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Hash Trash #814

20 Aug

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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)
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 680-2373
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
814 Aug 4, 2012 Ivan’s Hash Run and a Dick (Ivan, Don, Ashe, Terrence, Joshua and Pradeep) North Manzanilla Little Miss Muffet

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So, the sun came out in time for us to start the run and appropriately so! Yippee! After all, we’re at Manzanilla Beach. We are even being hosted at a nice beach house, “Oh, so civilized”, with a pool and real toilets and everything the way I like it! Oops, gave myself away! Oh well, truth be known, I am more of a “Sex in the City” girl, than the outdoorsy, nature type, who is comfortable in hiking boots and dirt. In fact, truth be known, I don’t like dirt, I don’t like to be dirty, I don’t like bugs, snakes or any of that $*%# and I am frankly most comfortable in a beautiful dress and stilettoes! BUT, I do always love a good challenge! Today, I am pretending I am in the Hamptons. I almost forget that I am at a Hash in TNT with a bunch of drunkardsJ who are pretending that they like to run! A lot of people seemed to have shown up too, for Mr. Adventure’s Hash! Just when I start to relax around the pool, chatting with my little friend Ross and company, the group is called to order by the Head Hare and he introduces us to his harem.

Ivan tells us the usual lies, “no mud, no hills, not very long…” etc. … and, we are sent off. The hash started out with the usual shenanigans, up the hill, back down the hill and into the bush, wait around the parking lot, oh, we’re off again… ok, so, now it’s on…on, now it’s not…. We slide down a few bare, muddy hills, run through some bush and after a while, I am thinking, well “this isn’t so bad at all, we must be almost done by now”! I start to congratulate myself silently thanking the heavens that once again, I managed to say off my ass and relatively clean and unwounded. The last hill was a bit treacherous and I did have Robin trailing me; with me shouting to him, “go away, I don’t want you falling on me…” BUT, IT WAS NOT SO!!! Off in the distance, as we get out of the bush, I spotted a Hare, Diane’s son, Joshua, in his little shorts as he was giving directions to a small group gathered before what appears to be a swamp! Ok, so as you must have noted: I am decidedly NOT a good candidate for “swamping it”. I can stand the prospect of having to figure out a way down a slippery, muddy, steep hill with no footholds or running through dense bush or a steep climb, but swamps are definitely not my strong suit! I see that muddy water and my mind gets to racing… snakes are all my mind can conjure up! Although my panic button was about to go off, I pay close attention to Joshua as he takes off through the swamp, barely skimming the mud as he disappears in a flash, leaving us all far behind. As he leaves us behind, I luckily caught his parting words, “try to stay on your toes, so you don’t loose your shoes”!

I think, “Well, I don’t like the sound of that at all” but, I mutter to myself, “I can do that, I can stay on my toes…” I take a small bit of pleasure from the fact that right behind me is Mumtaz, yup, the Iron Lady herself. After trudging through the muck for awhile, I hear her say, “girl, I don’t like this swamp business at tall, you?! I am decidedly not up for conversation right about now, but I utter a few unseemly phrases and go back to concentrating on the task at hand! A little while later, Iron Lady speaks again. This time, it sounded more like a whimper! “Girl, I don’t like no swamp. Tell meh when we out of here!” “We eh outta here yet??!” I cannot even turn around to look at her, but I am thinking, what??? Iron Lady??? “You must want to be POUFTAH real”?

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the swamp came to an end as abruptly as it started and not a moment too soon! BUT, still no “ON IN” in sight! It STILL was not over!!! After more running (with the pulsating music of a neighborhood bar to fill our heads), we came to the crashing waves of the ocean and a moment of pure bliss. At least we had a little reprieve; we were allowed to wash the past hour’s muck off in the ocean, before heading “ON IN” to a delightful evening at the lovely beach house; where I am happy to report the Hashers toasted Harold and his new bride, tried to name his son Ross as Pouftah and eventually got Mumtaz to acquiesce that she was the true Pouftah of the day. Although no one would explain exactly why AND, Of course, no nasty t-shirt or diaper was to be seen on the sexy lady. And, btw, Mrs. Iron Lady, I did not rat you out!

Great run! Loved it! A fantastic job was done by Mr. Adventure and his Harem!

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From the Office of the Iron Lady (Together we aspire, together we achieve)

This run was set by The Casual boys and the CEO of the Dicks (Pradeep) and the jersey had Ivans run, whatever the arrangement, together they aspired and perspired to set this run in North Manzanilla. Great run site venue, good parking, good food but still not up to the standard of Run of the Year. The Hike Master, Ivan likes to set his runs in places that have history or a story so he say that Manzanilla is a Spanish word for little apple. When the Spanish ruled Trinidad, they noticed lots of poisonous Manchineel Trees lining that Northern Headland of which the fruit from this tree resembles an apple. Hence the reason for the name Manzanilla.Today these trees can still be found in certain parts of North Manzanilla but not many in East Manzanilla.This is due to the cultivation of that “exotic” or {import by accident} coconut palm which adorns the Eastern to Southern Eastern Coast Line. So this lovely area was the site for the run of the year, but all I remember is the swamp, they say men have balls, but it was D balls ah didn’t know ah had that got me out of that never ending yuckeyness. The after lime at Dougies Bar was fabulous, could you believe at midnight Marguerite, Roxanne, Marita, Giselle, The Minute Maid Girls, Party Animal, Janine, Misha, Numbnuts wife, the Iron Lady and the guys were partying strong. Ivan we still waiting for the run of the year, it could be Tobago.

Poofter nominees: Ross (harold’s son) for wanting to have serious talk with the person who set the run (he complained about the mud) Harold for having his son complain about mud on the run and Arthur for nominating Ross for Poofter (for no reason), so those were the nominees and then a broad mouth casual called butcher nominated the Iron Lady because I shared their conversation about designing the perfect pussy.

I AM BUTCHER SMART WITH WIT
I WILL USE A KNIFE AND GIVE HER A SLIT
I AM A CARPENTER STRONG AND BOLD
WITH A HAMMER & JIZZLE I WILL GIVE IT A HOLE
I AM A TILER TALL AND THIN
I WILL USE RED VELVET AND LINE IT WITHIN
I AM A HUNTER SHORT AND STOUT
WITH A PIECE OF FOX FUR I WILL LINE IT OUT
I AM A FISHERMAN
I WILL THROW IN A FISH AND GIVE IT A SMELL
I WILL BE THE PREACHER
I WILL TOUCH IT AND BLESS IT AND MAKE IT PEE
I AM A HASH STUD
I WILL SUCK IT AND SCREW IT
AND CALL IT A PUSSY CAT

Congratulations to Mr and Mrs Harold Lee on their marriage

Upcoming events:

Monday Run – Tobago – TBA

Tobago Weekend – Thursday 25th to Sunday 28th October, 2012 (TT1500.00)

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Directions to the next run #816

Date: Sep 01, 2012
Time: 3:30pm
Hares: David Morand, Christiana and Toni and Small Man
Run Site: Flanagin Town…AGAIN!

Take Uriah Butler Highway heading south to the Chaguanas exit ); go left as you exit, through Londonville (pass turnoff for Rabine Saab, continue through Caparo to Flanagin Town junction (14.5 km); at the junction (Bar Lee Tong’s will be on the left); the Health Center will be facing you, on the opposite side of the street. Make a left at the junction, direction Mamoral Road, continue straight. You will see HHH signs. You will come to an opening on your right, turn in and park. You have arrived at the run site.

Please be advised: we recommend car pooling for environmental and safety reasons.

Traveling time from Pos: 1.5 hours

Receding Hareline

RUN #

DATE

HARES

SITE

815

August 18, 2012

Derek de Freitas, Cyril

Palo Seco

816

September 1, 2012

David Morand

Flanagin Town

817

September 15, 2012

Hadyn  Als

 

818

September 29, 2012

Jordan/Enrique

 

819

October 13, 2012

Two Butts

 

820

821

822

October 26, 2012

October 27, 2012

October 27, 2012

Big Dicks

The Casuals Posse

Tobago

Tobago

Alternate Run: Trinidad

823

November 10, 2012

Central Posse

 

824

November 24, 2012

Nico Kersting

New Territory

825

December 8, 2012

Hash Master’s Run

Christmas Party

826

December 22, 2012

Incoming Hash Master

 

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Trash Run #812

26 Jul

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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)
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 680-2373
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
812 Jul 7, 2012 Reed, Marli, Gerry and Janelle Caura Party Animal

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Rum Runners Run, the long anticipated to be run of the year, arrived at the Caura Valley lush green vegetation, cool flowing river and a gently breeze, tall lean green bamboo gently caressing each other…….ok ok I better stick to the trash, yes all set….The Iron Lady decided to do an introduction of some Hardcore person, season hashers upset cause nothing harder than hashing. Hash start 4.00 pm after spinning about Marli decided we taking too long to get on the correct trail so he show us where to go as he did all the way……hmmmm. Reed disappears, Gerry gone with the wind and Janelle supporting the bottom or back so they don’t fall out. After much up hill and lots of sliping, sliding, spreading, skinning, flipping, falling and plenty copulating we manage to come down to a river, only to ascend a long ass hill which some hashers say the triple R’s want to prove they long and hard……we couldn’t seem to see the top and there was more copulating of words to create a new population. Eventually by 5.30pm I made it out in one piece, I think…then to the cool river for a supple muscle relaxant….I was going to beg for some curry duck but figure I beg enough in Guyana….down downs…Iron Lady announce is ah free rum bar much thanks to Dianne and Angostura and well received by all who labored on the long and narrow path…Curtis having a powerfull tool was given his hash name ICE PICK. Shawna…..was named ICE BREAKER cause she slippery hence the reason Curtis tool got placed elsewhere….Betty…..boobs now renamed Cougar….purple cougar outfit….meow meowing and all with her personal trainer who showed off an Adonis like body and very hard Glutus Maximus…yum yum…..party start….Paulaina come, Tiza can you help me..??? I get cut….I send her by Ashe to get his car keys…I get my first aid kit, fix her up and put the keys back in my purse….later Ashe ask for the keys so I give him the keys….he asking me where the car keys, he only have the remote on the holder… so I say that is all Paulina give me…He say No!!!! the key was on it….I say no Ashe all I got was the remote…..9.00pm and it dark cause the generator run out of gas…Iron Lady en’t saying nothing and we know she deadly when she silent….then Ashe put on his headlight and start to look for the keys. By this time all started looking with headlights on for Ashe’s keys…Lordie…lordie I had to repeat the sequence over and over what transpired with the keys….I swear I was suffering from AZP. Everyone looking on the ground for the car keys, suddenly I decided I better get some divine intervention yes, cause this en’t looking good so I called upon St Christopher and my guardian angel Raul….in less than 5 seconds Ashe find the keys in his tights….so say thanks to the divine intervention….some say Ashe so accustom to a long thing in his pants hanging down to his knee so that is why he en’t bother to feel in his pants. (talk about being well endowed) everyone up in arms made him neal down and douse him with water, Poofter for the rest of the year….not to mention hash name nominations…..long john silver, Dickey, Long Dickey and any other…

May the Divine Architect of the Universe Teach Us Mere Mortals Too Be Always Remarkable, Resourceful, Revolutionary and never Retired so that we may grace others with our Poorness, Penitence and Politeness….On on on on

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From the Office of the Iron Lady (Women who behave rarely makes history)

Each moment becomes a memory and sometimes when both are joined it makes history.

So we are off to the valley of Caura, a place where the Arawaks once settled and a place that was later cleared via dynamite so that a Dam could be built, however this was never completed. This run was a Rum Runners Run, but I wonder if Harper knows that the birth of the Rum Running trade began when the 1910 Act in Nova Scotia stated that provisions would be made for the sale of liquor by prescription only for “medicinal, sacramental, art, trade and manufacturing purposes”. Liquor was not to be sold, or consumed otherwise. Now hash history also states that the hares for Tobago 2011 run in Englishman Bay can’t set a run and don’t know how to set a run. Yes Reed was one of the hares for that run. So now this Caura run was a second chance for him, he was assisted by Marli, Janelle and Gerry, the run was good and the Beer Stop or Moving Pick-Up Bar was even better, this was the best beer stop for the year (they had all kind of drinks, you could ah even get a rum). Great job guys, good parking, food and after lime.

Poofter: Betty (cougar) got poofter because she brought her fit, fast and handsome personal trainer to the run.

Upcoming events:

Hash Golf – Saturday 28 July, 2012 (TT$100.00)

Monday Run – Tobago – September 24, 2012 (Republic Day)

Tobago Weekend – Thursday 25th to Sunday 28th October, 2012 (TT1500.00)

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Directions to the next run #814

Date: Aug 4, 2012
Time: 3:30pm
Hares: Ivan Charles
Run Site: East Manzanilla

Departing POS, proceed up the Beetham Highway and onto the CRH to Wallerfield. Left turn up Antigua Rd to junction with EMR. Right turn on EMR to Valencia Village where you continue on the right lane at Y-junction in Valencia Village. Proceed to Sangre Grande and continue through to Manzanilla Beach. On entering Manzanilla Beach, the road takes a natural right turn and immediately on the right side, perched on a hill is the Run Site – Modern-Day-Estate-Styled-House.
Entrance gate is on the right side of roadway opposite Manzanilla Beach facility. Drive in.
Drive Time for POS: approx 2hrs.

2012 RECEDING HARELINE


Trash Run – #811

11 Jul

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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)
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 680-2373
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
811 June 23, 2012 Wahid, Numbnuts, Colin, Marlon and Pamela Chacachacare Island Harry

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Hello, I am called Deepak Gupti Shiva BDsingh, but you can call me Harry, and I am most pleasured to be making your acquaintance.  I am from the Punjabi, and I am here present in your islands to meet my bethroded.  We have not been meeting before and I am a little nervous, especially after the ongoings of the previously held weekend.  You see I was invited to attend what is called a “Hash”.  It seemed to me to be akin to the ritualistic Punja festival of Lingus Pussani where Goddess Rati is honoured in the most delicious of manners.

I am actually most embarrassed to be me in the most embarrassment of ways as there is not much of the events of the day that recollects in my mind.  The goings are very fresh but the comings have departed in the most grievous of manners.

I must admit that on that morning the excitement on me was overcome!  We crossed the seas on a fantastic ocean vessel where the most beautiful of sceneries befell my eyes.  It was here during the days earliest of times that I was offered beverage of the alcoholic kind.  I most vehemently refused as I am engaging in my fasting in preparation for my matrimonials and on this I am most serious in my thinking.  As you would come to see my seriousness on this matter did need a revision on my views even before the dockings of the boat.

My day’s enjoyment was pleasing as the majestic cruise liner made for its destination.  I was made to understand that we were heading for an island.  But it seems that I am easily to be misled as during the early part of the trip I though it was called Union Island.  I was brought about to be so thinking as all the older, wiser, greyer, Naanis and Daadis were so speaking in greatness on this Union Island.  And I look with the greatest of respectfulness on these Naanis and Daadis.  In the Punja we call them the most honoured “olefarti”.

The younger, more energetic of the gathering (In the Punja we respectfully refer to them as the “smaartmaani”) in their speaking is what brought about the confusion within my being.  As during the listening of them I was brought to believe that we were sailing to Panama.

I am not too sure in my head but I believe that it was around this point that I had a sip of a proffered drink to ease the puzzlement  in my brain.  As they say, I am believing that this was the starting to the end.

After a short delightful cruise we were eventually to be docking at what turned out to be neither Union Island nor Panama, but Chacachacare Island.  A former leper colony with an interesting history.  By this time I had been convinced to sip quite a few more of an amber liquid and I was brought to believe that the fresh sea air was mightily invigorating to me.

At the docking of the cruise liner, my slight stumble off the boat did not enlighten me as to the impending condition of myself.  But by this time I was seeking out the amber liquid with an increasing gusto.

The masses of peoples gathered on a magnificent beach that highlighted a beautiful sheltered bay.  Here I got my first chance to survey the entirement of the crowd.  There was an interesting mix of “olefarti” and “smaartmaani”.  And dare I be so embolded to say that my senses detected some frictation between them ………… ???

As if on cue, somewhere around this time in point, a miniscule sea vessel did arrived in the bay full of a gay assortment of “olefarti”.  They appeared in great spirits and as I said in a previous way, most happy and extremely gay.

I then watched as a most unlikely collection of “hairs” in curry coloured jerseys gave instructions. I was not very encouraged as they seemed a most incompetent lot.  The warm buzz within myself was now having me to my own full cup of beer.  And this I was drinking when the group did take to be running.  I followed anxiously.  I am not to be understanding why we ran in confusion in the same spot for the first 10 minutes but maybe that is how this hash thing works. I am not knowing.

We eventually traversed the coastline and went uphill into some aging but interesting structures.  A church, a dormitory, some outhouses. We are continuing uphill and here I am noticing a most exquisite oriental …. My MaiMai would not be pleased at the thinking that is going through my head!

We begin to go down and are arriving on a trail.  It is here that it is again confusing to me and it seems to everyone else as well.  They run down the trail and ran back up.  They run down the trail and ran back up.  They run down the trail and back up ……. What is this “forkeenshait!” everyone keeps shouting out?  I believe it is a jovial greeting between friends given the exuberating and voluminous manner in which it was exalted.

I am to be believing that a “hair” showed the way out  …. And “up” it went.  A strenuous and at times difficult and exciting climbing and then a descending.  We are then coming back onto the starting trail which we did in a reversing manner to bring us back to the beach ……..

…….. and the beer! The sturdy Mr. Andre was fast becoming my friend of the best way of things.  And I say this so that you may be forgiving of me as the recollecting becomes more difficult here on out.

There was swimming.  There was beer.  There were boobs!  Sorry MaiMai! What the western culture has done to spandex and other synthetical materials is to be held in awe.  There were 4 particular ones or should I say two pair that were most entrancing to mine eyes.

What I in my unexperienced experience saw in the run as deficiencies, was more than made up for in the gloriousness of the after run puja.  Did I be mentioning that there were boobs!

I was covered in flour and chugged a beer and felt as gay as the “olefarti” on the canoe.

It’s all blurried in mind but there was dancing …… boy was there dancing!! This is of the course on the trip back home.  I was made to be introduced to the “wining”, to the “grining” …… the gloriousness of it all!

It was a most unfortunate moment in time when the ending did appear, as I have never been having an experience like this before.  It is also most unfortunate and I am embarrassing to admit but having finally met my bethroded, she did not meet my now raised expectations of mamarary excellence.  I have since asked back for my goats and my cows but do not be having high hopes for their return.

I intend to be back for the coming but only if these “hairs” are not the “hairs” who are “hairing”.  Maybe if they be organizing a cruise ………..

So in closing I leave you with this ….. “Forkeenshait!”

Namaste.

PS:  I am hoping that the “olefarti” and the “smaartmaani” can one day be friends.

“Always aim at complete harmony of thought and word and deed. Always aim at purifying your thoughts and everything will be well. “

“An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it.”

Mahatma Gandhi

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From the Office of the Iron Lady (Be the best you can be today)

For all those men who say, Why buy a cow when you can get the milk for free. Here’s an update for you: Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, WHY? Because women realize it’s not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.

From one island to another island…….Caribbean Integration……..We have certainly been hash ambassadors, we have always had a relationship with our Barbados hashers, we were part of the Inter-Caribbean Hash in Grenada, had our hash overseas in Panama and recently returned from Guyana where we met both the Guyana and Suriname Hashers. We have certainly left our footprints on many shores and our Down the Islands trip was no exception. A good run, with a dip in the ocean and a party on the boat, a hashers paradise.


A little history on the island of Chacachacare :

 It was originally named El Caracol (the Snail) by Christopher Columbus because of its shape. At various times in its history Chacachacare has served as a cotton plantation, a whaling station and a leper colony.

“Chacachacare, at the west of the first Boca, is horseshoe shaped and very hilly. The hills slope towards the inside of the horseshoe. At the junction of the arms of the horseshoe, the land is flat and marshy. At times of spring tides or in rough weather the sea often passes over the isthmus. Boats can be hauled from calm water on the east to La Tinta, so called on account of the colour of the sand, which is black, the water being clear, but the sand beneath it makes it look black. In1791, there were many people living on this island, cultivating ground provisions and sugar apples (Annona squamosa). During the time of slavery large quantities of cotton were grown, which after emancipation was abandoned. Later, when the price of cotton was very high, the industry was re-established by Messrs. Gerold and Urich. There were also three or four whaling stations carried on by Messrs. Gerold and Urich, Tardieu and F. Urich and Partners. Looking across the Boca Grande there is a view of the Venezuelan mountains eight miles [12.9 km] away. On a clear day they appear to be much closer. On the land side of the bay there is a fringe of deadly Manchineel tree (Hippomane mancinella)]. Tall cacti andaloes grow on the cliffs on the southern shore. There is a pebbly beach—Bande de Sud—inside which there is a lagoon from what in the early days the islanders attempted to extract salt. About 1887 a stone pier and a large house for the use of a sanatorium was erected on the island by S. Chittendon. At present there is only a lighthouse on the west and theLeper Asylum on the island.”[1]

The famous Venezuelan revolutionary, Santiago Mariño, who later joined forces with Simón Bolivar and was instrumental in the liberation of Venezuela from Spanish rule, used Chacachacare as a base for his successful 1813 invasion of Venezuela with a tiny band of 45 “Patriots”.[2]

Today Chacachacare remains uninhabited except for staff maintaining a Lighthouse on the island. It is also regularly used for camping and visits by recreational boats. Many Trinidadians go to this island, as well as Monos and Huevos for vacations and day trips. This is popularly referred to as “going down the islands”.

The island was spotted by Christopher Columbus on his third New World voyage on 12 August 1498, and his little fleet spent the night anchored in Monkey Harbour.[3] He named the island ‘Port of Cats’ because many wildcats lived on the island. The island later became a nuns quarters and a leper colony. In 1942, 1,000 U.S. Marines were stationed on Chacachacare and built barracks on the island. The island was abandoned by the 1980s when the nuns left their quarters and when the last leper that was on the island died in 1984. The colony had been abandoned since.

In 1999, Donald Trump visited Chacachacare during the Miss Universe contest and thought of having a casino and hotel built on the island; however the idea has not been pursued.


Welcome to our virgins, it was nice to have you

Happy Birthday: Alastair Paton

Poofter: Ronald Mc Donald for polluting the ocean by vomiting.

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Directions to the next run #813

Date: Jul 21, 2012
Time: 3:30pm
Hares: Mountain Goats
Run Site: Santa Cruz

Drive to Maraval, then onto to Santa Cruz passing Under Cover Plant Shop on the right and then turning left onto to Saddle Grove, look for HHH signs.

2012 RECEDING HARELINE


Trash Run – #809 Panama

25 Jun

Trash Run – #808

13 Jun

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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)
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 680-2373
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
808 May 26, 2012 Colin, Ashe, & Iron Lady Salybia Beach, Toco Caramel

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The Hash Run of The Hare 2012

Salybia Beach, Toco was the scene for Hash Run 808 which was, ‘The Hash Run of The Hare 2012 – Colin’.

For some reason or reasons, no one seems interested in setting a run with this guy. Maybe Gerry’s comment about Colin spending time in prison with his hunter partner has credence or what?

Anyways, after the Iron Lady made subtle remarks followed by her clarion call for peace reminiscent of the hippie movement in the 1960s, off we went into Virgin Territory with “Bush this thick”. After 10mins, we eventually found the trail 10meters inside, while it paralleled the main road. Cries of ON ON were distant and low pitched due to the steep descending which many a-times separated we the hounds and left us fragmented.  Inevitably, we arrived on the coast with its picturesque combination of rocky and sandy coastline along with stunning vistas of the Caribbean Sea. Although, due to the recent competitive nature of the Hash, I don’t think many recognized the scenery.

Back onto the main road where as with any good Hash, a well placed check allowed us all to regroup and after some empty checks we were back on paper which led us uphill to “Bush this thick.”  It was atop this hill that our Poofter came since he was caught holding on to a tree gasping for air. This act of indulgence was unacceptable since he has been doing adventure treks each weekend.

Admittedly, throughout the Run and even in “Bush this Thick,” we were never more than 500m from the roadway and so came the surprised, “ON IN” after 50mins of Hashing.

Many Hashers grabbed a beer and ran straight into the cool Caribbean waters where the liming began and later took us to a village bar late into a well spent evening.

Many thanks to Colin for making that tremendous effort in setting a Run way up in Toco and for hosting us. I believed we all had a wonderful time. ON ON!

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From the Office of the Iron Lady

Toco….Toco…..This run was advertised on the Hash Site as the Avengers Run, so I say realllllllllllllllll super heroes coming out. So I decided to bring my white dove to portray the spirit of Peace but then I got a call from Colin at 3.00 pm on Friday evening saying that he needed hares for the run…I said ok and advised the man who does iron meh pants we going Toco earlier Saturday to set the run with Colin. We set the run, it was about an hour but it was good. Let there be Peace on this Hash and let it begin with all ah we……Let there be Peace on this Hash the Peace that was meant to be, with the Iron Lady as the Hash Master hashers all ah we, let us run with each other in perfect harmony.

Welcome to our virgins, it was nice to have you

Happy Birthday: Sharon (Central Posse), Janelle

Poofter: Mark Nuzum (Numbnuts) for saying he was tired on the trail and having Ivan hear that, Ivan’s reply was “boy you training with me on weekends when you go hikes, you shouldn’t be tired”.

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Directions to the next run

Date: Jun 23, 2012
Time: 8:45a.m.
Hares: Wahid, Numbnuts and Marlon
Run Site: Chacachacare Island

Everyone has to be at Pier 1 no later than 08:45am to commence boarding @ 09:00am, so we can leave promptly @ 10:00am for Chacachacare. We commence boarding at Chac @ 04:00pm (16:00hrs). The after lime will be at Pier 1.

2012 RECEDING HARELINE


Trash Run #807

30 May

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HARELINE Salma Khan 753-8843 salmakhan_10@hotmail.com
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RUN# DATE HARES SITE SCRIBE
806 May 12, 2012 Mahashma, Papa Smurf, Unforgiven (Harold) and a villager Vega de Oropouche Orocle Fish

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‘When Ah was young, Ah never needed anyone
and making love was just fuh fun, those days are done…
Doh Wanna Be All By Muhself! Doh wanna bee ‘

Arriving 30 minutes after de pack has gone gives one time fuh introspection. It’s amazing de things yuh mind can conjure.
“Doh worry tuh try it” quote Arlene & Asha & somebody else (Ah forget who) coming back from ah trail walk “Dey left before we started to walk 20 minutes ago. Dey said de forest real dense, dangerous, and perilous even, and dat everyone should stay with de pack, dat it was plenty false trails and if anyone gets lost dey won’t be able tuh find them, plus yuh might get swallowed in de swamp. Yuh crazy, yuh too late!”

Abnormally for muh tuh be in de company of a dubious sophomore virgin bimbo wannabe who emphasized and regurgitated dat hysteria above and dat of course made the challenge irresistible tuh muh chest hair…
“Which direction dey went?”
“Into de bush” quote A & A etal pointing.

Yuh can conjure it, off Ah went dragging de sophomore along; but dat didn’t last as she turned back at de first puddle o’ mud, quoting “Wen dey get back ah go send dem to get yuh”, “Ah fraid snakes”
‘All by muhself, doh wanna bee’ singing, ah hear, can have ah calming effect, even if silently, in counterpoint tuh de raucous chilling call of de cicadas’ dat ah knew were just 2 inch sized males desperate tuh mate… hmmm… remind yuh of anyone.
‘Doh wanna bee’, getting tuh any Ex.’s ah thought. Ah turning back sure. Lo and behold next thing ah see in yuh mammy derriere ah – X. Ah long uphill !#&! one, dat from de well trodden trail up tuh it caught most ah de pack. But de check wasn’t broken so dey didn’t back track dat far. So golly, dis is de ‘go-no go’ point …and who likes humble pie? ‘Doh wanna bee’ Darn it! In haste ah forget de ‘OFF’ and all kinda thing stinging.

‘Doh wanna be’ Having yuh first encounter with tropical swamp tree roots by tripping head first into freshly muddied thigh-deep water. Nah use trying tuh find ah safe clean way through. De Mahatma’s photo was worth a thousand spills. Buh de swamp trees are magnificent, snake-like roots and all. OMG! De pack went thru here?!! Well ah better ‘man-up’ and like Mags said later quote “Run like ah beast”

‘Doh wanna be’ shouting “How R Uuuu…?” and hearing it go on forever… like dropping a pebble into a hole tuh test de depth and hearing … silence. Doh wanna be, quote “having tuh fish around in de swamp tuh retrieve yuh shoes sucked in by de mud” well conjure dat. Doh wanna be de person dropping ah empty Blue Waters bottle fuh muh tuh clean up… Or de cap ah mile further down trail, quote Crystal “De cap drop in de water how yuh expect muh tuh find dat?” Ah dunno “Wait fuh it tuh float ashore… “

Doh wanna be ungrateful fuh Nitin’s new bride who so slow enough tuh allow muh catch-up tuh ah friendly face, and tuh Richard a comforting sight sweeping up the back pack and, after much convincing, not allowing muh tuh do de river loop. (Betcha-by-golly-wow! we went thru de swamp!!!) Doh wanna be seeing anymore water on de hash for awhile, river, sea, any kind.
Doh wanna be, de ninny who read de ONIN as de NINO and lead de pack back down de trail, de wrong way. Doh wanna be, convincing de lady complaining not impressed by muh assertion dat quote “mud is good if yuh embrace it, like snow”
Doh wanna be, partying all night, in de middle of nowhere since de Hash acquired a spanking new power supply dat allows us tuh down-down ’til morning come… Thanks FT Farfan. Doh wanna be numbnuts in ah birthday suit, or harper in ah candle hat, or nitin in lingerie… Doh wanna be, eating peleau peleau peleau all de time; wah bout sum Dumpling? Saltfish? Bhaggi? Bygone? Dhal? Oildown? De burger-man even? Doh wanna be like, tuh quote de caterer girl “De mistah fall splat! On he arse, but he hold on tuh he food”

Doh wanna be partying at de ‘Check Out Bar’ and hearing bout ah overseas hash clash boycott. Like Jimmy Adams said about WI cricket, quote “you support whoever is in de position” Doh wanna be letting Hayden, or Salma, put de pepper on yuh chicken. Doh wanna be de Check Out Bar’s Angel Gabriel sprinting with ah Harp and biting dust… “if yuh weren’t dere – yuh real miss out.” ON ON!

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From the Office of the Iron Lady

Run of the year….virgin terrain, enough bushe, water, swamp, bawling ladies, plenty beer, good food and a great after lime by Check-Out Bar….There was even a race or a sprint (if you want to call it that) by the bar, after 9.oo pm with a villager (Andrew Cabral) who was warming up for a race at 6.00 am the next day and our very own Curtis Harper (I just had to whisper in his ear you running for a bottle of rum) and that was it Curtis barefooted out shined the bare-back villager.

Welcome to our virgins, it was nice to have you: Kevin, Phil, Josie, Cherry-Ann, Carl

Happy Birthday: Numbnuts, Curtis Harper and Sofie

Poofter: Harold Lee aka unforgiven was a hare on this run and he got lost with some hashers.

Advisory for Run#811 – Down D Islands at Chacachacare on the 23rd June 2012

This is an advisory and for you to respond with regards to run# 811 which will take place 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.

This will be a day event commencing from 10:00am leaving for “Chac” and returning at 5:00pm. You will be required to walk with your meals, (coolers by choice), the hash bar will be on site as usual.
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 27th May 2012.

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Directions to the next run

Date: Jun 9, 2012
Time: 3:30p.m.
Hares: Richard (Burger Man) & Hayden
Run Site: Frankies Restaurant & Bar, Corner Alberto Street & Ariapita Avenue, Woodbrook


2012 RECEDING HARELINE


Trash Run #806

13 May

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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)
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

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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!

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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.

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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.

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Directions to the next run

Date: May 12, 2012

Time: 3:30p.m.

Hares: Colin

Run Site: To be advised – Check Website


2012 RECEDING HARELINE