A total cock-up, according to several independent and very brief sources. The hares kept getting lost or something. Well done, guys. Keep the flag flying, and all that.

Oh, yeah. Hopalong's digestive system, which has been acting up for several weeks now, has caused him to be rechristianed "Le Flatulance". Doggy Style suggested that he be confined to the baggage hold under the bus henceforth.

If anyone else can shed further light on the run, please drop hash Stats a line. Your words will be immortalised in the Hash Database.

El Flatulente reports:
That's an understatement

First half, a series of increasingly bizzare turns around some picturesque paddy fields in Saigon South. The process was livened up by the odd muppet falling in.

As the loops became every wider, increasingly puzzled looks came over the faces of the hares. It became a truly awesome cockup and soon the hares were readily agreeing with those who said "If you're going to screw it up, you might as well REALLY screw it up big time."

With all hope and confidence in the hares gone, and the sun beating down, the second half was a shortened processsion following the hares through more paddy fields.

And yes I, Hopalong, was indeed renamed "El Flatulante" (not Le Flatulence) thanks to the continual persistence of Peckerhead over the past few weeks. Brits, Australians, Americans all got hauled into the circle for their nations' latest sins and Mad Cow, as usual, was done for Sex on the Hash.