Por atrás pica el Hash, #132 Fonda style!

Many hours and maps later, hashers all around finally got to Prune's house, where our lovely hosts were waiting...

"El Camino" was short and sweet, but Acting Semen decided he had enough of trees and nature so...

 ...he thought it was a good idea to leave the top of the mountain like a pro, return to our fonda and drink some "healthy" juice and ice cream ( a.k.a Terremoto).

While everyone ran up th hill, Bi-Weekly Deposit practiced his "emboque" techniques,  demonstrating that with a little stick, great things can be done...

 Everyone kneeled down to receive all the experience and wisdom of Sir Lady Bug and Scooby my Doo who were celebrating 75 ( "Get a life") and 15 ( "You sitll have a life") hashes.

The moment has come, you can't hide anymore... welcome the new members: Home-schooled (Loving the lenguas), Macabeo for Tips ( In other words, Whipped!) and Pussy Wagon (Chicas magnet).

  Let the games begin!

 "Carrera de sacos"

   Instruction: Jump like hell.

 

"Silla Musical"

Instructions: Dance with your bootie, shake your butt, sit your ass, "Mueva el potito", grab a chair before someone elses tooshie gets there!

"Rayuela"

Instruction: Whatever Prune and Spank my Schnitzel's father does, you copy.

Yincana v/s Cueca ("Yincueca"), bring it!

Coming up for air giving cueca lessons like a true huaso, chileans take notes!

 

The Survivors...

 

Who are these beautiful women?, Who's the lucky guy?, Hot stuff! 

And this is the end ( for now), but we'll  be reporting soon from Hash Blog Central , until then...Burn baby burn...over and out.

Gettin' down... Phoenix-Style

We returned to old faithful, Bi-Weekly Deposit's home, (seriously is this guy not the best for allowing this nonsense to take place in his home over and over again?), where in the absence of some of our fearless leaders, Moon Job and Cummming Up For Air filled in flawlessly.  We circled up, anxiously awaiting our exotic-sounding "Phoenix-Style" run set by Prune and Cuban Nipple Crisis. 

We welcomed back some familiar faces.  As you can see, Viagra Vixen is beaming with a type of joy that only Father Abraham can bring... I mean he does have seven sons... 

Needless to say we got a very vague description of what Phoenix-Style would mean for us, and then we headed off. 

Expectations:

Reality:

This trail reeks of bullshit.

But, we remained in good spirits, as we chanted about teamwork, at least for awhile.

But seriously, the marks/instructions might as well have been written/explained in these:

Running six blocks only to find an X that shatters dreams resulted in in a (stay with me here) "candy cane-swirlysquare-halfdiamond-sunrise-sunrise-shutters bird-candycane-candycane sunrise-creepyeyeball-bird-halfdiamond-majesticlion". Seriously "doublezigzag-sunrise-triangleheadedsnake"???

This picture perfectly sums up the day:

The walkers just gave up and returned to the beer (walkers are so wise) and the runners ran close to 10K before it was all said and done.  In the post-run circle, Moon Job relished in his new found power and adequately doled out punishments to the hares.  Prune took it like a freaking champ.

We welcomed two new members into the Hash family.  Eventually the talks of U2 fanaticism and boinking Swedes lead to the introduction of Stroke My Bono and Nordic Nibbler.

Nothing says "Welcome to the family!!" like eggs, beer and flour atop your noggin.  

The next Hash with undoubtedly be "Santiago-Style" as we cueca-in the Fiestas Patrias.  Until then hashers, "wiltingflower-zigzag wiltingflower-zigzag!!"