HIMALAYAN MEN’S HASH RUN NO 0001 (MONDAY 15 OCTOBER 1979)
trail led through a river – why did I wear my newbeautiful white socks thought Niel (got the spelling right this time I hope!) so those two took the long way round by the bridge. The rest, not earning the same high salary and therefore in much older clothes plunged happily into the cool water (ankle deep) and were on the final run in to the BEER. The hares dutifully bringing up the rear had problems passing two huge buffaloes on the path which is why they were a bit behind – or that’s their story anyway!
Runners on the Inaugural Himalayan Hash House Harriers
John Wyatt Smith
Roger Binks – Hare
Keith Robinson – Hare
Why not join us on a gentlemen’s run where you meet only the best people – open to all men.
|Location||Bhaktapur main road west of Thimi|
|Hares||Keith Robinson and Roger Binks|
|Hashit||Apparently not awarded|
The inaugural run for the Himalayan Hash House Harriers took place on Monday 15 October at 4.30 pm. The trail was laid by Roger Binks and Keith Robinson. The past few days had collected quite a few promises but on the day for a variety of reasons that no professional hasher would ever dare to use, only eight strong men turned up. It was however a mini UN with representatives from Canada, Australia, Sweden and UK. This was most heartening as we hope that with this initial broad base we will expand fast. The run set off from just west of Thimi on the Bhaktapur main road. The trail started off with a longish run with rather too little paper (hares to note) but then checked twice helping to keep the young bunched up behind John Wyatt Smith who set a cracking pace. John is a very experienced Hasher, having run in the first ever Hash in KL in 1939. The trail then went uphill which caused us all to blow a bit, but soon we were on the downward slide after only a short altercation with a Tibetan terrier who had never seen so many lovely clean heels running past before.
After loosing paper, not helped by the hares being too far behind to put the leaders straight, we went up sh-t alley into a village and then turned for home. What a view, the Himalayas pinks in the setting sun stood out In all their magnificence. David stopped to admire the view, letting it be known that waiting for the birth of your child gets you terribly out of condition! We were now on the final stretch much encouraged by a local who shouted, ‘asti asti’ or ‘slowly slowly’ for those of you still learning the language. Then – there it was – the