The Beatles aren't here

But who needs the Beatles when you can have the Vindobonian real thing? I am talking about none other than the Great and Glorious Lord Glo Balls (OVH) who, on May the 23rd, made us return to the site of the pinnacle in his local Hashing career. Lovely weather, even the trail was halfway decent (not clockwise or anticlockwise like in Probstdorf, heh heh) and the crowd were in fine form. And, thank you RA, the weather was sunny. Alongside some backwaters of the Lobau and then WAY over fields of con and goldit took quite a while to find the way out of this field and forest maze.

And yes, old Joystick enjoyed a New Shoe Tea Bag the tradtional Hashers way.

On Out.

Dutch courage

What more can you ask for from a bright and sunny day than to be forced to run from a carpark that lies right next to a very busy motorway? Flying Dutchman the Great ordered us all on over to the Brigittenauer Brücke carpark on May the 16th and then it was on off across the Bridge into the far and wirde luckily further on into the back end of the Donaupark. It was left to none other that Mr. Smile G-String to provide the energetic spark that would eventually lead the pack over to the Obere Alte Donau and then back into the maze of backroads that would carry everyone back to the carpark.

Having a barbeque at the Donauinsel (next to the carpark) is very popular and one is advised to reserve once such grillplace in advance as they are quite popular. Though that area is also supposed to be free of traffic, Pino the Frog drove up the Dutchmans Family car to the site, wanting to unload the beer and other commodities. He escaped from being fined by the ever friendly police men solely as he apparently had just gotten his drivers license. Or so. "Let this be a warning to you, son". Unquote.
And the rest was beer.

On Out.

Hsah Dinner