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The hares Playboy-2 & Can't Get Laid set off somewhat early on Saturday morning to lay the trail for the Full Moon Saturday afternoon hash and didn't return until 3.15. So we knew that they had either set an 'interesting' trail or spent a lot of time boozing in a local bar. Since they appeared relatively sober (well, as sober as one can be on a hash weekend) we bet on the former. We weren't disappointed as a water taxi arrived at 4 p.m. at the hotel's landing stage to take us all to the start of the run. We landed at a little jetty leading to a sandy beach on which stood the ruins of an ancient mansion - very picturesque. The trail started with a falsie of course, but soon took us up into the hills where we were treated with some wonderful views of the wooded hillsides and coastline. At one check, Can't Get Laid suggested to Chocolate Foreskin that he try up the hill and in no time he had run almost to the top and would have kept going if not called back. A bit further on was where Playboy-2 had spotted a tortoise earlier - but it had wisely disappeared. Later the trail wove its erratic path (Playboy's bit?) down near the coast and through a large patch of thorn bushes. In the middle of this patch we lost the trail and it took a lot of cursing & swearing to pick it up. At some point we were treated to a very welcome beer (and leftover champagne) stop where the trail crossed a dirt road - transported by PB-2 in S4S's car. A long road run along the coastline then took us back to our hotel's private beach for the On-In.

The sandy beach provided a great setting for the circle and for what was to come. Thalia blew a perfect note on the bugle (after a little practice). A few other hotel guests looked on in amazement from their sunloungers, as we stood round in our bright-red Poros Island T-shirts. The hares got their DIO's and PB-2 got reprimanded for not providing tortoises. Chocolate Foreskin got the plastic frog collar award & a DIO for running up the hill. A few other DIO's were awarded. Then the special island ceremonies started with the RA (PB-2) christening Thalia as Dwarf Blower (she had reputedly recently made friends with a dwarf) and Christine as Doctor Dildo (as she is involved in plastics research). Finally, the RA gave Chocolate Foreskin & Nuts 'n' Honey (who have recently became engaged) a hash wedding ceremony. CF was given a symbolic pomegranate from a nearby tree to hold, whilst N 'n' H was given a small branch. A butterfly flew around them during the proceedings, which is to be considered good luck!

The On-In meal was a BBQ provided by the hotel at 9 p.m. on the same secluded beach but in a floodlit, platformed area with a long table and a circular bar from which the music was played. After the hashers had gorged themselves on salads & a variety of charcoal-grilled meats, washed down with wine & beer, they were called-upon to provide entertainment for the others. Lilly Whites & Clitoria, Chocolate Foreskin & Nuts 'n' Honey, Mad Dog & Doggie Style all performed skits. Clitoria, Shagfest, Doctor Dildo, & Dwarf Blower gave us a spicy group song. Leanover, Doggie Style, & Shagfest gave us a Greek song. Various hashers told jokes & finally Strawberry Foreskin had us all walking round the table carrying our chairs on our shoulders singing a dirty song - to the amusement of the bar people. After the meal, the hotel bus took us to a disco bar in town, which we took over & danced until the early hours. We all returned to the hotel in one water taxi - a perfect end to a memorable evening.

THE POROS ISLAND DEBAUCHERY
Report on the Sunday (Sept.22, 2002) Run

By: Playboy 2, alias the Religious Advisor, alias son of Dionysos

After an exhausting run on Friday, and another one on Saturday, who had the energy to run again on Sunday? Only mad dogs and Englishmen, generally. The weather was perfect, the sun high up, the water sensuously warm, but Doggy Style having kicked Mad Dog out of the kennel, he was crazy enough to voluntarily lead a live run!

So while the sane lounged by the water, the insane took off after the live hare! As far as this scribe is concerned -since he was busy with his playboy-religious activities-the run could have gone to the moon, because he only saw/experienced the beginning of it: up a narrow path, then up again, and still higher? The scribe did see in the distance a few runners trying to sniff the trail, but getting soon bored by their sight, he went on down the hill to where lovely Clit was sunbathing for all to see.

It is to Mad Dog's credit that the hounds never caught up with him. The plan had been to have a sort of relay live-run, but it didn't pan out because nobody could catch him!! If that sounds unbelievable, IT IS! The old man has some steam left in him, it seems. Perhaps that's why Doggy Style threw him out? For having excessive energy?? H'mm. After the hare finally returned to the starting point, the others came in staggering; some had been lost, perhaps, but all loved the trail, the sight of the lovely bay, etc…

The circle was, as usual, a delight. Christina got baptised. Her hash name is HUNGARY PUSZI (Hungarian spelling, please). She was heard to remark that every time anyone calls for pussy from her, he gets only a kiss from her, because in Hungarian "puszi" means kiss! We feel sorry for all those Hungarian males who are starving for the REAL THING, and are tired to death of being kissed instead!! That's why the country is named Hung'ry!!

Those who missed Poros, missed a good weekend of running, boozing, and you-know-what. The bearded deity on our T-shirts -old Dionysos himself-is indeed appropriate! You shoulda seen our flaming red tees almost glowing in the green forest, and all the islanders with their eyes popping and tongues hanging out!

ON ON and ON