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Addis Hash House Harriers

The Highest Hash in Africa!

 
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Hash Details!

Welcome to AAHHH, the highest Hash in Africa and one of the highest in the world, at 2400m above sea level. Some call Hash ‘The drinking club with a running problem.’ Perhaps this is true! Come and decide for yourself. We meet every Saturday afternoon, rain or shine, at 2pm / 14h00 (simint sa’at bityopia) in the Hilton Hotel car park, to run (or walk) somewhere nice outside Addis Ababa. Transportation is provided for those without.

We are a Family Hash: we welcome locals and expatriates, young and old, female and male, runners and walkers. We follow a paper trail laid in the morning by 'hares'. The size of the weekly Addis Hash outing ranges from about 60-90 runners and walkers, from a pool of regular Hashers numbering over 400. The run (and a shorter trail for walkers) takes about 60-75 minutes. It is followed by a circle to welcome newcomers and returnees, usually returning to Addis Ababa by 6.30pm (asra-hulet takul). The cost is 30 birr, while newcomers pay a first-time fee of 60 birr. We use this money to subsidise drinks and special events. Further info: +251-911-206908.

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The Shameless Run

Why Shameless? 

Well for a start he set it - but it had a number of other things shamelessly out of kilter like – er - no number. So apart from the date it is kind of difficult to ID.  It also managed to break a long and gorgeous spell of dry, sunny weather, designer made for the hash lizards that require sun to get their hearts started in the mornings. Instead it pissed with rain for the first half, and this despite loud assertions by the weathermen amongst us that nothing of the kind would happen. You could actually see the stuff coming in off the hills. It took until Tuesday to get the bloody mud off my shoes. 

This inauspicious start was followed by worse to come. In keeping with true A2H3 tradition the single Walking Hare lost the walkers, largely because he was having to do his recce on the hoof about 50 metres in front of the walkers. Meanwhile the single Running Hare was unable to prevent the pack from going backwards – running forwards of course but the wrong way round the trail. A sort of !!NO No rather than an On ON!! The highlight of this enormous false trial was the carcass of a very, very dead sheep that according to my sources, smelled even worse that the bogs at Che’s. 

This uniquely local adaptation to hashing tradition (not enough recce, bags of optimism and not enough hares) was followed by the GM shamelessly appearing for the first time in months, only to discover that hefting a disciplinary water cannon around the circle was no substitute for a total lack of knowledge of what had happened while she was away. 

Then it was on to Che’s for drinks, at which “Wee Willie” got pissed again drinking his Daddy’s beer, missed dinner and then demanded middle of the night milkies. About time I got a Satellite TV installed. Any one know how to make crumpets?

Pip Pip!

TD