1st April 2018
Long Hai Mountains
Hares: Flying Finn, Slipper
Hash Flashers: Secs, Zidane
It was about 1.30 when 39 happy hashers boarded the bus just outside Hon Ru Ri café. Then en route for a quiet ride as most enjoyed the air conditioned comfort seemingly to have an afternoon nap…the bus only stopped for a lonely soul waiting on the roadside at Chi Linh district.
We all alighted by a workshop where wicker baskets and stools (?) are made by hand – lots of photos were taken there before the group gathered to the sound of Flying Finn’s whistle and made their way to the bottom of the hill between stocks of huge concrete pipes.
Then started the climb under a very hot sun on a fortunately gentle slope ; sometimes, a flatter section with a gentle breeze was very welcome. There were a lot of scorched spots as the good trail went on between dried up bamboos and bare trees. After maybe 30 minutes, the trail turned sharp left and started descending on well marked stairs, still in the dried up forest. After a long descent on a concrete strip, affording good views of the sea, the bottom was reached and commenced a longish walk on a stony road under construction. Unfortunately, a group of about 12 hashers missed the right turning and found themselves at the main road, wondering where to go next. It was understood that they had to return on their steps to find, at last, the narrow alleyway which took them to a beautiful spot, namely Ngoc Xuon restaurant; there, we made our way between a crowd of boy scouts who were just packing up to go home as we arrived.
Everyone settled down, mostly on a well groomed lawn gently sloping down to a small lake, enjoying a well deserved rest in the shade, with sandwiches, cold drinks and our beloved San Mig. After the traditional photo, the ring was formed under the conduct of Boozer; we first welcomed the only virgin of the day, a charming girl from Korea who was duly baptised. Then presented himself a young man who was probably the world champion of returnees: he had joined the Hash again 19 YEARS after his first run! he was rewarded with the usual shower of freezing water and beer. Of course the group who had missed the turn and got lost were all sinners and were duly punished too.
The bus came for us at about 5.30 ; Kojak started the singing with « New York New York » and « I did it my way » then Boozer gave us a very original interpretation of that lovely song «Hello Vietnam » with his typical boozing voice. The Russian choir joined in « Katiusha » ; the last song was the Vietnamese « Co gai mo duong » before we reached Vung Tau again, everyone a little tired but very happy to have taken part of that great run.
VTH3 #831 PHOTO GALLERY