Botany Bay Bounding: Curtseying’s Historical Hash Hijinks

Run No: 2437

RUN REPORT – The Scribe must write that!

Run N0: 2437

At: Botany

On Inn: Waterworks Hotel

Hare: Curtseying

Another week, another trail, another excuse to work up a thirst! This week saw the illustrious Curtseying take on the mantle of Hare, leading the rabid pack of Sydney SOUTH Harbour Hash House Harriers on a historical jaunt through the Botany area. While Curtseying expertly laid the trail, the very notion of the Hare penning the run report was apparently a concept too mind-boggling for our esteemed Hare. As Curtseying himself emphatically stated, “That’s the Scribe’s job!” – and so, the task falls to your humble Scribe, Fetchit.

The scent of eucalyptus and anticipation hung in the air as we gathered, eager to see what devious (or perhaps delightfully straightforward) path Curtseying had laid. With a flick of the wrist and a knowing look that suggested a well-planned route, the Hare sent us forth, and the familiar cry of “On On!” echoed through the streets.

The trail quickly immersed us in the rich history of Botany. Winding its way through Sir Joseph Banks Park, we couldn’t help but feel a connection to the early days of European settlement. One could almost imagine Captain Cook himself stumbling upon a strategically placed flour check! Curtseying cleverly utilised the natural beauty of the foreshore, offering glimpses of the bay and its historical significance.

The run meandered through a mix of terrain, from grassy park trails to sandy paths, keeping us on our toes (and occasionally tripping over our own). True to Hash tradition, there were checks aplenty, prompting the usual chaotic bursts of false trails and triumphant “On On!” calls as the true path was rediscovered. No doubt Curtseying planned the ensuing chaos with a satisfied grin, secure in the knowledge that the Scribe would later document the pack’s navigational prowess (or lack thereof).

Eventually, after a satisfying dose of shiggy, the trail led us back to civilization and the welcoming embrace of the bucke. The promise of cold beverages and good company spurred the stragglers onward, and soon the air was filled with the familiar sounds of Hash fellowship: boisterous chatter, tall tales of trail triumphs (and failures), and the clinking of glass.

Following the circle the pack enjoyed the welcoming embrace of the Waterworks Hotel – the designated On Inn.

So, while Curtseying may have momentarily considered stepping outside the traditional Hare role, the unwavering belief in the Scribe’s duty prevails.

Down Downs:

• For Curtseying, for laying a great trail and upholding Hash tradition.
• For Fetchit & Frankly, for getting lost trying to get on the M8 from Rozelle.
• Can’t remember if there were others!

On On!

Fetchit for Curtseying