Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers
Drinking and Running since 1991
Hash Trash # 1523
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 # 1524
Today’s run marked the occasion of Sin Bin’s birthday. With He and Skid Mark taking up haring duties for a mini outstation, at Sleeps On Its place, out beyond Maijo. Sin Bin seems, to me anyway, to have been around for at least the past 15 years, but he is actually still only 12 years old. With that said, it has brought him a year closer to being able to partake and enjoy in the hash’s, good old, amber nectar – beer, that is.
Driving to the A site with the rain pelting down and certain areas experiencing severe flooding. My initial thought was this run was going to be a complete and utter washout. Oh, what little faith I have in our illustrious RA, C Wao esq., who once again had managed to provide us all with the perfect running conditions. Neither too hot, nor too cold and with just a hint of cooling moisture in the air. More favorable running conditions couldn’t have been wished for.
Skid Mark proceeded with the hare brief. We were to encounter the usual sort of checks and following the usual strips of paper, but all the circle checks would have pictures of Sin Bin at various stages through his life up until now. There was even an antenatal depiction of him with a picture of a pregnant Snail Trail from all those years ago. About 30 hashers set off with one or two of them wearing rain wear, but I noticed they soon divested themselves of the fore mentioned apparel. As I iterated earlier, the climactic conditions for today’s run were extremely conducive to good hashing.
Having covered only about 50 meters, or so, we came to the Wimp – Rambo split. This proved to be a point of consternation for Square Rooter. He explained to me; he likes to have some time to cogitate and ruminate on making the decision on which trail to follow and having the option thrust upon him at such an early juncture in proceedings fazed him somewhat. Anyway for those of you who are interested, he opted for the Rambo trail.
A few hundred meters further on, I was passed by a few members of the younger contingent – namely Obscene, Sin Bin and a few others – sprinting as fast as their little legs would carry them, demonstrating the sheer exuberance of youth, and with a total disregard for the concept of conserving energy. This being a tenet we older hashers have to adhere to rigorously.
The area we were running in was generally flat with a few undulations, no big hills to negotiate, so not particularly difficult terrain to traverse although quite slippery due to the earlier rain. We ran through a few checks, up a slight incline where I was passed by Cartoon who commented on the injustice of having completed 3 checks, being correct on 2 occasions and wrong once and now he was at the back of the pack. The trail took us up another incline and into a wooded area where I noticed Tequila slammer had spotted some mushrooms and was busily gathering them up and placing them into a plastic bag she had brought along for such an eventuality.
We carried on down a small ravine where we came across Frozen Dick and Tip Toe. I incorrectly surmised that we had joined up with the Wimp trail, but this wasn’t the case. They seemed to be making up their own run as they went along. We carried on a little further and came to a lam yai plantation with each branch of every tree laden to breaking point with fruit. If anyone can think of a secondary use for these little packages of yumminess, they could make a fortune as there seems to be an inexhaustible supply of them at this time of year.
We carried on up a hill to the sound of barking dogs – not an uncommon occurrence, I hear you say – but as we got closer to the source of the emanating barking it was clear these weren’t the yappy soi dogs we usually encounter on runs. But a couple of ferocious guard dogs salivating at the mouth, baying for blood and I’m sure ready to sink the teeth into any hasher who got to close. They were accompanied by the owner of the plantation who, to put it mildly, wasn’t too happy to have a load of hashers tramping across his land. I heard Snail Trail, ever the diplomat, explaining and apologizing to him about what was going on. Personally, Myself and Deep Throat got out of the area as soon as we could.
Once we were thankfully clear of the plantation we found ourselves at a reasonably high elevation affording us with a panoramic view of the local area. We carried on through the usual type of hashing terrain for another couple of km when we came to the OnIn and then back to the A bucket. When I got back I inquired with Woolly Jumper and Superbitch on how many mushrooms had been found today. They replied that pickings on todays run had been pretty poor, so a bad day for the mushroom collectors.
I clocked up just over 6km for today’s run and it took me around an hour and twenty minutes. Great run guys, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
OnOn – Stumbling Dyke…