Thursday, June 23it started early with alarms going off at 5:00 am. "Driving Miss Daisy", "Virgin Whore", "Snake Charmer", "Legally Blonde" and little harriete Ori, all drove to Boca Chica to the love shack of "Chica Alpina", to welcome "U-Done-It" who flew in from Afghanistan the same morning at about 4:00 am. His happy wife "Happy Hooker" for some strange reason was wearing a burka. After indulging ourselves in a very decadent swiss-style breakfast, fit for a jetlagged hasher, with plenty of caviar and mimosas made with italian Prosecco, we set off for Caño Hondo.
Following lunch, and after a strong coffee to recuperate from an extremely alcoholic morning, the hares of the two scheduled runs took off in different directions to scout the trails and to practice the Artistry of Trail Setting. And scouting we did, for hours and hours. Suffice it to say that by the time we got back to the hotel it was already Happy Hour, so we decided to skip dinner and get down to business without delay. There we were in this ecological paradise, fulfilling our international hash duties of getting wasted and spreading the gospel of the Hash House Harriers. What a memorable evening it was, we had a hell of a time numbing ourselves silly and laughing our arses off. After imbibing copious quantities of an extremely quaffable 23-year old guatemalan rum, we called it a day and went to bed.
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