A great turnout to the South Island winter camp. Revs, Joe 90, Cums on ceiling, Tastes like shit, Dogs, Geestring, Handle, Oxy, Missing Link, Mimi, Dagy, Fingers, SSS, Small Black, Diabolyx, Nazal Cum, Lip Splitter, Worka, ABC, Klingon, KTT, Firkin, Xerox, Toyboy, Vasie, Steve, Skidz, Brick, Emdef, He'll keep, Horny, MasterBaker, Text Tit, Tripod, Dingaling, Shunter, two jugs, Planks WC, RLD, Bin Pissen, ABC’, pannikin cider, Stroker , Jelly legs, OO7, Fe Fi, Jenn@tals, Loco
46 hashers on my list from Klingon, including a great turnout from the North Island. Good to see the national events getting good numbers from around NZ.
A big thanks to the organisers from Gardencity HHH. What an excellent job you hashers made of making this event one to remember (Goody bag Bus transport on Saturday, catered lunch and dinner on Saturday + two breakfasts, together with endless beer and wine) and entertaining circles which my room mate He'll Keep from WH3 now named Crash Test Drunky provided lots of fine fodder for his quick exit down some stairs at 4am on Saturday morning. This required a visit from the Ambulence from Christchurch. Thanks to the Health and Safety officers Xerox, Fe Fi Fo and Toy Boy who happened to be on duty at the time and made some quick thinking decisions to get medical help.
Friday evening arrived met with a warm welcome and laughter from
Daggy and Klingon who quickly allocated our room and introduced us to the crew and showed us where the Kegs were.
A large log fire helped warm the convivial greetings in the communal
mess hall of the lodge, with two bunk room wings off each side.
The party got going and before too long the loud racket of the hash doing what if does best was in full party mode until my departure at 3am Sat.
The party moved up to the Mezzanine where four guitarists/entertainers Xerox Jenn@tals Daggy and one other played and sang to the well oiled party goers.
Saturday after a large cooked breakfast and more refreshments the hangover was calming down and off up the road 44 hashers marched.
except for Crash Test Drunky who was resting after his Superman act the night before.
Confined to camp for the day and thanks to RLD who kindly gave up her day staying behind to look after him.
We arrived at the first piss stop a click or so up the road then a bus appeared (All aboard and Revs started to sing her many songs so the party was in full swing again at no later than 11am.
Visited Glentunnel Museum with lots of mining history around the Coalgate area on display and Handle found a distant relative in the archives.
A quick walk around the camping ground back on bus for more songs from Revs and more beer.
More good fun then off for a walk and river crossing winding up at
Hororata Cafe for lunch and more beer washed down with home made pizza and pies.
And I did find a latte.
Back on bus for more athletics then straight to the country pub in Coalgate
with log burner warming us and many games of pool (that Xerox plays dirty pool)
Arriving back at camp around 4pm the bus driver thanks us all for the helpful directions we all provided on the home journey LEFT RIGHT LEFT.
No time for napping the circle kicked in with Daggy Shunter and Committee up front
then Xerox - Small Black - Fe Fi Fo re-inacting the medical emergency from the night before with Crash Test laid out on the floor assisting in the re-inactment.
Circle closed with fines from the floor then more beers/wines
then a sumptuous catered meal of roast pork, chicken, tatties and some salady stuff,
I have a hazy recollection of desert or maybe it was seconds from the first course.
More wood on the fire and the Duke Box fired and worked tonight, Bin Pissin did a heart stopping sing along to (Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel song) Don't give up, which silenced the room in awe of her singing.
A more subduded hash party as it was a big day out although I made it to mid night and went to bed while male hashers starting running around with no clothes on, along with a few hussies not wanting to be left out.
Sunday was the usual hearty breakfast recovery run around the building and a final circle naming He'll Keep to CTD and Steve partner of Vasie was named He'll Keep, a interim name given to hashers until they commit an act worthy of naming it seems.
Clean up and goodbyes took another few hours as some drained the last of the red wine port and purple death provided in a plastic bladder contained in the goody bag.
SSS got stuck and required a tow as he was in a-little too much of a hurry to leave and floored his van in wet grass,
Xerox - CTD - Fe Fi Fo - Emdef - planks WC - Toyboy and myself finished the event with a few more beers at a country pub near Darfield where the tales and lies of the weekend were told and re told.
Thanks Daggy, Klingon and organisers for this memorable event so well organised and looked after us all very well but for christ sake next year put the price up as it was too cheap at $130 happy to pay more as I suspect the event had been subsidised by Gargencityhhh.
There was a professional photographer attended Text Tit who took allot of photos which will now be with the organisers Klingon "I think"
None of my facts can be relied upon
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