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So we were to run ‘in’ Huay Tung Thao? The signs were sparse, but I trusted Jungle enough to pay my 20B and go into the reservoir – and finally we had signs to the back of the lake. I had troubles getting there early so hash cashing was a bit of a pain, but as the Songthaew was late, we got things organised and weren’t too late setting off. Jungle was clearly nervous about the run he and Junglicious had set – with a Wimp out option and cautions about using the aqueduct if it got dark. It was ominous and spurred Brown Finger to sprint up the hill.

Anyway, we set off and quickly ran into a spot where the powder had vanished or been sparingly placed – never mind we found the trail and Humperdick was the FRB. He rejoiced at the top of his voice and urged everyone on to follow him. A couple of Skiddy sticks and we had a group running along the aqueduct – Horny Monkey, Brownfinger, 2 virgins (Megan & Drew) and me – mostly being held up by Horny “A” Monkey.

We hit the Wimp Rambo split and HM the GM stood pleading us to join him on the wimp run – perhaps he was scared to do it alone? Perhaps he was worried about his virgins? Either way he was a wimp and left us to head up the hill. Brown Finger suggested we weren’t putting enough effort in and pranced away from us (fantastically he got the next V check wrong and it brought him back to earth.

JJ had told us about the V checks, and the circle checks, but he hadn’t told us about the invisible checks… Several times we ran to a junction, with no powder, but had to find powder further up or down the trail. That brought a group back together as we got to the waterfall and headed down. Once again Humperdick was the FRB, and he rejoiced letting us all know he was leading the way! Screw that – I skipped past him and we plunged down to the circle check that crossed the waterfall. Apparently I led the poor virgins across a treacherous section that had Mr. Poo hoping that male virgin would die so he could save female virgin. Yes – she was fit, more so when she took her top off in the circle! But I’m distracted… sunglasses…, trail…, top off…, mmmm…. where was I? Ah yes, we got to the weaving trails at the bottom and most people ran around in circles for a while. Square Rooter and Toe Sucker short cutted and eventually led the confused FRBs home. Others weren’t so lucky and spent a deal of time running around in circles.

I can only remember one thing about the circle, but I may have already mentioned it…

A moonlight run – sounds interesting! Belly Dancer sets these regularly, but without any warnings, and without any moonlight, so hopefully with the experience of Pamela it would be a good experience? Hash Cash duties in order, flashlight in hand, hare brief over, time to set off. Like a rocket BD flew past me – straight out of hospital and he’s back to his normal strategy of sprinting to get the first check wrong.

We headed into the hills, and leading the trail was a bit tricky – managing a torch to check where I was putting my feet AND look for powder was a challenge, but we still managed to keep a good pace. HRA & Graven were scampering along on my heels, but neither keen to take over the lead – happy to follow in my tracks, until a “V” check that I didn’t spot until too late, and they confidently scampered off to the right. I reluctantly chose left, but enjoyed a quiet smile to myself when I heard faint “Check-back” calls from behind me. The trail was good, wide enough to run on and lit well enough that I could keep jogging along. Nailed the next check and I was in the dark, alone, with no responses to my calls.

Finally I heard HRA coming along behind, and he passed me as I finally got a check wrong. We hit the fence at the Night Safari, and the hare had put a V check. Only a complete idiot would check left as that would take you all the way around the Night Safari… Especially if you had already set a run in the same location (and put a check in the same place) – 25th December 2010 for the record – a CSH3 run set by HRA and Mr. Poo… OK, lets pretend that HRA was disoriented in the dark – he sheepishly came back from his pointless checking!

We headed back down the trail and I was following a returnee who suddenly hit the floor – completely taken out by a barrier blocking the path – invisible in the dark, especially if you choose to go without a torch! I was torn between checking he was ok and laughing as it was one of the best crashes I’ve ever seen! If HRA was racing up front, Graven was equally competitive as he came back from a false trail trying to find out how far HRA was ahead and trying to chase him down. HRA had too much energy and “won” the wings.

The lunar eclipse dominated the circle with Good RA Superman battling with Evil RA Pamela as to whether we’d see it through the clouds. All in all a great – different – hash run! Good Work Pamela!

The directions to the run site were clear and well advertised, but nonetheless managed to confuse several hashers who autopiloted down the canal road rather than Sameong. Nonetheless a large crowd gathered with virgins and visitors ready for what Bone Hur had in store. My plan was to walk off and take it easy – I’d even warmed up with a couple of beers in the afternoon – but Bone Hur got fed up of everyone ignoring him and gave an abrupt, abridged hare brief and sent us on our way with Mr. Poo unusually setting the early pace.

At the first check I was drawn in the direction of the temple steps – Bone Hur isn’t the most inventive guy in the world, and from that runsite the obvious route is up the 969 steps to the temple and so it was. I hit the steps first, but was quickly overtaken by Mr. Poo who was on a mission today. Leah a young virgin came flying past all of us hardly breathing at all. A glance over my shoulder saw Brown Finger puffing and panting his way up cursing blasphemously as he saw the stairs continue towards the sky. If the hares had any intention of keeping the pack together, this wasn’t the way to do it – a good number of hashers simply rejected the stairs and short cut around while the rest were scattered over the steps.

After the summit we hit the trail that gradually descended around the hill. It was a great trail to run on, and Mr. Poo, Leah, Brown Finger, Graven Image and I broke away from the rest. There were a few checks that had BF diving into the woods in the hope of finding paper along unlikely trails – I just kept going down the trail and sure enough the trail was the obvious route along the road. At the bottom we ran into Semen Soars who’d shown up late, missed out on the hill, got lost and managed to get the wings for doing the run Bone Hur hadn’t intended – I’ll have to remember those criteria. There were walkers strewn across the rice fields and even then they chose to short cut while GI and I set the pace at the head of the runners.

The On-In was at the road and I was relieved that it was only 3.6km – less than half an hour. Fortunately the beer had just enough time to chill. Horny Monkey ran the circle again, and the usuals were punished for making funny comments that disrupted his train of thought.