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. 
 

Red Dresses Invade Prague...

I spent the morning volunteering at the Registration Desk. Opee needed to be at the start much earlier than me. I eventually made my way with a bunch of hashers from the dorm by walking to the mall, catching the metro into the city and then walking to the run start at a beer garden overlooking the river. 

If you look carefully, you’ll spot me on the bottom left with my phone in my hand.

A non-hasher stopped us before we left the station for a group shot.

After watching Opee’s pre-run brief for the Ballbreakers, I hung out waiting for the regular runners to set off.

It was nice to see Grassy Ass, in yet another one of his original costumes. 

The view from the start was quite dramatic.
 

Opee Hares Red Dress Ballbreaker Trail...

When Opee learned a few days earlier that hares were needed for the Red Dress Ballbreaker Trail, instead of questioning why there would even be a ballbreaker trail that day as that’s not the norm, he volunteered. Turned out he was the only one dumb enough to volunteer. As you can see, there were plenty of hashers dumb enough to run his trail. 

Oddly enough, the organizer had planned the trail to just run over all the bridges crossing the river with no checks, ending at a restaurant for an early dinner. He’s clearly not a runner as that would have been an incredibly boring trail, so Opee just went with his gut and made up the trail as he ran.

Of course, he brought the pack through the heart of historic Prague...

…with plenty of photo ops along the way...

…and two impromptu beer stops (none were in the original plan, again confirming that the organizer is clearly not a runner). 

What was originally planned to be 22K, stretched out to nearly 30K because the restaurant had been prepaid so the finish couldn’t be altered in order to shorten the last leg of the trail.

From the last beer break, the pack didn’t give Opee much of a head start, so they quickly caught up with him and they ran the final 2K as a group of 27 exhausted but happy hashers. Opee was shocked to learn that the organizer had told the restaurant that they would be arriving hours earlier; apparently he thought they’d run 22K in just 2 hours, which would be race pace instead of hash pace. Most incredibly there were no whiners; everyone agreed it was a great trail with excellent comradery. 
 

Red Dress Hash...

It was cute that Brett was so excited about shopping for his first Red Dress Hash that he didn’t mind Veronica sending me photos from the dressing room. 

Our first stop was the market across the street from our hotel.

After some confusion why a man was looking for a dress, Jimmy and I found matching velvet princess dresses which we hope to wear to a future hash weekend. 

We definitely looked out of place at the market.

The hash started along the Seine River just down the street from the Austerlitz train station. 

It was great to see Moist Incest confidently wearing his new used dress (just ignore his tacky black leggings). 

We were very proud hash parents knowing that our hash horror and her boyfriend would be running around the streets of Paris in red dresses with us. 

Here’s the entire fashionable group at the start. 

Opee was sad to have to give up his lovely Eiffel Tower dildo, but it was someone else’s turn to run with it.

 

Hashing in The Hague...

We don’t hash much with The Hague H3 these days, so it was extra special to run around in the center of The Hague.

Here we are in front of the Ridderzaal...

...and here we are doing Down-Downs for a variety of hash sins.

Red Dress Hash in The Hague...

That Wednesday, The Hague H3 hosted a Red Dress Hash that started in front of the Peace Palace. I went into town a few hours early to have a chat and a drink with Deb, who served on the AWC Board with me years ago but is now living back in California. 

Opee stopped at the store to pick up a few pre-hash beers.

Lucy wore a green dress over a red one, which seemed a bit backwards considering the theme.

Even stranger was Virgin’s Dream, who showed up wearing a Santa outfit.

Turnout was impressive and the weather was excellent.