BALI H3 AT BALI CC NYUH KUNING WITH BLOW JOE SATURDAY OCTOBER 9

BALI H3 AT BALI CC NYUH KUNING WITH BLOW JOE

HASH TRASH SATURDAY OCTOBER 9 Scribe: Nightjar

BCC – no, not Bombay Cricket Club – but Bali Cultural Centre (or what’s left of it). A vast complex of roadways and buildings in an unbelievable state of dereliction, but the rot was setting in pre-covid already. What a scandalous waste of public funds and perfect site for a meet of the celebrated BALI HASH HOUSE HARRIERS II. And what a triumph for our indefatigable HARES – BLOW JOE & PUSSY DELIVERY & ICEHOLE who had obviously put in a lot of time and effort to create a somewhat belated American Independence Day Run. Never too late for food and drink and fun and games. The trail led through the fields and over the raging river Oos or Wos on reconstructed bamboo bridge (almost as good as mine which was swept away last year in a flood), through equally dilapidated Hotel Michi, now inhabited by Russky squatters – scene of our previous piss-stop – remember? – and finally on in thro the ruins, Front 10k runners back in one hour twenty which about par for the course and most 5 k stumblers within the hour.

Excuse me, BEER MASTER, but the keg should have been broached for any sweaty hasher who got back even well within the hour. Not a single complaint, excepting our worthy RA who swept aside by discourteous and inarticulate over-takers and suitably chastised, but why was YWHMH WORM sat on ice? – must have sinned most grievously and was shriven by YWGMH – who else? – and demurred most graciously, with diffident and discreet display of crack. No one could think of any appropriate septic songs, so we wound up with slitty-eyed Me No Likey Blitish Sailor Yankee Pay Five Dollar More. That’ll do, and off to CAFE BOHEMIA on on on, with our redoubtable HARES and antediluvian stoners, accompanied by Louis Jordan jumpin’ – What’s The Use Of Gettin’ Sober When You Gonna Get Drunk Again? Excellent.

I forgot to mention that I had a Peaceful or Zebra Dove at Helena’s last week. Don’t see too many of these persecuted performers about these days. The Houani white mangoes are going from pink to gray. and the rambutan from green to fiery red and orange. They’ve begun to harvest rice in fields adjacent which I thought were planted last week. How can that be? Bordel de virus. Tempus fugit. ON ON.