Hangover Hash...

The following morning after breakfast was the Hangover Hash, another non-official event. Our original plan was for Opee to hare a FILTH trail since it happened to be the day of the full moon and we had so many FILTH Hashers in attendance. After I learned that another Hasher had already scouted a trail, I tried to arrange it so Opee would help lay the trail, but failed to realize that he wanted to prelay the trail before Opee was even awake. So he was off the hook and could run trail with me. 

Boar Whore did a great job with the circle. Can’t remember what Strobe did to deserve this down-down, but it surely wasn’t a small offense as it earned him the coveted tea bag: beer served through a dirty sock. Afterwards many of us stuck around to help move the many boxes of leftover wine after a security guard insisted that one of the party tents had to be taken down prematurely. We had originally paid and planned to spend that night at the dorm, but decided to escape the grimness to head back into the city center, so packed up and left after helping out for a bit.

While this was by far the worst organized hash weekend we’d ever attended with the worst venue, food and shirt, we had a great time. Afterwards the organizer posted some statistics: 468 hashers, 4,000 liters of beer, 2,000 bottles of wine, 2 engagements and 0 divorces. 

Saturday’s Party...

It was nice to catch up with some San Diego hashers at dinner on Saturday. Unlike most hash weekends there was no theme so we didn’t bother with bringing costumes. We were entertained by some special inflatable costumes passing through the restaurant.

Nathan, the nine-year-old son of Alan, Strobe’s college buddy who lives in Germany, was so happy to be transformed into Pikachu. 

Later Cockatool, who organized the Eurohash 2019 cruise in Scotland, was thrilled to become a Minion.

Later entertainment included a folk band and a bunch of naked hashers crashing through the party tent for a midnight hash. 
 

Trail 11...

Meanwhile, Opee had a total blast on Trail 11! He and his co-hares bought an insane amount of booze that they carried to the six drink stops. 

Their trail was described as having Some/More elevation, but the hares made sure it had more by bringing the pack up to this scenic viewpoint. 

When it came time to live lay the final section of the trail, Opee was being chased by a fast hasher, so he went a bit off course thinking only he would follow, but ended up leading all the runners onto private property. He knew that something had gone wrong when he noticed a lot of cameras and race horses. He says he felt like he was trying to escape a scene in a James Bond film as the only exit was to run down the stream that went under the driveway. Only the first guy followed Opee’s exit, leaving the rest stuck inside the tall fences. Luckily a car entered the grounds and the rest were able to make their escape and easily found their way back to trail. 

Trail ended at a restaurant with incredible food. They circled up after lunch, but ran out of time...

...so circled up some more back at the dorms. Needless to say, Opee got extra down-downs for trying to get the pack arrested. A good time was had by all!
 

On-In for the Cider Trail...

Rather than a pub specializing in cider, we ended at a small grassy area next to a food truck specializing in cider. I wasn’t the only one who was disappointed that we couldn’t learn about making cider or use a toilet. 

While lunch was small, it was very tasty and we all appreciated the free-flowing cider...

…and that we could take a bottle as a parting gift.

At least this time I had some warning that I would be RA for the circle so I could keep track of some sins on trail and at the On-In. 

As usual, I started with the hares. who managed to make the most of what they’d been given and didn’t manage to lose anyone. It was a fun day! 
 

Spotted on Cider Trail...

Several of us were confused how our trail was singled out as STUNNING by the organizer. It was scenic, but so much as to earn the title of STUNNING (his caps, not mine). We did spot some interesting things, such as these signs warning of horses that like to rub their backs and laughing horses...

…a scarecrow with a football for a head...

…a castle in the distance...

…some hills...

…and a blue pedestrian bridge...

…over a river.

 

Running the Cider Trail...

After breakfast Saturday morning, we loaded up the buses to our trails. Here I am sitting next to Timmay, a prison guard from Florida, who I worked with at the Registration Desk. 

Three of the hares were from German kennels and one from the US. 

You might notice a black blotch over the baby jogger. Whoever posted this photo obviously was more worried about Just Dylan being visible than his parents did.

The first part of the trail included a lot of creek crossings. It was possible to avoid getting wet on the first few crossings, but eventually there was just no avoiding it. Unless you were one of the American Princesses, as one of the hares called the group of six walkers that stopped to remove their shoes at each of the crossings. 

There was a fresh spring where we could refill our water bottles. 

The descriptions for Saturday’s trails didn’t include approximate lengths, which was very unusual. It said there was some elevation, it was STUNNING, there would be cider instead of beer and it was suitable for runners and fast walkers. This particular hill was definitely more than “some” elevation. 

Luckily Start Me Up had Just Dylan at this point because Give It a Blow needed assistance to get the empty baby jogger up that steep hill with lots of loose rocks.  

Shockingly, I was in the group of frontrunners and got stuck doing an extra mile due to a fish hook (the first nine hashers had to run back to the back of the runners). Give It a Blow was actually ahead of me, but stopped when Just Dylan started fussing, so I passed him and arrived at the fish hook as number nine. 

Our drink stop featured shots of Czech liqueurs. 

 

Not a Normal Friday at Eurohash...

I spent another morning working at the chaotic Registration Desk. Unlike all previous years, the disorganized organizer worked alone rather than with a team to pull off this event. Lucky for him,  Neptunus, Higgins and Cockatool, who had all organized previous Eurohashes, stepped in to save the day. Strangely, there were no official events planned for the Friday, so I was happy to learn that Pittsburg H3 laid a trail starting at the dorm. It was a great trail until the moment that the trail just disappeared. After an exhaustive search, the pack finally gave up and turned around. Later we learned that the hare was disappointed that a gate was locked that he wasn’t expecting, so just stopped laying trail. After learning that there was another section of trail that we’d somehow missed, a smaller group set off to follow trail to the beer stop. Here I am sitting next to Porkless, one of the Red Dress hares. What a shock to learn that he tested positive for COVID-19 just four days later. Luckily no one at Eurohash caught it, including his wife. He never came down with any symptoms, but had to quarantine before catching a later flight. 

Although Opee prefers to lay his trails live, he agreed that it made sense to pre-lay Saturday’s trail. He was happy when he learned who his co-hares were: All Hands on Deck, Just In Beaver and Grassy Ass. After nearly a two-hour wait for the organizer to get around to sharing a map of their trail, the group set off. 

Opee said the trail they were give was actually pretty good, but they added a leg to get to this viewpoint. 

The map didn’t include any false trails, but they added plenty. 

Rather than prelaying the entire trail and ending at the brewery where they’d be ending the next day, they quit about 4K from the end due to rain at this restaurant. Opee enjoyed a proper goulash, a traditional Czech meal. 

Looks like the boys were tired on the Uber ride back to the dorm.

That evening there was a good rock band playing in the party tent. Strobe My Balls and Slippery Edge donned their traditional Dutch outfits just for fun and posed with Biggus Dickus and Pecker Shaker, actual Dutchies.  

 

Running the Red Dress Trail...

The hares for the runners’ trail were a couple from Dayton H3 who had also volunteered at the last minute. They prelaid the trail and then met the pack in a few locations to help us. 

Unlike previous Eurohashes, this trail was pay-as-you-go which led to impromptu beer stops.

Our trail eventually led back to the beer garden where we started and then continued onto the walkers’ trail, which led to more confusion. 

Regardless, we all figured it out and it was a nice trail. 

It was cool seeing Piss, our third sculpture by David Cerny. It was made in 2004 and is placed in front of the Franz Kafka Museum. Too bad that we didn’t know that we could have used SMS to command the men to write messages in the water. 

Somehow between the sculpture and Charles Bridge, I lost track of the pack, ending up with just two Harriettes. They chose to walk across, but I was thrilled to dodge the tourists as I ran across that iconic bridge, which turned out to be my favorite moment of Eurohash. I met back up with them on the other side and we made our way to the end. The bar was packed, so I was happy when Boar Whore and Tasty suggested that we run to the metro.

When we got back, the party tents were open as Eurohash had officially begun. The only options for vegetarians for dinner were baked beans and potatoes, so I was happy when another vegetarian invited me to join her for dinner at a nearby microbrewery. Opee and I ate there another night because there was again dismal options at dinner. At least the breakfast offerings were better, but by far this was the worst food we’d ever had at any hash weekend. 

Of course, bad food didn’t stop us from having fun. It was so great to be hashing again and see hash friends from all over. Unfortunately, the large contingent of hashers from the UK couldn’t come as UK tourists were banned from coming into the Czech Republic.