WHILE (BEING CHASED) The site-stats
tell me we only post to the M2A blog (on average) about every four days (excluding
road-trips). My writing skills inform me I’m losing the comedic-campaign, and
turning-tail towards only the most serious
of issues till after November... (But they’re all a bunch of hacks!
What do they know?)
The real truth of the matter is that time is not an object in Mozambique. (Most
would argue, time is NOT an object, period. And, I for one, won’t argue with
that). And so to tackle these tough issues; posts just come as they hit
us. Also, the fact is; funny things don’t happen often. Some might say funny
things don’t happen at all: It’s people that make things funny! But the absolute
truth is nothing makes people funnier than Hash. (Don’t get any silly ideas;
I’m talking about the Hash House Harriers). Oh, are you unfamiliar in the ways?
You’re not alone.
The Hash House Harriers (abbreviated as HHH
- no idea what it means or where the name originated) is a (British?)
tradition. It involves getting a bunch of ex-people
together (yes, all foreign ex-patriots, including Americans (not even George
Bush can cause that kind of resentment?)), and driving way out into the
“bush” (of any country on any continent) and unleashing this giant herd silver-spooned
t-shirt clad galloping gringos upon the locals and letting them all (in Maputo
there are about 70 people or so!) run around in the sand like madmen for about
an hour. NO. I’m not making this up. And if you’re confused, stay tuned cause
it only gets worse.
Oh yeah, and have a happy St. Patrick's Day!