MIS-MANAGEMENT
COMMITTEE |
| HASH MASTER |
Mumtaz Amarali |
625-3617 x29436 |
mumtaz98@hotmail.com |
| HASH ASSISTANT |
Pradeep Subrian |
678-2372 |
psubrian@bluewaterstt.com |
| COMMUNICATIONS MINISTER |
Zameer Ali |
678-9172 |
u4ria532@hotmail.com |
| FINANCE MINISTER |
Lorin Paton |
622-5806 (O) |
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| HARELINE |
Salma Khan |
753-8843 |
salmakhan_10@hotmail.com |
SOCIAL DEVELOPMENT MINISTER
Arthur Seebalack
461-5665 |
HEALTH MINISTER
Tiza Matura
683-4848 |
SPORT & YOUTH DEVELOPMENT MINISTER
Martin Griffith
681-9552 |
WORKS & TRANSPORT MINISTER
Ashe Holder |
ARTS & CULTURE MINISTER
Janine Winston |
FOREIGN AFFAIRS MINISTER
Colin Sorias
colinsorias@facebook.com |
INDEPENDENT SENATOR
Betty Agostini |
INDEPENDENT SENATOR
Diane Henderson |
| Website Address: http://poshhh.org |
| RUN DETAILS |
| RUN# |
DATE |
HARES |
SITE |
SCRIBE |
| 806 |
April 28, 2012 |
Nevie, Dookie, Pinny, Reina, Toni, Sandy? Local Hares |
Flanagin Town |
Judas B L |
Hashing . . . it’s a mixture of athleticism and sociability, hedonism and hard work, a refreshing escape from the nine-to-five dweebs you’re stuck with five days a week. Hashing is an exhilaratingly fun combination of running, orienteering, and partying, where bands of harriers and harriettes chase hares on eight-to-ten kilometer-long trails through town, country, and desert, all in search of exercise, camaraderie, and good times.
Hashing began in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, in 1938, when a group of British colonial officials and expatriates founded a running club called the Hash House Harriers. They named the group after their meeting place, the Selangor Club, nicknamed the “Hash House.” Hash House Harrier runs were patterned after the traditional British paper chase. A “hare” was given a head start to blaze a trail, marking his devious way with shreds of paper, all the while pursued by a shouting pack of “harriers.” Only the hare knew where he was going . . . the harriers followed his clues to stay on trail. Apart from the excitement of chasing the hare and solving the clues, reaching the end was its own reward . . . for there, thirsty harriers would find a tub of iced-down beer.
Hashing died out during World War II (Japanese occupying forces being notoriously anti-fun) but picked up in the post-war years, spreading through the Far East, Australia, and New Zealand . . . then exploding in popularity in the mid-70s. Today there are thousands of Hash House Harrier clubs in all parts of the world, with newsletters, directories, and even regional and world hashing conventions.
Hashing hasn’t strayed far from its Kuala Lumpur roots. A typical hash today is a loosely-organized group of 20-40 men and women who meet weekly or biweekly to chase the hare. We follow chalk, flour, or paper, and the trails are never boring . . . we run streets and back alleyways, but we also ford streams, climb fences, explore storm drains, and scale cliffs. And although some of today’s health-conscious hashers may shun cold beer in favor of water or diet sodas, trail’s end is still a celebration and a party.
Most hash events end with a group gathering known as the “Circle”, or less commonly as “Religion”. Led by chapter leadership, the Circle provides a time to socialize, sing drinking songs, recognize individuals, formally name members, or inform the group of pertinent news or upcoming events. Circles may be led by the Chapter Grandmaster, the group’s Religious Adviser, or by a committee.
A “down-down” is a means of punishing, rewarding, or merely recognizing an individual for any action or behaviour according to the customs or whims of the group. Generally, the individual in
question is asked to consume without pause the contents of his or her drinking vessel or risk pouring the remaining contents on his or her head. Individuals may be recognized for outstanding service, or for their status as a visitor or newcomer. Down-Downs also serve as punishment for misdemeanours real, imagined, or blatantly made up. Such transgressions may include: failing to stop at the beer check, pointing with a finger, or the use of real names. Commonly, hashers who wear new shoes to an event can be required to drink from that shoe.
Many chapters include an ice seat or throne as part of the down-down ceremony. Those who are to consume a down-down sit on a large block of ice while they await the completion of the down-down song. If the offence that resulted in the down-down is particularly egregious, the hasher may be subjected to a long song with many verses.
There I was, the exercise part of the proceedings completed, in search of camaraderie and good times when I was approached by the Ass HM, with a look of “if you pay me enough you can get away” on his face saying “You write the trash”. The HM and a few of the chosen were away on some Hash jaunt. Those of us who could not afford to travel were stuck here in Flanagin Town with the Three Stooges, Pinny, Dookie and Nevie. Luckily for us, there was an array of wives and girlfriends, even a psychiatrist, to add sanity and stability to the run.
The first challenge, other than the Hares, was the parking, with Nevie exclaiming “allyuh come too early”. I wasn’t sure if that meant if we came later, the parking would be better and more abundant. After Alastair buss up the tiles in the church driveway, we moved out further down the road, out of the way of the fire and brimstone. Backup even run a line to show that he wasn’t inside the church boundary. Ossifer, O gawd.
After leaving town in the rain, the blistering sun was upon us. The Ass HM called the gathering together and the Hares were introduced, even doggy hare 1,2,3,4 and 5. He made the mistake of letting Nevie give the preamble. Halfway into the run, Nevie was still giving the preamble. The runsite we gathered at was the home of Mr Guiseppi, who was being honoured that day, by the church, for attaing the ripe old age of 80. Later that evening, I would see Mr. Guiseppi returning from the church clutching a box of Johnny. Now, that is d kinda church I want to join!
The trail set off down the road, it was either down the road or up the road. We chose down the road. After two obvious wrong trails, we headed into the bush. The terrain remained similar for most of the run, crossing dry ravines every so often and coming out onto a road or wide open trail. It was basically uphill, downhill, not very original but challenging enough to make it worthwhile. At one point, this had to be the pinnacle, we were treated to some spectacular views. One or two of the ladies were having panic attacks and calling for oxygen. Kim Possible was seen scribbling her last will and testament on a piece of tissue paper. After she emerged about 40 minutes later, barely able to walk, O-Zama was heard mumbling to himself “shucks, it didn’t work”.
Back at the runsite, the beers were cold and the women warm, or was it the other way around. Able bodied Andre was happy to oblige our thirsts. The Ass HM called for the down-downs, hares, virgins….which there were quite a few, a couple new shoes. Poofter nominees, Curtis and Shawna, who are now regular nominees for poofter, Kim Possible, for trying to stay alive with some medical device, Matthew and Rebecca, Matthew went all the way to F T and opted out of the run to buss a track on Rebecca. He really take after his father. You check Nuts and Nesia recently? Like they always in heat….get a room…get a room! The poofter went to Matthew.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, there were a couple birthday celebrations, Wild Woman, Drewmeister and champagne was flowing like water among the cliques. The Guiseppi party was now starting to get going. As the designated driver, I was only allowed 5 more beers. A quick pit stop at Sandeanas with Uncle Bernie, Jimboots and the rest of the posse capped off the evening. ON ON to Vega de O!
Oh what a great time was had by the travelling contingent of POSH3 hashers who participated in the Inter-Caribbean Hash in Grenada. The event was visited by no fewer than 16 countries, though most external to the Caribbean. Our daily bus transport was clearly indicative of the mix, comprising our friends from Germany, Canada, Sweden, USA UK, & 1 Bajan fella. The event was well organized with very good runs, running terrains, food, drinks, food, & more food. Good food that is! We may have done a bit more eating at the run sites than anything else. I’d say the Lambie Waters on Hog Island on the second day took the ‘cake’, but what say for the various mouth-watering dishes at the run sites. Oil down galore, manicou, goat, bar-b-que, steam fish, fried fish, baked fish – true Caribbean flavor!
A run across the causeway at Woburn taking you onto Hog Island started my weekend. This was a 3:00pm run in the hot, hot sun. The parched environment provided no ease early on the run, but soon the temperature relaxed once we got to the mangrove vegetation along the beachfront. Excellent running, save for the heat, and excellent views of the Woburn bay while crossing the causeway. This run culminated in a 4-hour beer stop on Hog Island – something only a hasher of the traditional variety will find accommodating. Talk ’bout fete! – The Trinis wine down the little island – to the accompaniment of the live band (generator in tow) – live Trini soca in ‘no shortage’. Pressure to make it back across to the run site – most hashers clearly lubricated & happy!
Some food, more drinks, a next live band, and the party continued after the run at the marina. Some hashers ready to leave, some not at all! Well done.
Annandale would form the location for the next run – an advertised rum shop crawl. The run started off as any other in Grenada – up a mountain, across the mountain, up again then down – some genuine hashing territory, bush, mud & taking us by the famous Annandale falls. Some 35-40minutes later, out onto the street & back in the village, and greeted by a series of rum shops along the way – with hashers, or as one bar’s signage “Harshers”, invited to stop at they feel. I counted some five bar stops on the way, too frequent to have a beer at each, after a slightly testing run. No On-In here – a true rum shop crawl – just make your way up then down the hill back to the start – Mark’s Sports Bar.
Again we were treated to a very wide selection of food items to fill your plate, for one price. Me, I eat a plate and carry a box back to the hotel! Well if Hog Island was the appetizer, Annandale was the main course – nice party vibes. The rain had over a hundred of so hashers squished in a small area, and is party – everybody shaking a leg…man wining on woman, and you know the rest! Sorry to tear ourselves away from this scene, but more to do.
Saturday’s run could not have been more aptly placed. An hour or so away from Grand Anse would bring us to Resource village, up in the hills, overlooking most of the East coast from the North. A resplendent site!…though an omen to the type of terrain or the difficulty that would greet us. I would easily say close to 200 hashers spread across the site, each having to elect the hash run most suitable to their level of fitness. What say you? – from Slow Walkers trail (30 minutes) to Iron Man (170 minutes) – is your choice – cyar say anybody in Grenada try to kill any hasher. Four of us opted for the Iron Man, with three finishing well within the estimated time. A very testing run the Iron Man, though the terrain was well adapted to most of the other selections. Very good organization of the trails, with clear signage and intersecting paths. The underfoot was slow & achingly technical, with mostly narrow, stony paths, generous portions of mud, and never-ending ascents.
The tiresome run was soothed by a good choice of food, and of course ample beers to relax the mood. Some Trinis set up their own cocktail bar, providing free Tequila & rum shots for the willing hasher. A great site, very challenging run, followed by good food and liming – we couldn’t ask for more. The price of the run was telling, since no Trini made it back out the hotel that night for any On-On-On.
Sunday – the final day – a live beach run on the beautiful Magazine Beach, only 15 minutes away from our hotel. A great site, but daunting to set off running at 2:20pm on a Sunday afternoon to catch two hares. An age old ruse by one hare had the entire pack reversing their direction after only a few minutes. The run took us by and along the airport runway, through some nice terrain around the area. A left at the tethered cow took us on a path back to the beach and the On-In. A pacy run, some 30 odd minutes for the FRBs.
The after lime was no cool-down for the weekend festivities. It was lively, with live band, and DJ, a live comedian, and an encore performance from our own Mystery. It would seem that the Saturday night performance at the hash site was not enough for our guests. The closing ceremony was in true hasher style, with no let up of drunken tributes, naming ceremonies, rebukes and down-downs.
All in all, a great weekend, with too numerous events to recall. I am glad to have been a part of it. Thanks to our POSH3 contingent who made the event so much more enjoyable for all.
THE INTER CARIBBEAN HASH -2012
Hash Correspondent reporting for POSHHH Hash Trash
Dey say it is de Isle of Spice……So we must come and see
Grenadian hashers do it nice …….Dey lay it out for we
Will be five days of hash and fun……Sure to have a good time
This is the Inter Caribbean…..Even the goodies bag say Lime
First day – Westerhall rum factory……Do tour and taste the rum
But Baje had as priority…Caribbean Integration
Change from runners’ to walkers’ trail………Tried his best to tease her
But when Trini show him that he fail……To Canadians he move over
Then down downs Grenadian style……..Sunset Drummers entertain
Is beers Baje buying all the while…….But would it be in vain
Time to leave – Rubber Maid missing…..We searching all about
Noise in bush – like snake hissing……Suddenly she come out
Followed by Bajan Ronnie…….Who really came to track
And whose welcome ceremony…….Leave dry grass all on she back
Day two – to the marina…..And hash to Hog Island
The only thing spectacular…..Bird drop gift in Marguerite’s hand
Free beers and tempo start……”Forward” was the band
Warming up de people heart……Is party in the sand
Then back to the marina….Cool leisurely walk
Burger and chips for dinner….Beers, dancing, ole talk
Day three – go see Ann and Dale fall…..We ent see them, we ent wait
And then to do the Rum Shop Crawl……But we pass dem rum shops straight
Good food at Mark’s Sports Bar……Colin buy two plate
A Trini woman was the star……De soca she demonstrate
Later, Trinis look outa sight…..Ah thought they went to pose
But was to buy Bananas in the night……Yuh know de market was close
Day four was the big one……Some far place called Resource
On somebody plantation…….Dis run go be the boss
Set by Grandad and the devil…….But was just one long hike
To way above sea level…….If that is what you like
Iron Man runners take off first…….With others far behind
The short trails had by far the most…….At least the hares were kind
Trinis up front, ah not surprise…….Ah see Ashe, ah see Dianne
But ah come to realize…….Iron Lady fraid Iron Man
More creole food, oil-dong and ting…….And beers, the finest blend
Jack Iron Rum was suffering………Stag/Carib, 3 for 10
And then at Cobbler’s wish…….Stop at Sherry’s Hot Spot
Real tasty fried fish……But the pepper sauce was hot
Already the last day reach…….Not an exciting thought
Final run at Magazine Beach……So, what shall I report?
The only thing that get meh vex…….Kyah see checks on dem hash
Ah say maybe they thought was cheques…..And didn’t have much cash
In five days ah only count six……..And only one “on-back”
Ah see Elders with walking sticks…….And a man say “whaat de fack”
Then Hash Master meet Hash Mistress……Ah say dis go be good
It might be something not to miss……But Iron Lady laugh at Soft Wood
She say he like to talk and shout…….And so to keep him quiet
She put her nipple in his mouth……That nearly cause a riot
Trini get party animal prize…….Dat ent surprise meh though
And Mystery open many eyes……With his ” Greatest Hash” kaiso
But all good things come to an end……..Five days gone in a flash
Thanks to each new Grenadian friend……For the Inter Caribbean Hash.
From the Office of the Iron Lady
A woman can deal with stress and carry heavy burdens. She smiles when she feels like screaming, and she sings/dances when she feels like crying. She cries when she’s happy and laughs when she’s afraid. Her love is unconditional. There’s only one thing wrong with her. She forgets what she’s worth! Ladies you are beautiful and unique. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
Virgins: Kevin, Phil, Josie, Cherry-Ann, Carl
New Shoes: Josie, Kevin and Sanjay
Happy Birthday: Jasmin, Nevie, Sandra and Nick
Poofter: Mark (numbnuts son) his father brought him to hash but when he heard Rebecca (Alan & Michelle’s daughter) was not running he didn’t run either he stayed with her.
HASH TRAVEL 2012
PANAMA – JUNE 6 – 10, 2012
TT$7930
Wednesday 6th June, 2012 (departure Trinidad 5.58 pm)
Return Monday 11th June, 2012 (departure from Panama 11.58 am)
(check taz (The Iron Lady for details)
Advisory for Run#811 – Down D Islands at Chacachacare on the 23rd June 2012
There will be a cost for the transport at a minimum of TT$50.00/person (adult or child), but with your response with a commitment for that day, will determine the size of boat to be used. The more the merrier, but maximum 180 persons.
Please advise Wahid <lopezwm@yahoo.com>with your commitment by 20th May 2012.
Directions to the next run
Date: May 12, 2012
Time: 3:30p.m.
Hares: Colin
Run Site: To be advised – Check Website
Port of Spain Hash House Harriers (POSH3) 
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