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 group from about 40-60 runners and walkers, from a pool 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 70 birr. We use this money to subsidise drinks and special events. Further info: +251-911-206908.

Run 1401 Lost Ladies Run PDF Email

Run 1401 Lost Ladies Run

This time the GM lent the hares his car in the hope that they might be able to better avoid the cock ups that have afflicted so many runs recently, which they therefore set at the top of a steep roas rising up from the unfinished ring road just south of the Gojam Road. Infact the road was so steep that hashers had to walk up the hill so that cars were light enough to make it to the circle pleasantly located next to a quarry, complete with huge earth moving trucks. What is it with construction sites?

I had the boy on my back so was on the walk as should have been two hares. The sweeper, let’s call her Bimbo Brains, decided to run, after being pointed out to all and sundry as a walking hare. Anyway, blissfully unaware of this monumental cock up we set off down the hill in glorious sunshine straight through a village of kids shouting money instead of ON1ON! Eventually we left them behind and continued the descent.

One thing to remember when setting a walk is that the walkers by definition do not want run because they are generally less fit than the runners. So if you set off down hill you then have the doubtful joy of climbing back up with half knackered, unfit walkers. If you don’t wait for them to catch up you run the danger of losing some.

Which is of course exactly what happened. Blow Hard decided to try and be the sweeper and as the whole walk stretched out the boy and Yours Truly just managed to avoid becoming detached once it became clear that it was also going to piss with rain. The lead waking hare went remorselessly on without a pause at which point three ladies at the back lost touch and direction in the middle of the forest. They were found eventually on the Gojam road having got thoroughly lost, tired out the hares who spent about an hour looking for them after the circle was cancelled on account of the rain

Got a be a record to loose three ladies walking!

Good Grief. On!ON!





Run 1400 Worst Run Ever

Coming directly after the Stonebridge Run this was supposed to be the Joint GM’s run but he fancied setting the way run instead. So Master Key elected to set the next run No 1400. By 10.00 am he had yet to arrive ay the GM’s house to pick up the paper by which time he was getting nervous. Not another cock up please! Meeting point was agreed and so at 12.00 it was off to the Hilton for another day’s hashing.

The pick up point was CMC Compound on the new Asmara road, which is currently being widened and is a nightmare if the traffic goes wrong. Of course it didn’t this time but when we all got to the CMC there were no hares - not even a bunny in sight. Frantic phone calls led to a change of venue, a desolate new town development where no one lives and bulldozers reign supreme. But no hares. This can’t be serious but it was to get more serious. More frantic phone calls to find that the hares had had an argument but were on the way which they were and eventually they turned up quite unphased by the consternation being stirred up among the hashers now foaming at the bit to be away from this awful place. Instead we simply went further into the site until we came to the end of the road and a large puddle next to which someone had set the circle.

The trail looked like it had been set by motorbike and stuck bravely to the dusty construction roads along which went huge lorries carrying gravel and kicking up nice large clouds for the runners and walkers. Then there was the road building equipment, the curious labourers and a feeling that this was possibly not a very well thought out run. The walk was interesting because we nearly got lost, despite the fact that you could see for miles across all this construction site.

On arrival back at the circle it quickly became apparent to the walkers that the runners were lost. It later transpired that the hares had run out of paper so the poor sods had turn around and run back to the circle when about three quarters of the way home. RA didn’t mince words and declared it the Worst Run Ever before torturing the unfortunate Master Key, who had been out looking for a lost harrier, with his elbow straighteners. Only trouble is that on the A2H3 you never drink alone and the RA gets himself between the two sinners and then can’t keep his eye on both at the same time. Gives one a perfect opportunity for spillage on a grand scale to avoid a soaking.

Anyway another hashing milestone


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Run No 1397 – The Portuguese “Stone Bridge” Run
February 20th  

Sponsored by “Bridgestone” it seemed a bit churlish to call it the Dunlop Run so we decided to go to the Portuguese Bridge just beside the Ethio German Park Hotel. It was all a bit last minute but the bus was there at the Hilton by 08.00 hours, the cars were there, the people were there, all was more or less on time and we left at 08.15, loaded up with T-shirts, beer and even water for a two hour trip in the countryside along the Japanese road towards Gojam. Wee Willie is in the middle of toilet training so we had to stop about four times on the way there, each and every one of them a false alarm.

The hotel overlooks a huge gorge and is truly impressive if you don’t have to worry about a two year old launching himself off the cliff. It was therefore a gorgeous sunny day, all set to go, when the hares remembered that it was to be an A to B run and the beers had to be at the circle which was at the bridge. So we stuffed around a bit until things were sorted out and like the mad dogs in the song set off at quarter at mid day in the brilliant sunshine.

Having delivered heaps of shreddy to the hares the day before I was mildly surprised by the lack of paper on the run, as were the runners who complained bitterly about it not being “fair” to have to do check backs of such monumental proportions that the walkers were soon in the lead shouting On ON! to the miffed pack. Hash Queen was found sitting under a bush in full sulk and promised to give her frank and forthright opinion on this lousy run. Back at the circle her opinion was that it was the best laid run ever, 100 out of 10! So much for placing any trust in Addis Hashers opinions.

The Circle was held on the edge of a massive drop in the middle of the river bed in front of the bridge. Whenever Tesfaye is haring you can be sure that there will some romantic notion that is unsafe for children. Anyway Hash Flash did his stuff, Gearbox was named since she didn’t have a hash name and was a hare and no one can pronounce her real name. Also, as she was about to leave Addis, if the courts will let them, and since Baldrick’s was acting RA, it seemed only logical to get him to name his Missus. Eventually after much sycophantic umming and erring she was named I scream, or as he would have it, Iced Queen after last weeks run. Just goes to show you can invent your names here in the land of the Lion of Judah.

Then it was off back to the hotel, some keen bargaining with the buggers who wanted to charge the hash for visiting the bridge – always good to have Tedele on your side when it comes to money matters– and lunch and the T-shirts, which while they were not brilliant were free and in sufficient numbers that everyone that wanted one got one! Lunch was good, the beers were free and one word of warning. The kites at the hotel have learned to dive bomb free lunches, so hang on to your injera. Then it was all off back to Addis, a well earned rest and the worst sun burn it has been my pleasure to see here in Ethiopia. 

On ON!


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