Sunday, 1 July 2018

Yet another Golden Great

is the annual run chez No Mercy Mistress in the 22nd district, way across the Danube river in the Hirschstetten area. Just Ruben (according to our who is also his mother the only Hasher remaining unnamed in more than 20 years) lay a trail out into the green areas neat the A 23 motorway (yes, this is very possible) and which in one way or another always seemed to touch the Hirschstettner Badeteich. After the experience of many years we all know to come here for a bit of light jogging,  as well as the swimming pool and the Barbecue afterwards.

Since the soccer World Cup is in full swing public viewing was also offered and thankfully taken by LGB, OVH, after all it was an England game on that evening. Many thanks for the hosts ever generous Hospitality.

Badeteich Hirschstetten

After the run, before the swim

Limited pudlic viewing 

Industrious and underway

On Monday June 11th S. Energy decided to host a run in Himberg, a town southeast of Vienna.  I had the pleasure to be the CoHare and after two reccies of the area we came up with a run length of 50 minutes which started right outside the local train station building and, after a short whole of admiring local shops and houses there were vast fields of green all around. And high temperatures, of course. S. Energy clevery improvised by coming up with a shortcut (walkers trail) leading along the local waterway called the Neubach. The bigger part of the pack decided to take the longer way out in the fields and the heat, and after a sharp right turn that was leading along a boundary ridge all were reunited again to tackle the last part of the trail. A well kept gothic church along the way and crossing over the Neubach again with some green spots were the visual highs and, after the circle, the OnIn had been reserved at the Gasthaus Steyrerhof. The pleasant surprise was that after initial service was performed in snails tempo, the hosts were knocking out the menus real fast. Well done and a recommendation for further visits, whenever.

P.S. My apologies to those who arrived on the train and found us gone. The delay in public transport has not been our fault. Since everyone turned up during the course of the run the flour marks must have been clear to follow.

Septic Yank not playing it cheap in the Gasthaus! 

Our pounding fartrer

Run theme was the departure of Wayne Fecksky and Just Debbie (who may habe received a Hash name which I forgot). The location was the oft used corner of Zelinkagasse around the corner of the U2 stop Schottentor. The special feature of the run was the re-appearance of one of the two founders of the Vindobona Hash in 1982, look here for the mention on the VH3 History page.

The run itself was another one of those all too common walking trips down and up the Donaukanal again. It should be considered to entrust a two-wheeled coolwagon to a good accompanying soul to distribute cold refreshments during exercise. A highpoint of some sorts came up at Gaußpatz in the 20th district in form of a beerstop at a newly opened sort-of supermarket. From there onwards it was OnOn through some more parts of the 20th as well as the 2nd district and eventually back to the start. Just Lan, the aforementioned founder of the World's Worst came along to the carpark and for those who knew him from way back (LGB and Cardinal Munk both OVH) it as the first encounter in person after more than 30 years.

Just Lan had been named after the circle in a small and private subcircle since, according to local Hash History, there were no Hash names used in the early days. To honor just Lan for his deeds and as an hommage to what he and Just Hans, the other founder of the VH3 had started, Just Lan from now on will be known as OUR POUNDING FARTER.  Thanks for everything and farewell to Wayne Fecksky and Just Debbie.

A well known person and OUR POUNDING FARTER.

The Southern Part

or the part south of Vindobona which comprises the Thermenregion and the Wienerwald, area of high living quality and a countless variety of Hash trails, was used by a quartet consisting of Casting Couch, S. Energy, Kuty Pi and yours truly for a run through the vineyards and up the local hill with its own microclimate, the Eichkogel.

I remember the day (Whit Monday) as a sunny and warm one, therefore we had a songstop on an elevation and a picturesque way back down towards the Windradlteich with the circle being held nearby. OnIn at the local Heurigen Baitschev with a remarkable buffet and even beer (which is not a certainty in wine places). 

Saturday, 30 June 2018

Slap it!

It is the bass guitar the title of this post is referring to. Septic Yank, best Grand Master that the World's Worst never had the pleasure to be commanded by, also happens to be an accomplished bass player in a music group called the Gang Bang Band or the Old Skool. For years we have prayed him to slap his bass guitar following the likes of Larry Graham, Marcus Miller or Darry Jones. The stereotype we (Cardinal Munk, OVH and I) would always get was "I don't do slapping because McCartney never did". Yet there is a remarkable slapping tune out there.

Fair enough of him and Merry Me to come up with an annual run at the Obere Alte Donau starting off from the end of Fultonstrasse. Walkers and runners trails were provided and three merry Gentlemen from the Worlds Worst were proof that one also can get lost on a walkers trail! Occasionally runners were spotted heading into the opposite direction, and while on the walkers trail, Slush Puppie spotted his origins once again.

Circle was held next to the Alte Donau (where are the pics to prove this, Hash Flashes?) and OnIn at the inevitable Gasthaus Birner, venue of last years Christmas Party.

Once a year

Flying Dutchman (OVH) sets a run starting from underneath the Brigittenauer Brücke, regularly followed by a barbecue. The occasion following the relaxed Drosendorf event was highlighted by a massive construction area, thereby taking away two thirds of the regular parking lots which caused impressive car park searches by non Hashing Grillmeisters as well as the brave few who did not come by public transport.

Rear Admiral Flying Dutchman, OVH 

Is there a lot to say about an area as well as a running track that has been used seemingly forever, in all four seasons it seems? The fact shines above us that we all are still able to do a bit of exercise, in whatever form and velocity. Likkmm stayed on after the Drosendorf event, Queenie and Tonto made a rare re-appearance and those who are designated herbivores (the last one I remember was My Sisters Glowing K, now lives in Germany) had a hard time at the On After which of course was the Hash Grill. Can the Dutch be funny? At least funny Dutch phrases are swirling around, let alone some Dutch courage if you are to ask your boss for a pay raise. Moronic pics about this run to be seen here.

Walking class heroes! 

Wednesday, 27 June 2018

Up there somewhere

When it was announced some time ago that the World's Worst next Hash weekend (and since the late 1990's onwards we learned to hold these events away from Vienna, to give everyone a jolly decent time and to prevent the locals from going home early if they'd fall asleep unallowed) the name Drosendorf was mentioned. At first I thought "Hang on, we've been to Melk a few years ago and Drosendorf is just a few kilometres away from Melk." Only later I realised that the Organ sizers had another Drosendorf in mind, the one that is located up in the Waldviertel and next to the Czech Border.

After a two hour drive from Vienna - and I have to admit that S.Energy and I had been asked to set the Friday evening run so we couldn't help but travel to the place in advance to reccie a bit - my initial skepticism turned into being pleasantly surprised about the beauty of both the city and the area. Mind you,  Drosendorf an der Thaya lay directly next to the Iron Curtain which meant a lot of no go area) and, after that curtain came tumblin' down, became a national park (Thayatal) on both sides of the border. Lovely indeed and much to be recommended, the locals advertise their city as the old-fashioned "Sommerfrische" and I can clearly see why.

Enough of that chatter already. Billed as the counterpoint to last years Eurohash extravaganza, a small and selected group of no more than 35 (if even) arrived mostly on time and the Warmup run started leading out through the town walls and downhill towards an early 1970s and deserted looking public swimming pool. Imagine a place with several half empty concrete pools with green slimy water inside that was open to everyone with absolutely no-one there, apart from the World's Worst crowd.

After a light jog alongside the Thaya and briefly uphill it was on alongside the town walls and eventually inside to some more lovely views, the OnIn came up in no time and the circle was held inside the Hotel Zum Goldenen Lamm.

I wanted to do the long and torturous Saturday run of 25k (announced as such) but couldn't due to a bad cold. What the heck, the walkers group had the immeasurable advantage and pleasure to ride the Reblaus Express, a local nostalgic train with the special feature of a Heurigenwagon (being served by different winemakers every week) so the overall mood was elevated when we arrived at the designated stop to commence the official walkers trail. Long and straight concrete trails, embellished by razorback enclosures (with adorable piglets) that made the way to a Heurigen where we met with runners again look like a Sunday afternoon stroll.

Enjoy yourselves 

it's later than you think

Locals Wines were sampled and typical Heurigen food (Brettljause) was had by all and after that it was a common walk back to another train station where the circle was held. The highpoints of this circle were the namings of 7 Up (Just Monika) and the elevation of MOM into the fold of the OVH (Mother Superior of the Order of the Vindobona Hash). After getting back to the hotel we left early for Vienna so no report about any evening debauchery and/or Hangovers on Sunday.  An enjoyable weekend it was, bar none.   

Weitersfeld Trainstation

No, this was not the Reblaus Express

But looked interesting nonetheless