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In search of the Holy Trail. Hash # 376
The pope has landed, the news spread like wildfire across Bavaria and all hashers were full of and on the 17th hour the the hash set forth on it´s pilgrimage down to Feldafing on the bonny banks of Starnberger See. The train schedule ensured that most arrived punctually, where we were greeted by the hares Betty Boop and BMW. The weather was appropriately sunny for a visit of the RA´s boss.
Gallery pics of run 376
But the boss didn´t appear on time (he may have taken the huff that his high priest in Bavaria is a lady and pregnant to boot, so MH3 procession set off in search of the Pope, the FRB´s having to bear this cross. Hare, Betty Boop was particularly excited and swept up the stragglers from the front! We quickly passed through a holy playground with icons, pews and the “Leidensweg Christi” – but old Pappy was still not to be found.
We ground to a halt at the beer stop where the preyers sang a hymn led by our venerable choirmaster Slap Head.
The trail wound through many leafy glades full of mushrooms and up to a viewing point on top of a massive water cistern (chapel?) on which our tallest hasher Erectus Maximus climbed to get an even better view – or get closer to the heavens.
To the peeling of bells the hash returned to Feldafing and and a short spermon from our RA Show Em who then handed over the chalices to Loose Nutz the Lay RA of the day, for a cumunion circle……
But the boss didn´t appear on time (he may have taken the huff that his high priest in Bavaria is a lady and pregnant to boot, so MH3 procession set off in search of the Pope, the FRB´s having to bear this cross. Hare, Betty Boop was particularly excited and swept up the stragglers from the front! We quickly passed through a holy playground with icons, pews and the “Leidensweg Christi” – but old Pappy was still not to be found.
We ground to a halt at the beer stop where the preyers sang a hymn led by our venerable choirmaster Slap Head.
The trail wound through many leafy glades full of mushrooms and up to a viewing point on top of a massive water cistern (chapel?) on which our tallest hasher Erectus Maximus climbed to get an even better view – or get closer to the heavens.
To the peeling of bells the hash returned to Feldafing and and a short spermon from our RA Show Em who then handed over the chalices to Loose Nutz the Lay RA of the day, for a cumunion circle……