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People think that Hashers (Hash House Harriers, look it up) only drink beer. — Here you see a bubbly stop. Let me explain: Each year, all the German HHH kennels meet for three days of running and debauchery. The organising kennel sometimes makes a bit … Continue reading Dispelling a myth
One minute he was standing there the next he was lying at the bottom of the slope. The Schadenfreude (obvious glee in his mishap) in the other fellows face is due to the fact that the fallen guy was the one who was responsible for … Continue reading Fallen in the line of duty
The only reason why you are not seeing 50+ socks in this post is because I’ve shown most of my sock pics before. These here are all new (but I meet the same people or the same socks on different occasions): Not all socks are … Continue reading Don’t get me started
That’s the battle cry of the Hash House Harriers when they are on trail. Trails are laid in chalk or flour (or jelly powder in snow). Occasionally in knickers. We see blobs, arrows, lines – and we run (or walk) in every weather, every terrain. … Continue reading On On!
There once was a woman who had set her heartOn becoming a Harriett. She gave it a start:She came and she ran,She drank and she sang.And because of her skills they named her Jelly Tart. Laughing along with a Limerick: Jelly PS: A Harriett is … Continue reading A True Story from H3
The Ragtag Prompt was SOW. The action or the animal? Or maybe the car license number? In this case, for Stuttgart. There is a saying amongst Hash House Harriers that if you like your hash name then something is wrong. You are not supposed to … Continue reading The sow with any other name will still be one
A theme just down my alley (excuse the pun) but I take photos while on walks almost weekly. It’s when I stop being Elke and become Knicker Elastic, the name I use when I run (or walk) with the Hash House Harriers. It starts off … Continue reading Running/walking photographic commentary