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From the Archives – Antigua Overseas 1994

14 Jul


Antigua Overseas 1994 – Dickinson Bay

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)

Trash – Inter-Caribbean Hash 1995

12 May

Inter-Caribbean Hash 1995

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  • DATE:   APRIL 29 1995

On registration day, April 28th, we finally settled in to our hotel rooms at the Normandie, Alicia’s, Halyconia, etc. After some
F ups in the allocation of our accommodation, we were given
our instructions to meet the buses at the Carib Rugby Club (wherever that was) for our Hash on April 29th. It’s a good thing the overseas Hashers in their walk to the Carib Rugby Club did not follow the direction of the traffic around the Savannah (known as the World’s Largest Round-about”) as they would have developed a new Hash for the day.

The Clan of Hashers from overseas – Antigua, Bangkok, Caracas, Glasgow, Grenada, New York, Florida and St vincent (none from Barbados – poor souls) numbering about 40, were hoarded into the buses ;(with beer of course) along with the POS H3 Hashers also in cars where we were outnumbered another approximately 80 journeying to our first site in the wilderness of Longdenville which was about an hour’s drive from Port of Spain, heading south-east into the hills of Central Trinidad. About 15 minutes from the site through rough terrain, we encountered our first fear as the drive continued through a sand road with numerous trucks loaded with sand passing us along the way. It then dawned on us that we were either nearing a beach or, as it was hinted, we were entering the famous Longdenville Sand Pit – as we observed on arrival endless hills of sand, sand, sand and more sand!

Sad to say smiles from the local Hashers and surrounding residents and truckers greeted us as if to indicate something cynical was in store for us!

After instructions at 3:15pm from the two sets of Hares informing us that there were two separate trails – one for two hours and the other just over an hour take your choice. Conservatively, like all the Antiguan Hashers, I took the shorter run. Anyway, we were off, and almost immediately the first fear came to pass as we had to climb one of these sand mounds slipping and sliding and accumulating tons of sand in the shoes, socks, face, pants … and the cussing started ….Joan nearly gave up at that point, but thanks to Claire who gave her a rear push up consolation, on-on we continued down into the deep sand pit where the cussing and shouting continued only to be faced by two of the Hares, after being lost for a while with no flour as the tracks had covered the trail, in the distance on the flat of a steep sand hill they were waiting to pull us up to the top as there was no other access. Then through the Cashew and Orange estates where we were warned that if we touched the fruit it would be straight jail. I had to advise one of my colleagues, Celia, who was in front of me, closely followed by Scott, not on her trail, as she appeared extremely anxious to prove her agility on her first run in Trinidad, to avoid touching the fruit while running. Meanwhile we continued our way through the scenic orange estates up one or two hills, and after sighting the On-In sign, then across the sand again and back to Base. A good run which perhaps could have been a little longer, despite the heat and humidity which was about 97%. Naturally we were soon cooling down with soda water, sodas and of course Carib beers followed by the spicy Indian delicacy known as “doubles” guaranteed to make your taste buds shake and give you good relief the next morningl After sadly hearing on the radio that West Indies were catching their A., against the Australian bowlers, we were back to the buses, out of the sand dunes and back to Carib Rugby Club and our hotels and guest houses, in preparation for an excellent dinner at the Club and a delightful floor show put on by the Indian Tassa Drummers and their “winer” girls, not to be outdone by the energetic Latin American Trini Hasher, Flor, who seemed bent on outdoing the professional artists, much to the delight of the overseas hashers. Then a great skit was put on by POS H3, imitating their colleagues peculuarities. The Hash Master, Betty Boobs, took the cake for her imitation of Roy Flurves, alias “Pervejrt”, who we must congratulate for organizing the great Inter-Caribbean Hash which is obviously here to stay. Thanks also to all the POS Hashers who ably assisted. The activities continued late into the night with D.J., dancing and more and more beer! For the records, the Antiguan Hashers who went to Trinidad were Joan, Claire, David Pedden, Celia, Scott, Marlon, Alice, Steve Kissoon and myself.

Also thanks to the POS H3 Hashers for the excellent Hash Magazine giving the history of the POS Hash 3 which has been passed on to our Hash Master, Mac, for the records.

A great time was had by all.

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Registration at the Carib Rugby Club on April 28, 1995 for this inaugural Hash. The Antiguan contingent arrived at approximately 5:15pm (Clare, Joan/ David and Kaiser) to find some of the Americans “Good-fart”, “Spermade”, “Foreskin”, the Caracas possee and a few others trucking into their third Carib and/or rum punch. On registering we were given wrist band, T-shirt, bottle opener, water bottle, hash literature and a shoulder bag (Dame Edna and Dickie Doo would have been delighted). Bunny joined us and later on Marlon, Alice, Peter, Celia and Scott.

POS HHH came out in numbers and a real party atmosphere prevailed. The DJ was in good form, with a wide variety pleasing everyone. The T & TEC Steelband also entertained us. Dancing, wining, drinking, eating, frolicking, limbo dancing and the party went on ’til about l:15am. Many of us who went on to Pelican after, regretted the next day on Run II (Bunny will fill you in).

RUN NO 2 – APRIL 30 1995

The beautiful scenic drive through the North Coast of Trinidad, with the vivid yellow flowers of the Poui beautifying the mountainside, and the precipitancy from the road surface falling about a mile down to the sea shore. On to the famous Maracas Bay, where many had their supply of shark and bake. Through Las Cuevas and onto Blanchisseuse to Hash Base. In the usual Roy Purvis salutation “Hash Hush” “F……..g Hush” to get the run on its way.

On On led by Hares Lorin “Dewy Eyes”, Abel and Dave. Half a mile of beach running and “Dewy Eyes” placed the check – made up of a drawn circle (with no dot) stuck to a brown paper bag. On on calls in various directions. We headed through a tunnel viaduct up a water course, but the right trail was on the road, 50 feet above. On on up a steep hill, with the TV crew racing by in their car to get ahead of the pack. Up and still up we struggled in the hot sun before reaching the summit. We descended the hill and lost the trail. Could not find the biodegradable shredded paper. The hounds picked up the trail across a ravine and up and up until the paper signs indicated by way of drawn arrows to swimmers and non swimmers – this trail is a nature lover’s delight, the green vegetation, the shaded cocoa trees/ with tall trees towering above, orchids hanging and dried leaves on the trail. The swimmers made their way down the river into the cold water. Waist high going down stream slipping, crawling, swimming, we reached the pinnacle of this Run. Some said 10 feet, other said 15. With instructions from the hares, how and where to jump into the white water below. It was too late to turn back, so in we jumped (one at a time) with the current pushing us down stream. Hikes full of water, we made our way occasionally trying to seek the river bank where it was possible.

Leaving the watery trail we headed into the shaded cocoa plantation for about 3/4 mile before getting back to cross the river, where the TV crew was waiting to film the event. On in and back to Base for more drinking, mango chow, barbeque, liming, swimming and volleyball. Roy (F) gave the down, downs. POS HM Betty “Boobs” called on “Kaiser” to present the T-shirts sent by AHHH. Before we bade farewell to Blanchisseuse we were asked to form a circle, singing “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” with gestures. The convoy stopped at Las Cuevas for a couple of drinks before heading to the Pelican for more Caribs. Roy went home and replenished the coolers. This was the best run in my fifteen years of hashing. Our thanks to “Dewy Eyes”, Abel and Dave for an excellent run in ideal hashing terrain. In the wee hours of the morning we said our goodbyes. Thank you Roy and all those who helped in any way.


Photo Gallery – Overseas Hash Santo Domingo 2005

27 Apr

Santo Domingo Overseas Hash 2005

Trash Run 365

19 Apr

Hash Trash Run 365

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365 June 28, 1997 Canadienne Peter and Stephen Gran Couva Hi Ho Silver Awayyy!!!

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Finding a Sucker to write the trash ain’t easy. There was
this poor soul milling about trying to find someone sober and willing to put
pen to paper, he looked as if he were about to have a coronary, since we all know
sobriety isn’t any hashers top priority after a hash. I had to agree to do the
onerous duty since he caught me before the fourth beer.

The first problem was to find the designated Hash area.
There were no HHH signs posted for a loooooooooooong way. In fact, Chris Valdez
ended up at Point-a-Pierre, talk about not having a sense of direction, imagine
if his wife told him to go "DOWN SOUTH" heh! heh!

Gran Couva. Everyone told me about the last time they were
on a hash in this area. Look out for MUD, manure mud, stinking grey whatever-that-is-that-smells-like-goat-mud.
Since God peed so liberally on us for the past few days, anyone wearing new
shoes would be drinking listerine for a month.

The hash began at the Pollard’s Place on the top of a massive
hill. This run was set by Peter Noel and some guy in a funny looking hat. The hares
got off to a hopping start thanks to some beastly big patches of nettles. Ah
never see so much people rubbing sensitive parts so!! Mud, grass, more mud,
RAZOR grass, I cyar see whey ah puttin meh foot!!!

Oh Geed!!!! What is that stink?!?!?!? Oh Shit!! IS SHIT!!

Uphill, downhill, Bamboo-Getting-Chook! Up ahead I could
hear Asha chirping away cheerily "On On!" Behind me I heard someone
mutter "Whey she getting all dat energy from". The energy didn’t last
for long, The last thing I heard from her was "ARE YOU ?!?! Call it


Went up a hill, that hurt!!! Met the truck- Heh heh! I must
say that there were many hashers that didn’t make the entire hash (Peter the
area you picked was really lovely in terms of scenery etc., BUT it was too freaking
long!!!!! – Where were the checks??) BACK to the slackers in the truck, these
were mostly made up ofladies who were totally heartless. I heard that they were
teasing the more valient of heart – the "in" song was "Macho
macho man ….. you wanna be a Macho man!!" some of these macho men did
get a lift though, one lady firmly stated she "ent riding wit no big belly
man" after passing a red faced, heavy on the tummy individual.

On to the waterfall, the On In, the last stretch. A few
people took time out to admire the view or was it to catch their breath. I
noticed a pretty thing enjoying herself thoroughly in the waterfall until
someone mentioned that they "smelled pig in the water", I
never thought I would see someone walk on water … she came really close. Uphill
through cocoa and finally reached the antennas. "Yes man, we make it!! Leh
we find dem Beers!". Oh ho! Who is that under de hose, the same pretty thing from de pig pond scrubbing away at all de vitals.

Kudos to Paul who came in first (for the benefit of the
ladies, that is the guy with the flashy red car) and the blond Canadian … I always
forget his name. After everyone washed half of Gan Couva off their nettle stung,
razor grass cut bodies, the search was on for car keys. "Whey de damm keys!?!?! Ah want to change meh clothes!!""Frank have dem."


"Frank wid de truck who gorn to get the last of the


The wait was on. The girls amused themselves playing with
the pony, although from what I heard, the pony was quite uh…
"happy" with all de attention. I guess this gives new meaning to the
phrase "looking for deeper love". hmmmmmm!

Finally the keys arrived, everyone got changed and
casualties accounted for. There was one hasher who twisted her ankle and got a lot of sympathy for her pain in the form of free beers for the entire night, hic! hic! hic!! If you are not into self inflicted pain for free beer, try Peter Noel’s way of doing things: "You mean alll I have to do is litter to get FREE BEER???!!!"

Virgins – The guys got booed, the girls got asked whether
they were jail bait or not. One memorable moment was when an ample young lady stood on the stump and was asked "Name and chest … oops! address, please."
The poor girl also had new shoes as well as two other virgins – One guy chickened out – what a waste of perfectly good beer!

On to Sandeanas for Chicken and shrimp roti. The poor girls
behind the counter just weren’t used to the onslaught of hungry hashers yelling their orders one after the other. I guess the highlight of the night was when a guy wearing cowboy boots, offered to sing some Country and Western – if the
hashers forked over some cash. I guess he didn’t know what he was in for, talk about Country Western – Trini Style, The drunken crowd even got him to sing Lotay-Lah. Trinis dancing Country Western is just TOO PAINFUL to watch – so I left. Until next time ….

Hi Ho! Silver!!! Awayyyyy!!!!!!!

AFTER HASH (trash addendum)

There is nothing better than a good lime after a run. It has
been so long since we had a good after hash lime in the area where the run is set that I cannot remember the last one but memories of Night Rider , Ponderosa and Sandeannas come to mind. After the arduous run set by Peter and Stephen the next stop after the Hash bar was sold out was obviously Sandeannas. This is a favorite watering hole for Hashers whenever there is a run in the Couva area.

We are always sure to get a variety of eats and drinks. Mr.
Sandeanna still has two daughters that he is trying to marry off. While the daughters are awaiting a husband I am reliably informed that they have been doing some acting, but that is a story for Harold to tell.

After most of the Hashers had left, a group of 17 remained
at Sandeannas, knowing fully well that there was no Pelican to go to. The story goes that Pelican could have opened on Saturday night, but Harold who was the electrical inspectorate after the fire, knowing fully well that Susan had already instructed him to come straight home after the Hash decided not to give Peli the go ahead to open. (Nice one Harold).

As the group of 17 partook of what Sandeannas had to offer
(not thedaughters) the local one man band started setting up but we did not pay much attention to him. He eventually started playing. It is amazing that after a few carib everything seems nice. The man play real music. To the sounds of the music the 17 danced and sang and imbibed more and more carib. (Is it true that Forklift gets a commission if the Hahsers drink more than ten cases of beer after a Hash ?)

The music really took over and had Gloria only calling for
songs about pussies (Hold the Pussy cat etc.) Nevi not finding anyone to dance with locked his arms and legs around a post and gyrated, rotated and oscillated. Why Me rest some good wine on Cactus Puss who had to ask for a break, or was it time off. HM ended up on his back on the floor with Vanessa and Cindy and Gloria trying to remove his shorts. I never saw three women so desperate to get into a man’s shorts. Did they succeed ? (You should have been there to find out.) While this was going on Chris left. We are still not sure if he has gotten home as yet, as he does not know Trinidad. The 17 then became 16.
Through all the action Zam still smiling and Peter taking credit for choosing and area for a run where the hashers had after run fun.

Audrey knew the words to all the Ole time calypso, she
either down here long or does play her father old records. Janet was swept of her feet literally by HM as they danced away. Gloria then found herself doing the donkey (not back to front) with ____???? Henrique watched on and occasionally shook a leg or was it grabbed a leg ? Forklift , playing shy,occasionally throw a waist now and then, while Abe enjoyed the conga line
with a woman in front and a woman behind.

Stephen had the task of resisting the attention of one of
the Sandeanna girls. (poor fella) while Todd did his best to avoid the action, occasionally smilin and winin.

Before we knew it, the time was 1.25 a.m., so we decided to leave. It was the best audience the one man band ever had and the most money he ever made. It was a great after hash bash. When is the next one ?

ON ON to the 17 You are TRUE HASHERS

Forklift Cactus Puss
Hairy Monster Get Lost
Horny K Smilin and winin
Ms.Tempting U4RIA
Ms.Well-endowed Tall Dark and Havesome
Ms.Hold de pussy Ms. Lyrics
Canadiennn Peter Booze
Overseer Ms. Fit
Why Me  

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