Thanks to IXL for producing this run & on-on report.
*(NB: Ed: was it widely publicized that this was an auspicious run number, such as the 2,200th..? Just askin’)*
Run No 2200
Date 14 Sep 2020
The night was mild and a great turn out of hashers (30+) set out dead on time. The run headed mainly downhill through streets of terraces in Waverton before crossing under the mainline railway and past the sadly disused bowling club (the bowling club with the best view in Sydney and host to the Larrikins Melbourne Cup celebrations some years ago). The views of the west flank of Sydney kept on coming as the runners traversed the old oil tanks site, (now maritime park) and could clearly see the monstrous profile of Jamie Packer’s *schlong* as Liz Farrelly calls it. But I must say I am warming to its architecture. It certainly makes a statement and is in keeping with the cavalier nature of Sydney’s development excesses. The trail continued past the Coal Loader to Balls Head where extraordinary panoramas could be taken in stretching from the southern end of the CBD to the full width of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. If nothing else the run showcased Sydney’s most famous profiles albeit at night. The run returned in a loop via the Coal Loader, then down a fiendishly long set of steps to Harbour level, and finally back up an even greater climb past the Wondakiah redevelopment of the gas company site in the 1980s. Back at base four front running bastards including Tripod, Impi and Rocky returned after only about 40 minutes and checking their Fitbits discovered the run qualified for the shortest in the year. Tripod was able to pour further contempt on the underwhelming challenge of Run No 2020 announcing that he had already walked all the way to Brennan Park from his home in Lane Cove. The Hare was impressed with his amazing return to fitness and superior running ability. With the benefit of hindsight it was a great shame this run was held in darkness. See daytime pix. Bring on time saving in October. The hash repaired to Capos Pizza Restaurant next to Waverton Station . Capos had taken the hash booking seriously by setting up extra tables. The thin crusted pizzas were to die for and the writer intends to return before too long.