We had an early wake up since Hot Dick was driving us to the airport but had to make a bunch of stops along the way for hist airport shuttle route. Traffic sucked and we we had relatively little time to spare before our departure. however fortunately airport security there doesn't make one do asinine stuff such as dump the dangerous liquids or remove shoes. When we got to Perth we shared a cab ride into town with some other
hashers and saw a lot of those on the red dress run trail pass by. I'm glad we didn't sign up for that event as from what I understand it was a huge cluster with food and drink being quite scarce.
After checking into the hotel we headed to the venue walked around a bit. It was nice to quickly run into a several of the people I knew; Fill Me Up, PS Knave, Two Nice Tits, B.A.T.T., Dick the Boy Wonder, etc. I of course quickly ran into many of the people with whom I'd spent the last week.
The venue itself seemed like it would work.
Gloucester Park was a large racing track form some kind of chariot horse races, however one bad thing was that it was open to the public during the day. It usually isn't a good thing to mic
hashers with the public. After all the
RDR runners had gotten in the food and drinks were served while the typical day races were conducted. A small car with long gate arms on either side would start the warm-up pace around the track and then close the arms and move to the side upon the official start. There was lot of talk of doing a hash race along the track and somehow it all started.
The track officials even allowed the use of the pace vehicle. It was funny to watch the dozens of
participants, though I think most did not fully anticipate the length of the track (probably a little less than a mile). We hung around for a few more hours and shut down the place before grabbing some Thai for dinner, hitting the liquor store, and catching up on rest to prepare for the long weekend ahead.
We had an early wake up since Hot Dick was driving us to the airport but had to make a bunch of stops along the way for hist airport shuttle route. Traffic sucked and we we had relatively little time to spare before our departure. however fortunately airport security there doesn't make one do asinine stuff such as dump the dangerous liquids or remove shoes. When we got to Perth we shared a cab ride into town with some other hashers and saw a lot of those on the red dress run trail pass by. I'm glad we didn't sign up for that event as from what I understand it was a huge cluster with food and drink being quite scarce. 
After checking into the hotel we headed to the venue walked around a bit. It was nice to quickly run into a several of the people I knew; Fill Me Up, PS Knave, Two Nice Tits, B.A.T.T., Dick the Boy Wonder, etc. I of course quickly ran into many of the people with whom I'd spent the last week.
The venue itself seemed like it would work. Gloucester Park was a large racing track form some kind of chariot horse races, however one bad thing was that it was open to the public during the day. It usually isn't a good thing to mic hashers with the public. After all the RDR runners had gotten in the food and drinks were served while the typical day races were conducted. A small car with long gate arms on either side would start the warm-up pace around the track and then close the arms and move to the side upon the official start. There was lot of talk of doing a hash race along the track and somehow it all started. 
The track officials even allowed the use of the pace vehicle. It was funny to watch the dozens of participants, though I think most did not fully anticipate the length of the track (probably a little less than a mile). We hung around for a few more hours and shut down the place before grabbing some Thai for dinner, hitting the liquor store, and catching up on rest to prepare for the long weekend ahead.
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