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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
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
The Hash House Harriers have two tartans (both listed in the Scottish Register of Tartans). Here I’m sporting my hunting kilt – in the colours of green (for the nature we run in), amber (for our favourite drink), with a thread of white (for the … Continue reading It’s not just checkered
Our US American host can’t make on the Sunday closest to Thanksgiving, so we celebrated our Hashgiving a bit early. It was a feast nevertheless, with not one but two turkeys (they are smaller in German shops) and lots and lots of sides.
If you lay a trail you need to know more or less where you going, how long it will take, and where good spots are on the way for possible deceptions or drink stops. In other words, you need to recce the area ahead of … Continue reading Know Your Terrain!