Today was the CH4 300th run (or there abouts depending who’s maths you believe!). For some inexplicable reason the combination of Belly Dancer and Skid Mark was chosen to set the trail for the memorable occasion… On the one hand, it’s true that most of their runs are memorable, but on the other hand they are normally remembered for the wrong reasons!!! So what would the pair concoct together? Belly Dancer with his love of steep hills, and Skid Mark with his love of water – how could they find a location to satisfy both of their sick sadistic lusts?
The Sankampaeng new road was the answer and a spot that I’ve only hashed once before. Given that it was the 300th run, we attracted a good turn out, including some Saturday regulars – which was great to see. The hares were licking their lips, and giggling gleefully – and I did manage to predict the torture they had in store for us, but they weren’t giving anything away.
The hare brief wasn’t brief… Remember hasher’s aren’t that smart! Giving more info than usual just confused us! With climbing axes and brooms handed out, we set off anxiously with only one thing for sure – the next hour would be tough, but we wouldn’t forget it quickly. A prediction that held true.
The trail set off towards some rice fields, but rather than touch the paddies, we immediately found some disgusting, stinking, pig waste to trek through. Along the edge of the paddies we quickly found the “Wimp/Rambo” or “Skid Mark/Belly Dancer” split. Belly Dancer it was – promised to be longer and tougher. It seemed most people didn’t pay attention to the hare brief so, myself, S&M Girl and Suck It spent our time collecting special markers for free t-shirts – result! A great ‘Skiddy sticks’ check pulled us all back together and then it was time for the obvious hill – we dreaded it, but it was inevitable.
At the top of the hill the trails rejoined and the walkers were already ahead of us. Downhill was tough to run with a rocky trail, so when we hit the canal the other side of the hill the pack was back together. As we jogged along the edge of the canal, the finish was inevitable…. And Belly Dancer was stood atop of the ‘tunnel’ to make sure some of us completed the ‘Rambo shortcut’. A 500m tunnel to crawl through – waist deep in the shittiest, stinking scum imaginable – fortunately it was pitch black so we couldn’t see what was surely floating past us. The only thing sicker was the size of Skid Mark’s grin as he waited for us at the end of the tunnel, camera in hand.
Seriously though, it was a well marked, and well thought out run. Everybody got home safely, and there was a lot of fun to be had. So a great job hares – this is why we hash!