In the mood for what?, will ask profane readers and non-hashers alike. In the mood for a nice run under the glaring sun of the steppes, in the mood for an afternoon with friends, in the mood for Beer of course, in the mood for love or what does the song say? (think jazz, big band, see what I mean?)

Hares, soon-to-be-named Sasha and Make Me Come, took the pack to a beautiful far-away land north of the city, where the houses are still one-floor ancient style, with nice gardens, where the roads skirt shaded woods, where the railway station is.
The hares described their run as short (which was false), and the path was to be common at first, then a checkpoint would take us apart for the last stretch. Who was running, asked the GM? A majority of the present (but we have to admit it was a small turnout), in fact had Pedfac not suffered from a headache (strange variety of a headache, that only recedes upon drinking beer), it would have been the first all-runners hash in a long time! She was afraid to be seen alone with young Sasha, so convinced Elena to walk with them instead of running.

Make Me Come and the runners started along the elevated road, then down, then up a staircase that seemed to be a false trail but ended up leading to the right direction: down again! Eata My pussy and Digital Dildo alternated as front-runners, when Make Me Come was not intrepidly violating the rule that hares must not be in the front. But a very protective hare she was, when she decided to wait with Zaure who wanted to join the walkers, sadly realizing she still needs a bit more practice. (We are pretty confident that Zaure will soon be a nastaiashi runner, given that she enthusiastically checked false trails at first)

The spacing between checkpoints was very convenient, so that despite the length of the run fatigue was not a problem. The many checkpoints also enabled the runners to explore a few picturesque spots, where one could not believe to be still in the city. Then the hare was very disappointed that the surprise she had for the pack had disappeared: she took us through a gate entering the premises of the railway station, to a supposedly abandoned track, with a train on it that was duly marked by her…or so she claims, because there were neither marks nor train. Even without the surprise train, we ran along the tracks, on them, which enabled very nice markings, white on black, easy to spot (if only all settings were so obvious!). Then again, the train people had disarranged the hare’s path by removing or adding a train or two, hiding the marks, which made Eata My Pussy keep singing “I’m looking for the marks