Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers
Drinking and Running Since 1991
Hash Trash # 1522
Grand Master – Skid Mark Haberdasher – Juicy Fruit
Historian & Awards Master – Superman Hash Cash – Titty Smoker
Joint Master – Just Cumming Beer Monster – Deep Throat
Religious Advisor – Chuck Wao Hare Raiser – Bushy Tail
Deputy Beer Monster – Sheep Shagger On-Sec. – Stumbling Dyke
Run # 1523
The location for today’s run took us 24 km East along the Sankampheng road and was brought to us courtesy of Bushy Tail and Just Cumming. First impressions of the A bucket was the abundance of mountains in the area. Surely we would be ascending one of the fore mentioned pretty soon. Having said that, I think it’s worth noting. At this time of year with the rainy season providing us with an amazing lusciously green landscape, a crystal clear unpolluted sky, burgeoning green shoots of vibrant young rice plants thriving in the fields and all surrounded by the majestic mountains of Sankampheng. It’s conditions such as these that truly epitomize the joy and wonderment of hashing in Chiangmai. I’m sure no hasher, worth their salt, would disagree with this observation.
Just over 30 hashers assembled for the hare brief and it was nice to see the use of cross checks had been restored for today’s run, I haven’t seen one of those in years. Bushy informed us that it was going to be a flat run. Could she be believed? only time would tell. Our illustrious RA, Mr Wao, had come up trumps with the weather once again, no nasty black clouds anywhere to be seen. We set off and I heard HRA calling to cumalot to join the rambo runners, but she didn’t take a blind bit of notice. We were immediately confronted with a circle check, or it might have been a cross check. Anyway, this instigated the usual hypothesizing and pontificating by all and sundry most of whose opinions were totally incorrect. Would you expect anything else? The trail was finally located and took us along a path through some elephant grass where I came across Captain Hook , an impassable ditch and the loss of paper. Everyone dispersed in search of the trail when a shot was heard, probably a farmer shooting a pigeon or something. But Sloppy Rod thought someone was taking aim at him although I didn’t see him dive for cover.
Eventually, the trail was found and I bumped into Happy Ending who was whinging about the parsimonious distribution of paper with only a few strands of the shredded stuff dotted here and there making the trail hard to follow. However, her whinging soon turned to a state of glee when she spotted a clump of about 10 or so mushrooms. She instinctively gathered them up and went happily on her way.
We carried on a little further, and I had noticed that we had been passing a great number of farm animals and in particular cows. It looked like dairy farming was quite common in this area. It’s a well known fact, dictated by the laws of nature, where ever you have a large amount of cattle, it naturally follows, there will be a high concentration of cow shit. We came across an innocuous looking flat area, looks can be deceptive, soon finding ourselves up to our ankles in fym ( farm yard manure). What methods Chuck Wao must have instigated to negotiate this quagmire, I’ll never know. He must have resorted to some pretty drastic measures. The only one coming to grief here, as far as I’m aware, was Turkish. We were all now in drastic need of some running water to run through to clean our shoes.
At this point in the proceedings, I was in my usual place in the pack. Towards the back in Square Rooter territory. However, we were still coming across FRBs -namely Turkish, Pussy whisperer and Deep Throat– who had been caught out by checks. This is a good sign as it shows that the pack are generally sticking together.
On we went, coming across a Buddha shrine with a long flight of steps. The perplexing thing here was that we hadn’t really gone up any hills, but we had to descend these steps. I always thought that one of the rules of haring states, Whenever you encounter a flight of steps on trail these steps must be ascended and not descended. That’s always been my experience, anyway. We carried on through some rice paddies along some leafy paths and eventually joined up with the trail we had set off from and back to the A bucket.
The run was just over 6 km, without checks, and took me around an hour and fifteen minutes. Great location, spectacular views – the hares didn’t even lie when they said the trail was flat. Great run guys, well done.
OnOn – Stumbling Dyke…