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The venue was Dyke’s house, and as I drove around the town, the heaven’s opened and I feared another wash out run. Fortunately the rains stayed off and the run was ok – just needing to move the circle into Dyke’s fitness room – finally it gets used! The hare brief started with the claim it was a short run, and it was – around 4.3km.

We set off along the road, but before long we were on familiar ground moving towards the hills. The early circle checks could have gone anywhere so early on the pack was stuck together. Eventually though, the ‘Dykie Checks’ came into play, but they were telegraphed to some extent, and while Chuck Wao disappeared in the wrong direction, myself and Junglicious managed to run straight through a couple of checks and break away from the pack.

Back down the hill we ran into the trail from yesterday, but only for a couple of hundred metres. Junglicious kept me on track as we maintained a gap ahead of Chuckie, HRA and Skiddy. Towards the back Frozen Dick had company for once, as Betty, Jungle Chim’s Mom, joined us for the day. The Jungle family was in force, but the circle may have been an experience too far as they didn’t make it to the On-On.

Today was the CH4 300th run (or there abouts depending who’s maths you believe!). For some inexplicable reason the combination of Belly Dancer and Skid Mark was chosen to set the trail for the memorable occasion…  On the one hand, it’s true that most of their runs are memorable, but on the other hand they are normally remembered for the wrong reasons!!!  So what would the pair concoct together? Belly Dancer with his love of steep hills, and Skid Mark with his love of water – how could they find a location to satisfy both of their sick sadistic lusts?

The Sankampaeng new road was the answer and a spot that I’ve only hashed once before. Given that it was the 300th run, we attracted a good turn out, including some Saturday regulars – which was great to see. The hares were licking their lips, and giggling gleefully – and I did manage to predict the torture they had in store for us, but they weren’t giving anything away.

The hare brief wasn’t brief…  Remember hasher’s aren’t that smart! Giving more info than usual just confused us! With climbing axes and brooms handed out, we set off anxiously with only one thing for sure – the next hour would be tough, but we wouldn’t forget it quickly. A prediction that held true.

The trail set off towards some rice fields, but rather than touch the paddies, we immediately found some disgusting, stinking, pig waste to trek through. Along the edge of the paddies we quickly found the “Wimp/Rambo” or “Skid Mark/Belly Dancer” split. Belly Dancer it was – promised to be longer and tougher. It seemed most people didn’t pay attention to the hare brief so, myself, S&M Girl and Suck It spent our time collecting special markers for free t-shirts – result! A great ‘Skiddy sticks’ check pulled us all back together and then it was time for the obvious hill – we dreaded it, but it was inevitable.

At the top of the hill the trails rejoined and the walkers were already ahead of us. Downhill was tough to run with a rocky trail, so when we hit the canal the other side of the hill the pack was back together. As we jogged along the edge of the canal, the finish was inevitable….  And Belly Dancer was stood atop of the ‘tunnel’ to make sure some of us completed the ‘Rambo shortcut’. A 500m tunnel to crawl through – waist deep in the shittiest, stinking scum imaginable – fortunately it was pitch black so we couldn’t see what was surely floating past us. The only thing sicker was the size of Skid Mark’s grin as he waited for us at the end of the tunnel, camera in hand.

Seriously though, it was a well marked, and well thought out run. Everybody got home safely, and there was a lot of fun to be had. So a great job hares – this is why we hash!