I woke up Thursday morning feeling hammered. I ran into Whale`s Vagina freshly arrived and we went out partying with some other hashers until the wee hours. I get it together by 1 and head to the start of the RDR. I catch a cab with Buddha and his Chinese wife. He is a huge Aussie in an equally huge red dress made by his wife. The general rule of thumb for the RDR is the older and fatter the hasher, the skimpier and more outrageous the dress. Imagine Living Proof in corset and fishnets. OK. Don`t. Sorry. I am conservatively dressed in my red sarong fron Penang, red t-shirt and red bandana. 2000 hashers are assembled at a stadium that is the start.Some politician gives a welcome speech and just as he finishes a loud clatter on the roof announces the start of a huge tropical downpour. Within minutes there are inches of rain in the street and everyone is soaked. I have an umbrella but there`s so much water in the air its hopeless. The locals are cracking up as we troop by in our soaked dresses. Everyone is taking pictures of us, smiling and laughing. We make a 5k loop thru downtown and end at the venue. Hashers are spread out for over a mile. We go by a girls school and they squeal and scream at us like its aJason Bleiber concert. I feel like a rock star! The rain has stopped and we start to dry out.
Walking back to the hotel draws lots of smiles and stares and I`m happy to be out of my wet clothes.Thursday nite brings more futball and drinking. I now have a regular bar with cold beer and an outdoor screen set up to watch the games. The owners like me and I`m their new buddy. It`s a 3 minute stumble to my hotel .
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