Run 1415 Nommo Gallery
Hares – mama mia, assisted by a boda boda.
Venue – Nommo Gallery opposite the Presidential lodge / state house in Nakasero. You cannot miss it.
The Run.
The run begun with a false trail downhill towards Ruwenzori courts, the ensuing check back brought us back to reach the All saints Church, where the walkers had an on on while the Runners and hashers went down little bit and run the entire bit (I do not know if they call that road Kyaddondo road) then past he former offices of USAID to that place just before the Private Sector Foundation Uganda where we had our first check point 9at that junction)
Then it was a climb up and past the blood bank then down again till we reached that place that used to have a Chinese restaurant, I think that restaurant is still there but I forget the name of the restaurant. This is where we heard our second check point. . . Not so sure about the position of the second check point but I remember there was a time at which we went down towards Hotel fairway, then round till we got to the Nakasero Primary School Football field where we had a check point. Probably this was the third check point. Then from the third check point it was an on in through that road which separates the Royale Imperial Hotel and Serena Hotel Kampala, up past Mosa courts past Rock gardens with all those wonderful memories then on in to Nommo gallery.
The circle
Rather subdued I would call it, there were a couple of visiting Hashers putting on jeans and white T-shirts, they claimed to have been visiting us from New York. They gave us a song, which by the way, this almost earned them hashit, they sounded like they were reciting the famous epic poem “The Iliad”.
Chatter box and Hashit were awarded (details are still coming in although some w*****rs are blocking the website where I get most of my information because they are sympathetic to the Wiki leaks guy who tells people things that were done to them that they should not be knowing and this make the people who have received this new information very very pissed off. (This is a short version of explaining everything about what is going on wikileaks)(I do hope those hackers do not start bombarding the KH3 blog with all sorts of data to slow it down,)(I am laughing at my own joke, time to check myself in at the nearest rehab)
Anyway, that was that, the mood was a little bit subdued, the management I heard later could only offer us one small table for our food so everything was served there, the caterer did not come with forks or spoons of knives so it was eating with the fingers, quite memorable if you asked me, by the way there was no water at the venue so basically, the situation was more of (our neighbors washed their hands after eating at the wedding party), there were no seat but the grass did just fine. The food was hot, so hot that it could scald your fingers. Beer was going for either 3,500 or 4K while the sodas were going for 1,500/=
Announcements made that day included the next Monday run that is due to be held at Danny’s Corner, somewhere in Muyenga towards the stone Quarry, (around there there, look out for the mango tree and a man grazing tow cows) while the run after that would be the club silk Christmas run, come with your dancing shoes, red and white is the dress code.
On On
Katanga
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Friday, December 10, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Hash #1414 - Palm Bar, Kisasi
Date: November 29, 2010
Hares: Mahoganess and Buffalo Dung
On my way to the hash on this particular Monday I happened to run into Defaulter and guest on a boda boda. Not knowing exactly where the hash was I offered them a ride and proceeded to be directed in what I was sure was a really bad way to go. We were basically off-roading through the village but then, to my surprise, and I'm pretty sure it surprised Defaulter too, we ended up on the right road and got there with 3 minutes to spare, which was plenty of time for Defaulter to stuff his pockets with free condoms that were all over a table inside the courtyard.
I took it easy and joined the hashers as I was feeling a bit under the weather after a wild hash bash but even so, we all started with a nice mountain climbing journey, followed closely by a mountain descent. The FRBs leaped and bounded down like mountain goats, when all I could imagine was my ankles giving out, my feet sliding on the loose maram and tumbling down the mountain in a painful and embarrassing fit - accompanied, not doubt, by hashers' raucous laughter.
During one check point we had, not a beer stop, but a whiskey stop. I believe it was Johnny Walker red label and it came complete mixers compliments of Perry Mason.
The rest of the run was uneventful except for the exodus of dragonflies that was going on over our heads. I had never seen anything like it but there must have been something damn good at the end of their flight because there were thousands!
In the circle we found out that hashers found the run too short, too dusty, too wet, not enough condoms and not enough whiskey.
Announcements:
- Next Hash - so, knowing what I know now, the next hash (that happened just before I sat down to write this blog) is actually at Nomo Gallery, but Mpuuta announced that it was going to be at Fly Zone in Kajjansi, zeya zeya! Mpuuta!! What happened?!
- Kampala MTN Marathon is featuring a KH3 tent as usual including breakfast for 5,000/- and beer for 1,000/- thanks to the grand masters
New Comers:
- Steven from Mukono came with thanks to Defaulter
Returnees:
- Gogolo has been out campaigning for M7, I actually heard that that stupid "You Want another Rap" song was Gogolo's idea...
- Fuggles is apparently very married but I wasn't sure if she was trying to brag or if she was complaining. But then she announced that she does 2 hashes per year so I stopped caring.
Sinners:
- Mechanica reached the hash at 6:30pm when everyone knows that the hash is actually THE only thing in Kampala that starts on time: 6 on the dot!
- Brenda got in trouble for playing with the hash tools - I guess that means she was playing with Queenie and Buffalo Dung? they're tools right?
- Dirty Dick, even though he has a very important place on the mismanagement committee as hash horn, didn't show up to the hash bash.
- Faisal got in trouble for not announcing himself as a new comer
Chatterbox:
No new offenses, these people just talk a lot so no real need for explanation. The nominees were Al's Bar, Kumamaji, Ali, Laura, Tutu and Topher. Kumamaji took home the honors.
Hash Shit:
- Sudhir for speaking out against sex on the hash
- Defaulter for having sex on the hash
Of course Defaulter won the honors because he's just that kind of guy.
On! On!
Solar Erection
Hares: Mahoganess and Buffalo Dung
On my way to the hash on this particular Monday I happened to run into Defaulter and guest on a boda boda. Not knowing exactly where the hash was I offered them a ride and proceeded to be directed in what I was sure was a really bad way to go. We were basically off-roading through the village but then, to my surprise, and I'm pretty sure it surprised Defaulter too, we ended up on the right road and got there with 3 minutes to spare, which was plenty of time for Defaulter to stuff his pockets with free condoms that were all over a table inside the courtyard.
I took it easy and joined the hashers as I was feeling a bit under the weather after a wild hash bash but even so, we all started with a nice mountain climbing journey, followed closely by a mountain descent. The FRBs leaped and bounded down like mountain goats, when all I could imagine was my ankles giving out, my feet sliding on the loose maram and tumbling down the mountain in a painful and embarrassing fit - accompanied, not doubt, by hashers' raucous laughter.
During one check point we had, not a beer stop, but a whiskey stop. I believe it was Johnny Walker red label and it came complete mixers compliments of Perry Mason.
The rest of the run was uneventful except for the exodus of dragonflies that was going on over our heads. I had never seen anything like it but there must have been something damn good at the end of their flight because there were thousands!
In the circle we found out that hashers found the run too short, too dusty, too wet, not enough condoms and not enough whiskey.
Announcements:
- Next Hash - so, knowing what I know now, the next hash (that happened just before I sat down to write this blog) is actually at Nomo Gallery, but Mpuuta announced that it was going to be at Fly Zone in Kajjansi, zeya zeya! Mpuuta!! What happened?!
- Kampala MTN Marathon is featuring a KH3 tent as usual including breakfast for 5,000/- and beer for 1,000/- thanks to the grand masters
New Comers:
- Steven from Mukono came with thanks to Defaulter
Returnees:
- Gogolo has been out campaigning for M7, I actually heard that that stupid "You Want another Rap" song was Gogolo's idea...
- Fuggles is apparently very married but I wasn't sure if she was trying to brag or if she was complaining. But then she announced that she does 2 hashes per year so I stopped caring.
Sinners:
- Mechanica reached the hash at 6:30pm when everyone knows that the hash is actually THE only thing in Kampala that starts on time: 6 on the dot!
- Brenda got in trouble for playing with the hash tools - I guess that means she was playing with Queenie and Buffalo Dung? they're tools right?
- Dirty Dick, even though he has a very important place on the mismanagement committee as hash horn, didn't show up to the hash bash.
- Faisal got in trouble for not announcing himself as a new comer
Chatterbox:
No new offenses, these people just talk a lot so no real need for explanation. The nominees were Al's Bar, Kumamaji, Ali, Laura, Tutu and Topher. Kumamaji took home the honors.
Hash Shit:
- Sudhir for speaking out against sex on the hash
- Defaulter for having sex on the hash
Of course Defaulter won the honors because he's just that kind of guy.
On! On!
Solar Erection
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Run 1413 - Hash Bash - Royal Suites Bugolobi
Run 1413 – Hash Bash – Royal Suites Bugolobi
Hare: Al’s Bar
Date; Saturday 27th November 2010
The Run;-
The Run begun from the swanky or is it Swampy Suites (it seemed to me like a lot of land reclamation too place expanding the place from like one quarter acre to Foot ball fields of space right in the middle of the City) but that too is a story for another day.
From the venue, a check back brought us to our senses then up we went to run along Binayomba Road, till that place as you approach the Bugolobi Flats, then down into some kind of Katanga-like place behind the flats of Bugolobi to reach the check point numero uno at that place where there is still a football field waiting to be reclaimed by some developer soon. Anyway, this place overlooks the Bugolobi flats. We had a song from Dayo, using some chick (I do hope it’s not sexiest to use that word Hackenbush) as illustration. I think it was that song, ‘ if she were a single and she was to marry, she would marry a mechanic more than any other, for he would screw and she would screw, they would screw together, right I the middle of ………………… screwing one another. (Oh dear, I beg for forgiveness)
Then round we went round about there-there (as Mpuuta like to call it) till we got to some Washing bay along the Bugolobi – Kitintale Road. Then with we climbed that road that leadeth ( a little chakespeare in me)( or is it shakespear) to the MTN switch, where by the mercy of his most gracious, most merciful I once entered and saw ‘network’ live with my very own two eyes. Just before the MTN switch, we went down to reach the Bugolobi market, through the market and climb that Hill that has got a church and half way through the Hill we took a left turn and a gentler climb and an equally gentle decent past what looked to me like some kind of educational institution, to the second check point.
At the second check point, we got another song from Dayo, this one about body parts movements, then a basic on in took us right back to the Suites. My estimate is about 4 – 6 K.
We are glad to have received some green T-shirts, prior to the run.
The Circle
The fruits were generous by all proportions. The circle was held, the number of participants in the run were about 50 or so. Not too bad for a Saturday run. (I am trying to sound as unaffected as possible)
We had Afirfart as a returnee. Who claimed that she had been on tour working, when the more informed of us know that she had been busy making babies.
Sinners included Afrifart, Perry mason, Loketo, Saddam, Galloping Major and Kandahar and a few newer Hashers.
Chatter box went to Solar Erection after she won a close encounter with Porn Master
Hash Shit or should we call it Bash Shit went out to Toilet Kiss after Arrow gal rejected her nomination and instead nominated the one who nominated her Solar Erection because there was no magazine this Hash year.
The rest, as they say is mere wolokoso.
After the circle, it was a break for one hour to freshen up then the real fun started. But the full details of the fun, what went so dead wrong, what went so right, who fought with who, who wanted to telephone whose wife that the husband at the Hash kisses so many wankerettes excluding her and that she too wanted to be one of them, How some idiot closed down the entire Hash bash so prematurely, being ordered to sing national anthems, being ordered to stand up, being forced to switch off television and the like, who sleeps with who after just buying her one beer, erections that took place and the drama of the electoral process, how many moonberg lager were drank, who won what award, and basically that sort of thing, the full details are going to be brung to you after the people from WIKILEAKS have approved them. On on
By the way we know exactly how each one of you voted, each ballot paper was corresponding to the number that registered with, and we matched the numbers and now know the details so we are going to concentrate the Hash Shits of this year to those one on the NO side. Actually I plan to ask Hajji Aziz kaPisser to publish the details of this list. It might be interesting.
Anyway, anyway, anyway, Nsanyuse.
Katanga BBI
By the way, here is a joke for you, I got it from Hash Master Party Boy, it was meant for that Magazine that did not come out this year. On On
Making a baby. This is hilarious!
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'
'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'
'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'
'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.
After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'
'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'
'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'
'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'
'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.
'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'
'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.
'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'
'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.
'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'
'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'
'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'
'Tripod?'
'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'
Mrs. Smith fainted
Hare: Al’s Bar
Date; Saturday 27th November 2010
The Run;-
The Run begun from the swanky or is it Swampy Suites (it seemed to me like a lot of land reclamation too place expanding the place from like one quarter acre to Foot ball fields of space right in the middle of the City) but that too is a story for another day.
From the venue, a check back brought us to our senses then up we went to run along Binayomba Road, till that place as you approach the Bugolobi Flats, then down into some kind of Katanga-like place behind the flats of Bugolobi to reach the check point numero uno at that place where there is still a football field waiting to be reclaimed by some developer soon. Anyway, this place overlooks the Bugolobi flats. We had a song from Dayo, using some chick (I do hope it’s not sexiest to use that word Hackenbush) as illustration. I think it was that song, ‘ if she were a single and she was to marry, she would marry a mechanic more than any other, for he would screw and she would screw, they would screw together, right I the middle of ………………… screwing one another. (Oh dear, I beg for forgiveness)
Then round we went round about there-there (as Mpuuta like to call it) till we got to some Washing bay along the Bugolobi – Kitintale Road. Then with we climbed that road that leadeth ( a little chakespeare in me)( or is it shakespear) to the MTN switch, where by the mercy of his most gracious, most merciful I once entered and saw ‘network’ live with my very own two eyes. Just before the MTN switch, we went down to reach the Bugolobi market, through the market and climb that Hill that has got a church and half way through the Hill we took a left turn and a gentler climb and an equally gentle decent past what looked to me like some kind of educational institution, to the second check point.
At the second check point, we got another song from Dayo, this one about body parts movements, then a basic on in took us right back to the Suites. My estimate is about 4 – 6 K.
We are glad to have received some green T-shirts, prior to the run.
The Circle
The fruits were generous by all proportions. The circle was held, the number of participants in the run were about 50 or so. Not too bad for a Saturday run. (I am trying to sound as unaffected as possible)
We had Afirfart as a returnee. Who claimed that she had been on tour working, when the more informed of us know that she had been busy making babies.
Sinners included Afrifart, Perry mason, Loketo, Saddam, Galloping Major and Kandahar and a few newer Hashers.
Chatter box went to Solar Erection after she won a close encounter with Porn Master
Hash Shit or should we call it Bash Shit went out to Toilet Kiss after Arrow gal rejected her nomination and instead nominated the one who nominated her Solar Erection because there was no magazine this Hash year.
The rest, as they say is mere wolokoso.
After the circle, it was a break for one hour to freshen up then the real fun started. But the full details of the fun, what went so dead wrong, what went so right, who fought with who, who wanted to telephone whose wife that the husband at the Hash kisses so many wankerettes excluding her and that she too wanted to be one of them, How some idiot closed down the entire Hash bash so prematurely, being ordered to sing national anthems, being ordered to stand up, being forced to switch off television and the like, who sleeps with who after just buying her one beer, erections that took place and the drama of the electoral process, how many moonberg lager were drank, who won what award, and basically that sort of thing, the full details are going to be brung to you after the people from WIKILEAKS have approved them. On on
By the way we know exactly how each one of you voted, each ballot paper was corresponding to the number that registered with, and we matched the numbers and now know the details so we are going to concentrate the Hash Shits of this year to those one on the NO side. Actually I plan to ask Hajji Aziz kaPisser to publish the details of this list. It might be interesting.
Anyway, anyway, anyway, Nsanyuse.
Katanga BBI
By the way, here is a joke for you, I got it from Hash Master Party Boy, it was meant for that Magazine that did not come out this year. On On
Making a baby. This is hilarious!
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'
'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'
'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'
'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.
After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'
'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'
'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'
'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'
'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.
'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'
'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.
'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'
'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.
'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'
'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'
'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'
'Tripod?'
'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'
Mrs. Smith fainted
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