Camping Hash at Bi-Weekly's (#119)

The Hash goes to the Country!

Last weekend the mighty Santiago hash abandoned it gritty city-slicker image and headed out to the farmland and broccoli fields on the edge of town for a spot of jogging/stumbling, foolin in the pool and even a bit of football!  All of that before the normal hash festivities even began beneath the gum trees at Leonardo's parcela next-door to our very own Bi-Weekly Deposits bean fields!


The hashers line up for the start of the 'race'

a bit of a jog through a lecheria..not sure who smelt worse, hashers or cows..

 A minor navigational mishap occurred while our worthy beermiester was on the sacred-quest of filling the hash beer coolers, which saw him shanghaied into another dimension for the legendary last-weekend-of-summer-holidays traffic snarl, so he wasn't able to make it.   The hash then had break-the-glass and revert to 'Emergency plan B' (B for buy more beer!).

Despite half the hash being out of town on a road trip to La Serena (2 blokes and 10 girls....sounds like you were a bit outnumbered lads!) we managed a half-decent crowd of would-be campers and sometimes runners who managed to muster at (almost) the allotted time and place on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

After the run, straight into the pool for a spot of water polo....



Futbol action..

Then for those with any energy left it was off to the soccer field for 'Chile Vs the Rest' or something like that (not sure what team Scooby-my-doo was on, and i don't think he was either!)
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The GM decides to take the crocodile for one last ride..

Then it was time for some serious hash business back at the quincho.



Some virgins are inducted into the rituals of the hash

Names are handed out....to the only man who could follow the convoluted directions and actually made it to the hash via the public bus (see it can be done!!)



An Irish gent is born again as a Leprechaun

Then a sad farewell to two stalwarts of the hash....our lovely songmistress and the somewhat technologically challenged hashflash...




Dominasstrix and Full Service Bid us farewell in fine hash style and are inducted into... something or other..

After this it got really messy.....The hash decamped from the lush surrounds of Leo's parcela to the more 'earthy' delights of the selected campsite up the road.  Before long a fire was lit, 10 local dogs were adopted and the serious business of knocking off 5 or 6 bottles of wine and anything else vaguely alcoholic we could lay our hands on was commenced...

happy campers relaxing (or passing out?)  by the fire

bi-weekly deposit ties to fit something where it just won't go!

The RA shares some of his wisdom with a fireside oratory..

inspired by the Reggaeton playing next door, the campers break loose!

And finally the GM attempts to relieve some sore heads the next day with a traditional big-breakfast cookup!



Red Dress Run 2013!!

Red Dressed Hordes Overrun Santiago!

Hashers are normally a shy breed but on the Saturday after Valentine's, caution was thrown to the wind, second-hand stores were ransacked for anthing vaguely roja vestido and the fine gentlemen and ladies of the Santiago Hash House Harriers were kitted out in all thier glory for the 2013 RED DRESS RUN!!

The pack were given  their instructions by our charming (if initialy reluctant) hosts and the were off for a jaunt through centro, much to the delight of the bemused, confused and abused (ing?) locals who regaled us with their usual cheers of encouragement, tooting of horn and jolly exhortations to run faster and harder (well that is at least what i think they were saying...) for the great cause of international  hashing  (and cross-dressing obviously).


"just cause i'm wearing a dress doesn't mean i can't scratch ..."

 

 

"What the???"

 

The runners made a mad dash through centro and some parks, got lost several times, as is their custom and generally ran amok through the smooching teenagers and maurading street dogs to eventually meet up with the runners somewhere near the home of all things crazy in downtown Santiago, plaza italia.  

 

 



some were wearing their red dresses on the inside.....

 

Arriving back at our hosts fine roof top quicho  (the adjacent pool quickly emptied of children by  thier nervous parents who where somewhat intimidated by 45 hashers in red dresses for some reason...), our sterling piss-pourer then lined up a mighty table-full of foamy lager and the festivities began!

True to form the RA joined in the celebration with much style and enthusiasm!



"on your knees and repeat after me...."

There were of course some hash-names to be handed out (anybody remember what they where??...i remember something about free-willies and daddybaters but after that is is all a blur.....)
and some visitors showed us the importance of matching your outfits....

not sure what's going on 'downstairs' there on the left but...

and the lads demonstrated how exactly a frock should  be worn...

After the circle it was time to cool off in the pool with 'cumming up for air' demonstrating his best stripper swirl....

No hash would be complete without a trip to flannery's to belt out a few karaoke tunes....sump pump, you did us proud!

Don't for get it is all on again next Saturday 2nd March at Bi-weekly Deposit's parcela for a camping hash and then back to Flannery's (where else?) for the All Green St. Patrick's day hash on 16th March!

On On.

 

Next Hash #118 - Saturday 16th Feb 2013

HASH Nº 118 - Red Dress Run 2013

DATE: Saturday, February 16th

TIME: 5 PM (Note: New Temporary cause-you-all-think-it-is-too-hot super summer time!)

PLACE: 353 Santa Isabel (two blocks west of Portugal)

METRO: Santa Isabel

HOST:. ‘Just Eric’

HARES: Easy-as-123, 'Just Eric'

COST: $3000

AFTER: Asado. Bring your own cutlery, drinks, salads and meat to share.

 

 

Goundhoggin it.

IT'S SO FUCKING HOTTTTTTT   WE ARE SO LOSTTTTT

Those were the primary complaints at this Saturday's Ground Hog Day Hash.  But if that's all you hear a Hasher complain about, it truly is a good day of Hashing.

We met at Acting Seaman and Mariachi Mansterbator's rooftop quincho in the centro and got off to a late start, (as is tradition).  Heat, hangovers, a shirtless front-running bastard...who knows what kept leading the Hashers astray?  The runners ran twice the necessary distance trying to track down the trail, while the walkers yet again missed a scrumptious beer stop.  Which was perfectly positioned across the street from a children's park, so as to make us look sketchy as hell.

A great view of Shayna's ass is definitely worth celebrating.

Back at the circle, so many down-downs were taken that we ran out of beer!   It was a long circle.

and a wide circle

sweet alcoholic nectar

The most interested they have ever been in anything ever.

Historically, Hashers have excelled at posing seductively on accident.

There were copious tongue-lashings from the Religious Adviser because so many people were talking in the circle...

HEY GURL HEY

OH HEY GURL LOVE THOSE BANGS

Much of the circle was spent naming a few 5th time Hashers, including Sebastian Rojas, now known as Energizer Boy Scout...

"You must be THIS TALL to ride me."

Dawn Rojas, to be now and forever called Spitz Don't Swallow...

Like Shakira under a waterfall.

...and finally Erica Soto received the name Cafe con Cock.  Welcome to the Hash fam you three!

She actually brought a shower cap!  Inventive, but futile.

Then, the asado.  Meeeaaaatttttt...

Ray spent a lot of time on his knees heating things up.

And OF COURSE the last stop was Flannery's Irish Pub for some karaoke.  If you haven't come to Flannery's after a Hash yet, you're missing out.  Just saying.

This really IS the most interested Mark has ever been in anything ever.

karaoke bliss

Kevin calls this face: "karaoke up the butt"

The next Hash will be the Red Dress Hash!  Come wearing your slinkiest red cocktail dress!  Or perhaps your most elegant red ballgown.  Or your red miniskirt.  Whatever red sexiness you clothe yourself in, remember to bring your running shoes.  On On!

On Also...if you have pics that are just. too. good...send them to be included here!

Low Hanging Fruit

With overripe apricots plopping suggestively onto our heads, and grapes swinging in and around our faces, this Saturday's 116th Hash could not have received a more appropriate name than "Low Hanging Fruit".  Bi-Weekly Deposit's Nunoa home provided the perfect patio for a rather large turnout.  The Hash was definitely a fun one, full to the brim with debauchery, injury, crap, crêpes, down-downs and bottoms up.

Bi-Weekly Deposit and Easy As 1-2-3 hared the trail, leading our motley crew through the sweltering streets of Santiago on a very short summer run (sans beer stop).  In true, confused Hasher fashion, many of the group ran straight past Raul's house on the return.  Some Hashers missed the run completely and showed up late!  For SHAME.

The telltale sign of a lost Hasher: poo.

French Polisher stepped in as the Grand Master and Canuck Puck led the religious activities in fine form.  The circle was short and sticky sweet, to be highlighted here...

As it was his 50th Hash, Canuck Puck joined The Order of the Purple Pukus.

No stranger to wet head.

Sir Ladybug and Easy As 1-2-3 had to shoot the boot when it was discovered that they were wearing new shoes...

foot fetish?

Shayna and Maria Virginia were anointed with beer and flour upon receiving their official Hash names, as is tradition.

One works for the Turkish embassy, one has the last name "Dickstein". Just...sooooo many good names during that brainstorming session.

I present to you Gobbler and Bone Her Parts

Welcome to the most dysfunctional of families, ladies.

This guy.

Self-proclaimed "Rico Suave" takes a down-down...and spills all over himself. 

These people.

"we pick things up and put them down"

A super soaker!

seriously, best idea ever

And ohh baby, those down-downs.

During the post-Hash asado, many a Hasher made new friends.

Old faces.  New faces.   And...that creepy face Raul's making.

Easily the highlight of the post-Hash debauchery was when Lick'n'Learn took a rather spectacular fall down an ascending escalator in the Santiago Metro.  Have you ever seen a dead curled up spider?  Our brave teacher drew a striking comparison, face down and bloody as the stairs slowly, and conveniently, moved her back toward the place she started.  Nobody had the wherewithal to take out a camera, so I took some artistic liberty.

I don't feel guilty because she is probably ok.

I think we can all agree, except maybe Caitlin, that it was a great Hash.  Can't wait for the next.  On on my loves!


PS. Thanks to Full Service (our Hash Flash) and Sir Ladybug for these pics.  If YOU have juicy photos from a Hash, email or post to the SHHH facebook page to be included in these updates!

PPS.  And for fuck's sake, pull out a camera if you see someone tumble down an escalator.

Next Hash #117 - Saturday 2nd February

HASH # 177

DATE:   Saturday 2nd February 2013
TIME:  4pm
PLACE:  Blanco Encalada 1771, across the street from the castle
METRO:  Toesca
HOST:  Acting Seman and Mariachi Mansterbator
HARES:  Moonjob and Bone-her-parts
COST:  $3000
AFTER:  Asado on the roof, fantastic view of the city and cool sea breeze!   Bring your own cutlery, drinks, salad and meet to share.

Hash Trash #115

If this year’s first hash is any indication, 2013 might be the best year yet.
A polar bear swim, beach side beer stop, naming ritual, frozen ass and plenty of
other debauchery set the bar high for the upcoming year of SHH shenanigans.

Click here to download a PDF of Hash Trash, complete with many photos, information for the upcoming hash and singing lessons. On on!