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Trash Run #863 – Union Road, Tabaquite

9 May

Trash Run 863 - Union Road


Run 863 – Sat 26 Apr – Scenes

23 Apr

Run Directions – Run #863 – Union Rd., Tabaquite

15 Apr

run #863 Union Road, Tabaquite

Directions to the next run: #863

Date: Sat 26 Apr 2014

Time: 3:30PM
Hared: Ozama bin Hashin’
Site: Union Road, Tabaquite

  1. Proceed South on Solomon Hochoy Highway and exit at PREYSAL ramp.
  2. Continue off ramp [0.0km] onto Gran Couva Mn Rd towards GRAN COUVA
  3. Continue along Gran Couva Mn Rd, past Gran Couva Police Station (On right), and La Vega Estate (On left).
  4. At junction of Gran Couva Mn Rd & Caparo Valley Brasso Rd [13.9km][bar on left], turn left (North-East) and travel 400yards. Turn left through gate into Lakeside Farm (Nature/ Sanctuary Reserve) compound. Park as directed. Follow HHH signs where posted.

Map: (https://www.google.tt/maps?q=10.424012,-61.323658&num=1&t=h&z=17)

! Important Info !

Run#863 will be an A to B run, which means the start and end points of this hash run are NOT THE SAME. A 50 seater party bus has been arranged for this run. We would like to get as many people as possible using the bus. Return bus-fare to Port of Spain is $75. per person at max capacity. If you MUST drive, there will be a shuttle back to point A to collect your cars. A nominal fee of $20.will be charged for this. The shuttle would be for drivers only. Walkers will be given a shortcut back to the cars so that they can drive to point B. Contact person for bus from POS – Ozama: 678-9172. Runners please remember to run with money to purchase beer at B point. Anyone arriving after this run has set off, PLEASE do not attempt to do it. No one is going to come looking for you until the following day.

run #863 Union Road, Tabaquite

Run Directions Run#790

11 Oct

Run Directions – Run#790 October 15, 2011

RUN #790
DATE October 15, 2011
HARES Randall Lall Lyon
RUN SITE Pepper Village
DIRECTIONS Drive South on the Churchill Roosevelt highway to Couva turn off..turn left & follow the main road pass the Gran Couva Police Station..follow HHH signs on to Pepper Village and on to runsite.

Trash Run #783

25 Jul

Hash Trash Run 783


HASH MASTER Arthur Seebalack 461-5665 arturo999@live.com
HASH ASS Mumtaz Amarali 625-3617 x29436 mumtaz98@hotmail.com
ON-SEC/ HARELINE Salma Khan 753-8843 salmakhan_10@hotmail.com
HASH C$SH Lorin Paton 622-5806 (O)
HASH BOOZE Nevie Boos 637-3033 (H)
HASH SOFTIES Richard Marlay 351-3694
COMMITTEE Betty Agostini, Karen Hale-Jackson, Ronald Mc Donald, Diane Henderson, Asha Saith
Website Address: http://poshhh.org
783 July 09, 2011 The POSH San Juan Cocoa Estate, Gran Couva BOYSIE SMALLDICKSINGH

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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.


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Mahashma's Meditations

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.


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!!!

  1. While on the trail CALL “ON ON” when you see bits of shredded paper/flour! It helps those behind/possibly lost hashers.
  2. “O” – check for the correct trail!
  3. “X” – you’re on the wrong trail! Go back to the check point and start again.
  4. “ON PASS” – to pass someone on the trail.
  5. “ON BACK” – on the wrong trail, you may have reached an “X“….turn back to the check point “O“.
  6. “On OFF” – you’re off the correct trail.
  7. When you are almost in you would see: “ON IN” pointing to the correct direction.
  8. 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.>

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Date: August 06, 2011

Time:  3:30 p.m
Hares: Ivan Charles
RunSite: Kernahan Village, Manzanilla

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.



Run Directions Run #784

21 Jun

Run Directions – Run#780 June 11, 2011

RUN #784
DATE July 09, 2011
RUN SITE San Juan Cocoa Estate, Gran Couva
DIRECTIONS From Port of Spain, travel south on the Uriah Butler Highway and take the PREYSAL/COUVA turn off.  Turn left to head east, and keep on the road through Preysal and Gran Couva. The drive takes about 20 minutes from the highway.

As you pass through Pepper Village (about 5 minutes before La Vega), look out for a disused gas station on the right. Turn right onto the road by the gas station. You will drive past a number of small houses and then a cricket field on the left.  Keep going on this road.   The Hash Site is just past the old estate house, and on the right.

The food truck will be there after the run.

 San Juan Cocoa Estate Brochure

Trash Run 365

19 Apr

Hash Trash Run 365

Website Address: http://poshhh.org

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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