Grand Duchy Hash House Harriers

Run Report #467

	Schifflange 5-hour relay race on 31 May 2004

	T?telbierglaf 23 May 2004

	Recipes

	Run Report #486

	Run Report #467

	Quiz

	Frankie's Naming

	Halloween

	World HHH in Kuala Lumpur

	Xmas on the beach

On-on in Pissange by Ray Karmolinski

According to my latest and up to date list, the GDH3 run #467 was scheduled in Pissange. Pissange? Does such a place really exist? Our excellent Hare Raiser and scribe assured us with a laugh that the place does exist. I wake up on the Sunday, pull out my handy Gea Atlas and indeed find that it is a small village near Mondercange.

It was a cold morning, but luckily also a dry morning. I threw the beer in the car, and with my trusty Gea Atlas, head off towards Pissange. We weren?t expecting big numbers, because of the large contingent going to the World HHH in Koala Humpa. I was somewhat obligated to go to Pissange, as the other HHH beer was one of the World HHH attendants. Pissange is a small village, of about 10 people and 17 dogs and 2 llamas. As I was driving through the village, I saw 1st Check and Naples driving in the opposite direction. I turned around in a farmers driveway, nearly trampling 3 dogs of various mix-breeds and sizes, and proceeded to follow them to the only parking lot in the village that could fit three cars, the local bar and restaurant. So the four of us, are standing around saying what an quaint village, with lots of dogs. Then the conversation turned into something like:

Joy of Sex: This is an excellent location, who picked it?

First Check: Any village with a name like Pissange has to be done once by the HHH.

Joy of Sex: Who?s the hare?

First Check: It?s supposed to be Linford?s Lunchbox.

Joy of Sex: Oh, I haven?t seen him for months... Does he know?

First Check: He should. I?ve left dozens of voice-mails, E-mails, etc.

Joy of Sex: Ah... does he know?

First Check: Well... not really.

Everyone: Ah. I see.

First Check: It?s going to be a live HHH today. Any volunteers?

So after some hemming and hawing, I was forced to volunteer to be the live hare.

Joy of Sex: OK, do we have any flour?

First Check: I gave you some flour last week. Where is that?

Joy of Sex: ...at home.

First Check: Oh, did you have pancakes for breakfast? <General laughter> Here, I still have half a bag.

Boy do we miss Shaggy. So, now I had the challenge of setting a live HHH, in a village I?ve never heard of, with half a bag of flour. On-on. "Do you need this map?" No, that would only slow me down. Off I go, back into the village. I pass a farmer?s road into the pastures, and decide, this must be the right way to go. Soon after, I find myself between an electric fence and the edge of a plowed field. I think it should lead out into the open, but I curve around to find a dead-end. Aaah, I only have 5 minutes, and I have to turn around! I came back, and added a check. I leaped over the fence, and headed across the open field towards the mighty Pissbach. What?s that noise, some bulls? Hey they don?t look like bulls. What are they? Are there really llamas in Luxembourg? No time to investigate, I gotta run. I leap again over the electric fence, over a barbed wire fence, and am standing on the banks of the mighty Pissbach. I walk over the Pissbach, and over a destroyed barbed-wire fance, and scramble up the other bank, underneath some fallen logs, and into the Piss-bush (I?m not making this up).

Now I have the cover of the woods, to keep from being seen. I put another check and head off into the forest. After some minutes, I come to an opening where I can see the open field from where I came (when I was watching the llamas). I see the other HHHers checking it out. I think to myself, that I better not waste too much time, and decide to continue before I?m spotted. Then I hear, "There he is-look!" Holy shit, I?ve been spotted. I run like a bat out of hell, leaving checks everywhere. But in fact, there was nothing to worry about, because I knew it would take them time to cross the mighty Piss-bach, with all the surrounding hazards.

Now I realize that my half a bag of flour is now about a quarter of a bag, and I had to think about finding a trail back. I found a likely trail, and took a fork out of the woods, hoping it would lead to another access road and eventually back. Oh now, another farmers field... I?m not doing that again. Better put a false trail, and go back. "On-on", I hear in the distance. Gotta go! I found another trail that lead out to another access road. This lead back into the village, just 100 meters from the starting point. Oh no, that?s too short, and I still have a little flour left. Time for another false trail. I found another trail, and decided this must be the way. I?ll just make a little loop and come back into the parking lot. Oh-oh, there?s the false trail I just put before. Oh well, it doesn?t matter, as I just ran out of flour. But I better hide in the woods, so they don?t see me. Hey there?s Wan Gogh, running past the false trail. Is he blind and deaf? He turns around and spots me (a gray sweat jacket doesn?t make for good camouflage. I decide, that now I better join the group. I run through the woods, and come out into the opening, much to First Check?s surprise. "Where are you coming from." "You?ll see", I just said, cleverly, with no explanation.

So we have a small conversation at the check. Naples volunteers:

Naples: I got electrocuted.

Joy of Sex: But the fence is for the cows.

Wan Gogh: What can we conclude from this?

Nobody is running, so I decide that I better dissappear from the group again, so they can continue to enjoy the live HHH. I go back into the woods, and hide behind a tree. Five minutes later, the group appears, and First Check laughs, "You need a bigger tree than that." Thanks Tony. I report that I ran out of flour, and that we should head back for the beer. No one argued. We pulled out the beer, and then we see another familiar face. Nineteenth Hole comes back with torn pants, and blood gushing from the leg, "No one is kicking out the checks!"

Where is next weeks run? Petange. Pet-ange? Does such a place really exist? Is there a pet-back and a pet-bush? On-on.