Prague 888; Saturdee

Catching the Metro to the outskirts of the city, I met with close to 100 other hashers and we proceeded to rehydrate with beer by degrees until Bouncing Czech sent us on our way. There was a Runner and Walker trail, but for the most part the runner trail was basically being sent out looking for a check until the walkers caught up and then we all got called to follow the walkers trail. Sound confusing? Gah!
However, about halfway through the runners actually split from the walkers and we went up this large incline to the top of a hill, running through forests on hiker and goat paths and the like. Even crossing through a giant field of harvested something, which (from a distance) gave the pack a sort of surreal, film-like experience. Only about three of us got to see the rest of the pack like that though as we went checking in the wrong direction and ended up on the other side of this massive space.
Catching up, we returned to hill paths through forests until we broke through the trees to the top where an abandoned campsite (note to self if I ever make it back there...) in a clearing gave way to a spectacular view of Prague and another neighboring city to the right. Barring smog, you could see for miles. At least 10.
Giving my knee a great fuck off on the way down the steep hill, we returned to forest trails, past flour arrows that pointed into open wells and onto train tracks, following Bouncing Czech's calls of "No, it's not that way, turn left, you'll see trail in about 100 meters!"
All of which turned out to be true. Insider information?
We arrived at a small creek where trail crossed and went to the right. BC said that we don't have to cross, just go right and we'll be fine. What happened to honor the hare? Whatever, I'm on my last pair of hash shoes. Hell, only pair of shoes.
A hundred meters or so down the way, around a small bend was the first beer stop, with three cases of creek chilled brew awaiting us. I helped to drag it all up to the bridge and we stopped and chatted for whatever amount of time, cha-cha-cha.
On we went, down a long and wide winding road, past tiny playgrounds, people with dogs the size of small horses and various automobiles (!?) until we came to a small pond with two swans swimming about. We all took in the view for a minute and then about 6 of us stripped and jumped in the chilling water. Scaring the poor swans, but enjoying the bond of swimming in probably not properly clean water, oh well.
The rest of the pack took off, so we (after finding one hasher's sunglasses with our feet) came to shore, put our shirts, shoes and socks back on, then shared a small bottle of Bratavolka (Czech liquor) as a toast to our greatness before continuing on the next short bit to beer check number two, Cha-cha-cha.
After the second beer check, I walked and talked with Rumple Foreskin (one of several on hashspace, but he's a D.R.I.F.T.E.R. hasher who knows Rock Hard) for quite a while on the last bit of trail, where we went across a smaller field, up forest hill paths and such until we concluded at a spot that my memory doesn't hold so well (go figure). Had circle, then all went back to our relative crash space to prepare for that evening's party.

In typical hasher fashion, we all boarded the same bloody metro, which helped immensely in finding the place with all the foreign street names and metro stops. The theme was "visitors to Prague Castle" and we showed up in various bits of non-costume (or full costume for a select few) to eat, drink, dance and be merry. There was even a raffle!
The three course meal consisted of smoked herring (excellent), something reminiscent of Chicken Cordon Bleu, and a bread pudding type dessert with ice cream. We also got 2 kegs of beer to drink dry (average about 2-3 beer apiece) and another 4 drink tickets for beverages of our choice (choice!). Somewhere mid-way they held the costume contest. I was in more of my "a night out in general" clothes, but by undoing an extra 3 buttons, shlocking up my hair a tad and gyrating constantly, I joined in as "Vegas Lounge Singer."
It was enough to earn me second place and a bottle of Bison Grass Vodka (rumored to have a piece of grass pissed on by a bison in it!).
I made a personal promise to share it somehow at the next day's hangover hash, then watched the raffle where I didn't win anything, but the lovely Nurse Ratchet gave me her prize of a City Hash tank-top that was too big for her, tré cool!
More dancing with everyone, good times, good fun, drank some beer, but no rum, dee-da-dum!
Went back to the hostel, switched rooms because someone in there was fucking with my shit, and slept to prepare for the next morning's hangover hash.