mardi 12 mars 2024

Run #6 - Sète Viking Invasion- 01/04/2024

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Run #6, Sète Viking invasion run


Sète, France - 1. April 2024


It all started with a rumor comming from the north and spread by Dancing Queen, of all those ships gathering in Sète end of March... Hearing that siren call, the local viking hashers couldn´t help but rally more Swedes for a long awaited gathering of the Héraultics H3.

If you checked the date, it will all sound a bit fishy to you, but here is the plan : 

Our hare will set a (rather walking) trail from the train station to a pub in the harbour area. We will have the opportunity to enjoy the last day of maritime festival Escale à Sète, with the tall ships departing on that day.

 

Here the info :

When : Monday April 1. 2024  at 12:30

Where : In front of Sète Train station

78 Pl. André Cambon, 34200 Sète, France

https://maps.app.goo.gl/Wdcbf9itbebhMDkd7

Hare : John Cleese

Hashcash :Pay as you go

Don´t forget your poissons d´avril! 

Facebook event : https://fb.me/e/1ssyeZDHC


Run report + a few pix

 Once it was confirmed, that the trail was set in Sète, a troup of 9 hashers gathered, arriving from all directions, by train, car, bike... but none by ship, despite the vast majority of them pretending to be vikings... no horns to be seen either, although it turned out afterwards that Ditch Bitch was carrying a shoehorn in her bag the whole time (used as a whip on Little Brother)



What was announced as "a walk from the station to a pub" turned out to be a 9km uphill trail! Yup, never trust the hare.

The pastis drinkstop was much appreciated, the hare, John Cleese, overachieving in providing a fantastic view, live music, and even entertainment for the geocachers amongst us.

Later on though, the hare was charged with not enough fish(hooks) on trail, not a single poisson d'avril. Even the seagulls had to eat pigeons instead of fish on that day! (And yes, that was both disgusting and scary)
Hungjury made 2 virgins come, and they seemed very satisfyed with it.
After a short circle and some shitty singing from I Like your Boobs, the pack staggered down toward the harbour for more beer and food. (And see off those tall ships that were just blocking the view).