Garbage for Run # 1755, SIF, Tai Tapu Hotel
GCH3 GARBAGE SIF's Run - Tai Tapu - 29 April 2014
Rehash SIF’s puddle filled, fun filled night at Tai Tapu – while Shortplanks did the family thing!
For such a dirty night a goodly crowd gathered in the bar for a pre ramble drink, which gathered momentum as more arrived until even Dogs was heard to say “ a walk round the pub for the run??” Philistine we cried, and after waiting for Oxy and Bagshag who spent 20 mins in the powder room talking…..Oh, and then having to listen to Firkin of the Red Moon brigade tell us he was bad at waiting……Off we wented into the gloom.
After the bright lights of the pub the eyes were dimmed but we spotted the first hurdle of the pathway out being ankle deep in water. Unfortunately Dagy then turned to brag about missing it and stepped right into another at the roadway.
On trail and the FRB’s of Supreme and Dogs??? ran over trail and disappeared down towards town while the main pack negotiated a bridge with high fences at both ends and the swollen river lolloping along in a turgid mass of mud and branches below us. Frigid could be heard cackling in the pub with his foot up on a bar stool and the barmaids offering sympathetic noises and gestures??!!
Gloworm at this stage copped out because he is small and weak and could not lift his wee doggie over the fence. Bagshag hurdled it and Link crawled over it and Dogs then took off at a great pace into the trees. By the time we left the trees after scaling a dozen stiles, everyone was thoroughly wet but the hilarity of listening to the screams kept everyone going. Round the Rugby club rooms and onto the road to Otahuna where a piss stop hove into view outside the raspberry (strawberry) café. Amazingly, everyone made it there!
The question was then asked “ Do we want to do the rest of the trail?” Of course cried those who were not already esconsed in the pub with beer and skittles. Off we set in a determined manner, wet but not bowed or cold…. Down to the memorial arch and back into the domain with trail this time taking us to the golf club room. At this stage we halted to pick up the back markers who, it transpired had given up at the arch and wended their sodden ways back to the pub. This left Self, Dogs, Bagshag and Supreme with canine companion to tackle the rest of the trail alone.
Blobs of flour still about and a couple of white markers led us to a plank of a bridge onto the Akaroa highway. Trail then roaded it’s way back to the pub amid phone calls from SIF asking where we were. Crikey! We are not sprinters you know. Besides, there was good conversation to be had.
Back at the pub and half the pizzas were scoffed but enough was left to feed us and I have to say they were bloody good ones.
Fines:-
Thanks SIF! A bloody good night of fun and a good trail, really enjoyed it!
Rehash SIF’s puddle filled, fun filled night at Tai Tapu – while Shortplanks did the family thing!
For such a dirty night a goodly crowd gathered in the bar for a pre ramble drink, which gathered momentum as more arrived until even Dogs was heard to say “ a walk round the pub for the run??” Philistine we cried, and after waiting for Oxy and Bagshag who spent 20 mins in the powder room talking…..Oh, and then having to listen to Firkin of the Red Moon brigade tell us he was bad at waiting……Off we wented into the gloom.
After the bright lights of the pub the eyes were dimmed but we spotted the first hurdle of the pathway out being ankle deep in water. Unfortunately Dagy then turned to brag about missing it and stepped right into another at the roadway.
On trail and the FRB’s of Supreme and Dogs??? ran over trail and disappeared down towards town while the main pack negotiated a bridge with high fences at both ends and the swollen river lolloping along in a turgid mass of mud and branches below us. Frigid could be heard cackling in the pub with his foot up on a bar stool and the barmaids offering sympathetic noises and gestures??!!
Gloworm at this stage copped out because he is small and weak and could not lift his wee doggie over the fence. Bagshag hurdled it and Link crawled over it and Dogs then took off at a great pace into the trees. By the time we left the trees after scaling a dozen stiles, everyone was thoroughly wet but the hilarity of listening to the screams kept everyone going. Round the Rugby club rooms and onto the road to Otahuna where a piss stop hove into view outside the raspberry (strawberry) café. Amazingly, everyone made it there!
The question was then asked “ Do we want to do the rest of the trail?” Of course cried those who were not already esconsed in the pub with beer and skittles. Off we set in a determined manner, wet but not bowed or cold…. Down to the memorial arch and back into the domain with trail this time taking us to the golf club room. At this stage we halted to pick up the back markers who, it transpired had given up at the arch and wended their sodden ways back to the pub. This left Self, Dogs, Bagshag and Supreme with canine companion to tackle the rest of the trail alone.
Blobs of flour still about and a couple of white markers led us to a plank of a bridge onto the Akaroa highway. Trail then roaded it’s way back to the pub amid phone calls from SIF asking where we were. Crikey! We are not sprinters you know. Besides, there was good conversation to be had.
Back at the pub and half the pizzas were scoffed but enough was left to feed us and I have to say they were bloody good ones.
Fines:-
- Wedgie no hash gear
- Firkin for trying to take over
- Frigid and Wedgie for being injured
- Glo worm for making stuff ups.
- Oxy for being trendy and wearing a scarf
- Firkin, Link and Glo worm for being first back
- Sif dobbed Firkin for actually having wet feet and getting to a piss stop
- Supreme dobbed SIF for actually managing to lay flour trail which was under water but still OK?????
- Dagy for lost property which he could not remember losing
- Everyone but the famous four long runners fined for being wimps!!!
Thanks SIF! A bloody good night of fun and a good trail, really enjoyed it!