The Annual G2H3 Xmas Hash

The leaves of the trees is lying on the ground. The wet and cold air is slowly slipping in between the clothes of the people in Gothenburg. The darkness of December leaves only imagination as the only shred of light for the inhabitants here. The sounds of the streets are quiet. The silent mood breaks every now and then from the loud engine of a city bus or the squeeking sounds from the city trams. The dark times, as its simply called here, which renders melancholy to the people, who solely relies during these times on the enjoyment of a warm apartment and some lit candles.

But alas, six brave souls from the G2H3 hash rebelled on this gloomy state of mind and gathered for the annual G2H3 Xmas hash. The hashers consisited of Eager Beaver, Cramp-in Stairs, Gaynor Boy, Whiney WOPR, Pain-in-Vain and Norwegian Woods. Dressed as a combination of santas and lucias, they wished to give the inhabitants of Gothenburg a sense of light and positive sounds to bring them up from their melancholy. Especially Pain-in-Vain defied the cold weather by running in shorts, making sure that he would not be affected by the weather in any sense. The hash started at Ă–stra Hamngatan 26-28 where the hashers boarded a tram toward the Old town. At the designated stop, the hashers got off and circled up. At the pre-circle, Gaynor Boy took the lead in the warm-ups. This was due to the fact that the Grandmaster of G2H3 was unable to attend this hash. The first hash that Narrow Gauge missed in the history of the G2H3, make sure that this does not become a habit NG!! The hares for this hash were Eager Beaver and Cramp-in Stairs.

The warm-ups consisted of some stretching exercises, with the milking of cows, bulls and peeing dogs. As well as the good ol’ rocket. The hashers were now excited to get going. The first part of the hash gave the hashers a view of the following 8 km. The trail was an everlasting maze of circles. Cudos to the hares who had laid this trail without the hashers crossing the trail. I do think that the hashers was totally lost at some times, they could easily just as well have ended up in Stockholm due to all the lefts and the rights in the trail.

As the trail slithered its way through the old town, Norwegian Woods found a suitable place to relieve himself of some fluids. A very suitable place it would turn out to be. Because the hares had laid a false trail making it very convenient for NW not having to run that additional length.
The hashers continued on the trail, leading them out from the old town toward the river and Marieberg. The hashers knew that they still had quite some distance to cover before the on-in. Gaynor Boy either had totally forgot his sense of directions or had just giving up for finding the correct trail at the checkpoints becasuse he started running in the completely wrong directions. Fortunately, he heard the calls of the on-ons and turned to go in the right direction again.

The trail led the hashers along the riverbank, where the fishing boat cemetary is. A very desolate place in Gothenburg. Some dead fishermen was probably awaken during the constant on-on alls from the hashers. Suddenly, the trail led the hasher up on bridge over the river. The hashers feared of a long way to go due to the new direction. But fortunately, a back check marker was noticed half way across the river. An evil marker and Cramp-in Stairs was waiting down below for the hashers to return with a big smirk on his face. But the hashers continued to push forward in spite of this evil deed.

The continuing theme of the trail, circles and turns, never stopped. And many hashers believed that the on-in was in reach, but no! The hashers still ahd a few more turns and a few more blocks to circle around before the on-in was reached. First the Opera house, where a group of joyful kids with parents noticed the runners with their bright uniforms and cool hats and they yelled: “Look mom and dad, running Santas!” I do believe that they got same nice Xmas spirit from that scene.

At last, the on-in was reached. After alot of turns and alot of flour blobs. The voices of the hashers were worn at the end but still some power from their vocals could be heard at the end. The post circle was simple. A song for the hares and some nice food was served, with porrage and sandwiches together with beer. It was a very nice and pleasant run, and the inhabitants of Gothenburg got a look that life do continue in spite of the cold and gloomy weather.

Well done Hashers!!


/Gaynor Boy