel arrangements, and I will advise you to do so early.
I have not worked out the final price as yet, but it will be a little more than last year’s. The prices of drinks have gone up. The prices will be in the next trash.
As far as enlightenment is concerned it could not be found in Barbados, even though I listened to every word of wisdom from the Religious Advisor. The search continues.
Richard’s Rubbish
Another year, another Overseas Hash, and for those fortunate enough to be counted amongst the YOUNG ONES, another Alternate Run to the Overseas. We had a very large turnout of young people, apparently all the ‘Old Farts’ went to Barbados. The run was well set by Ricky, Chris and Marlene, and a great time was had by all. Thanks to Keith, Teheli, and Andre (Beerman) for helping to make the Hash a successful one.
Poofter Nominees: Mike Hale – Sitting on an ‘X’ while calling “On On” to the pack.
Vidya Bachan – For wearing gloves to for protection on the trail.
Jordana – For being a Virgin and not speaking up.
Marc Nunes – For taking the women and the ‘VIRGIN JORDANA’ away before the Down-Downs and attempting to drive his car through the crowd during the Down-Downs.
Winner: Marc Nunes
Hash Lingo
Virgins take note of the meaning of these signs!!!
While on the trail CALL “ON ON” when you see bits of shredded paper/flour! It helps those behind/possibly lost hashers.
“O” – check for the correct trail!
“X” – you’re on the wrong trail! Go back to the check point and start again.
“ON PASS” – to pass someone on the trail.
“ON BACK” – on the wrong trail, you may have reached an “X“….turn back to the check point “O“.
“On OFF” – you’re off the correct trail.
When you are almost in you would see: “ON IN” pointing to the correct direction.
For those who can’t keep up with the ‘3F’s’ (FIT, FAST AND FURIOUS) pack then just go with the ‘Backpackers’ (SMART) pack who just let them do all the work.>
DIRECTIONS TO THE NEXT RUN #784
Date: July 23, 2011
Time: 3:30 p.m
Hares: The Bush Whackers
RunSite: Morne Diablo
Directions:
If you already know how to get to Penal, go to the 2nd paragraph. If not, read on…
Proceed south along the Uriah Butler Highway to the end of the Solomon Hochoy Highway. Veer left at the end of the highway to get to S.S. Erin Road. Turn right at the 1st traffic light onto the M2 Ring Road. Go straight ahead to a T-intersection next to a housing development. Turn right and continue along the M2 Ring Road. At the 2nd traffic light, turn left onto the S.S. Erin Road into Debe. Follow the main road to an intersection and traffic light next to Penal Medical Associates. Continue along S.S. Erin Rd which runs between Winter St and Ramjohn St into Penal.
Follow HHH signs. Turn left at KFC in Penal (opposite the Penal Police Station) onto Penal Rock Road. Follow road for approximately 6km. Turn right at the NP Gas Station (Morne Diablo Fishing Facility sign). Follow the road to the run site.
MAXI will be organized once there are enough bookings, if interested submit your names to ASHA SAITH (310-0085/637-1844). Price depends on the amount of persons booked so book early, cost will follow.
L-R Standing: 1. Randal Lyon, 2. Arthur Seebalack, 3. Peter “Popcorn” Alcorn, 4. David Esdale, 5. Gary Darwent, 6. Lorin Paton, 7. Mike Mc Gee, 8. John Francis Townend, 9. Gerry Soogrim, 10. Roy Purvus, 11. Dean Nieves
L-R Kneeling: 12. Hanif Hanif Kassam, 13. Chris Valdez, 14. Derek De Freitas, 15. Dennis Simon Voison, 16. Alan Girod, 17. Keith Nieves (Absent: HM Abel Coelho)
Port of Spain Hash House Harriers (POSH3) 
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