Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers
Drinking and Running Since 1991
Hash Trash 1552 Grand Master – Skid Mark Haberdasher – Snail Trail
Historian & Awards Master – Superman Hash Cash – Chatterbox
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 1553
Cums Any Time and Always on Top were the hares for today’s run with the location being about 4 km down the Samoerng road from Samcan. I don’t know if any of you remember from one of my earlier literary offerings; I proposed naming the intersection between the Samoerng and Canal roads Samcan as it is a location regularly referred to when giving directions for runs etc. – It being a portmanteau word using the first three letters of the respective roads of the junction also sounding similar to the Thai word for important. However, there hasn’t seemed to have been any widespread adoption of my proposal, or any adoption at all for that matter. But never mind some of the best ideas need time to establish themselves. Anyway back to the business of the run. As far as I’m aware both of today’s instigators where virgin hares although I have a sneaky suspicion there was a third hare, of significant experience, operating behind the scenes.
Once again, about 30 of the committed faithful turned out for today’s escapade. Cums Any Time gave a very detailed hare brief with the circle checks taking the guise of a clock. At first I didn’t get the reference, then realized that it referred to the ‘time’ aspect of her name. We set off down the road and it wasn’t long before we came to the first V check. The one trail led up a well-defined track and was the obvious direction to take and the other trail looked as if it were heading back to the A bucket and entailed a certain amount of shiggy. About 90 % of the pack followed the logical trail. Yes ,you’ve guessed it, 90% were wrong. It was at this point my suspicions were aroused in regards to the third hare as Just Cumming and a few of his cohorts made a ‘B line’ towards the less obvious trail. They either had great clairvoyant skills or had prior knowledge. My money is very much on the latter.
This area being quite mountainous, it was inevitable that sooner or later the trail was going to take us in an upward direction. As expected, we started the incline. But when compared to the previous week’s run, on the outstation in Doi Chang, where we had seemed to have been traversing near vertical slopes; this was a relative ‘walk in the park’ in comparison. I carried on up the hill, on the way noticing a lot of tall dry grass which I’m sure, given a couple of weeks, will be turned into PM2.5 by the scientific method of combining the contents of a container of petrol with an ignited match resulting in combustion and considerable y more air pollution.
Eventually I made my way to the top of the mountain feeling quite pleased with myself having ascended the hill without too much trauma. My pride was short lived though, as I noticed a lot of the pack in the far distance on an adjacent mountain. This meant I would have to go down into the valley and go up the other side. Oh, the joys of hashing. After about 10 – 15 minutes I had made my way on to the other mountain. This point marked the high point of the run, so from now on the trail steadily declined along dirt roads taking us through a mediation temple and ultimately back to the A bucket. I thought I was the last to finish, but Snowballs was still out there. I hadn’t seen or heard him for the entirety of the run, so had no idea where he could be. But after about 20 minutes he turned up in his inimitable style. The run took me about an hour and 10 minutes and I clocked up just over 6 km. It was a thoroughly enjoyable run and a great work out; excellent first run ladies.
On a less positive note, there are very few physical accolades to be derived from hashing. Most of the benefits are, dare I say, spiritual. But there is one cherished reward on CHS3 each and every hasher receives on the occasion of attaining 100 runs and that is the pewter tankard. I have to report after the circle Chuck Wao placed his tankard along with his ‘roadie’ on the back bumper of his truck and inadvertently drove off with them still there. Despite Sheep Shagger’s best efforts to bring this to the attention of Mr Wao it was too late and he carried on oblivious of his error. Superman called him and he returned and an extensive search and rescue mission was mounted, but alas the tankard wasn’t located, but we did find his ‘roadie’. So if anyone finds this cherished artifact can they return it to it’ rightful owner.
OnOn Stumbling Dyke…