It had been a big weekend of hashing. The visitors from Hong Kong had enjoyed the sights of Chiang Mai on Friday night, along with some locals (though many of them ended up having to make their own plans). Throbbing Ninja had tried to kill us all on Saturday, and there had been two great hashes on Sunday. How could we crown this? Apparently with a beautiful run from a beautiful resort with a swimming pool!
The first confusion on the run was a circle check in a river from which we found more trail and another circle. One of the visitors asked if it was ‘trail on’ but International Hashing Rules expert Chack Wow didn’t know the term (apparently it means that you call ‘on on’ if you see paper). However we couldn’t decide if we had got there ‘legitimately’ and wandered around aimlessly before one of the Hong Kong visitors found it back across the bridge we had just crossed. Superman, who’d been standing there waiting, led the charge and we were off again.
There were an enormous number of checks (Skidmark had promised 15!) which kept the pack well together. A length of trail along a stream meant: trail, water, trail, water in a way that kept Mr Poo and Chack Wow busy, until Mr Poo stumbled off up the wrong hill. Around this point Hunperdick caught up and pointed out he couldn’t hear Turkish Delight calling, much as when he is actually at the run.
The visitors completely missed the Skiddy Sticks towards the end of the run and while checking some people may have gone through crops, which led a local farmer to fire his gun in the air and encourage some yellow-bellied hashers (Superman, Gready, Tiptoe, Frozen Dick) to take a different route in and miss the swimming pool.
Circle was great (congratulations to Belly) and Nutcracker was given his fantastic touring name ‘Finger up my ass’! Success all round! 