Democracy is alive and well on the Munich Hash. Following the online vote the day of the hash was delayed 24 hours to Boxing Day. Even with an extra 24 hours to get to Lohhof late-comers were the rule rather than the exception. Still we had 2 hares, a beer meister, 2 runners (Happy Hooker, Paula-the-Bastard) and yours truly taking up the rear all pre-warmed with Glhwein. The usual ritual of hash markings were explained in Polenta and were, thankfully, minimalist in nature. Even more minimalist was the walkers trail - a map. Well at least they can't get lost or anything like that. And some of them used to live here too. See you all at the drink stop.
With a daytime temperature or around -10 degrees it was probably the Coldest Hash Ever (TM) anywhere in the world and there was still plenty of snow on the ground. Full of turkey and Christmas Pudding we headed off into the unknown (unless you had a map). After a few ups, downs, lefts and rights stretching for about 6k, we finally reached the drink stop (aka Generic) for a couple of bottles of some sort of Amaretto cream concoction. Moreish it was too. More late comers arrived (Pole Dancer and SuBo) as well as finally the walkers who had trouble at the checks (did I mention they had a map?). Doh. Pretty soon it was time to head to the finish with a similar but shorter mixture of up, downs, lefts and rights. Lo and behold we were back where we started from. 8k of hashy nonsense was complete and the serious business was about to begin. No functioning pen or paper could be found so this scribe can only recount what remains in his memory.
Down-downs began with the hares, Bones and Generic. Then we had some visitors, just Giles, Broken Water and just Someone else. Oops. Happy Hooker was a boomerrang and the illigitimate Australians were also big time losers at the cricket. Or so it seems at the time of writing. There were the usual array of walkers, late comers and rebounds. Of significant note was the fact of AC/DC was wearing new shoes and duly drank from them. Eventually after about an hour of standing in freezing conditions at the Coldest Hash Ever (TM) we swung low (albeit not very low at all) and headed off for indian food, more beer and much rejoicing with Bruno.
Merry Hashmas everyone and a Hashy 2011