From a Virgin YH3 hasher

Occasionally I can talk someone into submitting information for this site.

It was a whirlwind introduction to hash. I wheezed, ran through a dump, disturbed a village, winked at a child, scrambled up a cliff, and played on the train tracks – not necessarily in that order.  I was then promptly appointed beer wench by a lady riding a dragon, and wound up sang Katy Perry in a small padded room surrounded by hashers.  I’m told that these things happen at YH3.

A big thanks to Verity and Dirty Choir Boy for the run, and to the Australians for the warm welcome and lovely party.  I’ll definitely be back.

– Mike: Virgin