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Addis Hash House Harriers

The Highest Hash in Africa!

 
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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.

Run No 1396 – RA’s Hail Mary Run PDF Email

Run No 1396 – RA’s Hail Mary Run 
February 13th  

It wasn’t quite Valentine’s Day but lots of people turned up in red. Apparently it’s tradition here in Addis, that city of lovers, most of whom seem to be on the hash every week without fail. Anyway my main concern was the boy’s Grandparents, out here for three weeks and due to fly back to Blighty in the evening and making sure they got the flight. Fact of the matter was that there was a huge crowd at the Hilton so we were going to be challenged to get everyone up to the circle. All the cars set off in short order packed to roof leaving the GM and the boys to sort out a bus, which in the event took half an hour because taxi drivers know when you are in a jam. Anyway eventually all arrived and it was off to the site at Entoto above the training centre (when will they ever finish it?

Now when you stand at the top of a hill with no way to go up, it’s pretty clear that you have to go down, if you see what I mean. Anyway it was the RA’s Run and he should have had enough experience of setting things by now. I had the boy on my back so it was walking for me as we set off down the hill and then down a cliff from the radio masts, down a ravine down to farm land and then on down to a bog and then down to the Hash Halt. Lovely bit of scenery except that it was now plain that we would be climbing the second half with some pretty puffed out Grandparents, and that on the down hill stretch!

Stiff breeze didn’t help either until we all realised that the RA had clearly upset a VIP who controls the weather. Really as RA surely he has a better relationship with Closer My God to Thee. Huge storm brewing as we returned and half a kilometer from home down comes the Mother of all Hail Storms. Hence the name of the Run. Mother of God was the word. It was freezing cold and two babies were being carried around the circuit. Some very nice lady then appeared from no where with an umbrella to keep the hail off the boy so I had a good time of it until Tamarat appeared with brollies for the boy and for the Grandparents who were now knackered and soaked and freezing. Fortunately they are from Scotland so they probably has the sun cream on thinking it was summer!

As for the circle the ice turned to rain and everyone thought bugger it and pissed off to the ON ON while yours truly was found together with soaked Grandparents at 22.30 hours at the airport pondering the fate of the RA. Who on earth does he worship? Baal?

On ON!