A Bag Full of Memories

Written by eklastic

This was our goodie bag from last weekend except that I have the t-shirt in a burnt orange and a turquoise blue as well. The weekend which these items represent was so much more than the parts – sunshine and rainbows and a little bit of rain (and the weather forecast had promised almost three solid days of rain), and very hilly trails amidst the vineyards with gorgeous views of the Rhine and the Loreley, and wine and beer and cocktails and food and snacks and music and party to our hearts’ content – and most important: nice people quite a few of them friends, old and new ones. The youngest hasher was 8 months old and thus just 90 years short of our oldest hasher. And fun was had by all.

And as I promised to Bushboy: that will me be quiet about hashing for quite some time. After all the stress of organising 270 people, I can think again about other things now.

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13 thoughts on “A Bag Full of Memories”

    1. It was a wonderful weekend. A bit more exhausting than usual (about every 9 years or so our kennel has to organise the three days for between 200 and 300 hashers, depending on the size of the youth hostel).

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    1. Hashing is an English thing. It was started in 1938 in Kuala Lumpur by British expats. And in most kennels English is the predominant language – which makes it so easy if you’re travelling around the world.

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      4. No, the suggestion came from me because Bushboy suggested that without “my” hashers I wouldn’t have anything to show. It was just a banter between two ‘pressers. 😄

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