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As I limped to the computer to write this report I remembered the CH3  meeting where Byte My Yahoo suggested a ‘mini ballbreaker’ and the excitement with which a group of naive hashers welcomed the idea.

All went well to begin with, the bus left Next Place earlier and fuller than normal and became even fuller when None of Your Business jumped on as we slowed  near a McDonalds on the way to Mae Jo.   The hare gave us a quick hare brief and we were off.  It was a lovely area and having walked up a hill and past a temple we has some great running trails, and Graven Image to tell us how far we had to go to the 7 km beer stop!  One cunning check unfortunately had loads of traffic at it for some reason and so communication was bad, leading to the tragedy of  Sloppy Rod catching up, having arrived 15 minutes late.

NOYB started strongly and some accused him of inside knowledge! However it was a cunning plot.  A long series of fairly obvious checks lulled the FRBs into a false sense of security until they almost all followed NOYB in the wrong direction while the back of the pack caught up and found true trail going off to the left!

The beer check had much needed sustenance and we swapped Frozen Dick, Tiptoe and Sunny for Baldric, who coyly pretended he didn’t know which way the next few checks went, despite having past them minutes before.

The second leg of the run was also a lot of fun, until we found the check that would take us 10 minutes.  Graven and Sloppy went straight and eventually found a checkback, but decided that even that was old paper.  Poo went back up the trail and hashers spread out in all directions.  Eventually Scooby found paper leading off to the left but 1) it appeared to have been ripped off the trees and 2) surely the hare wasn’t stupid enough to make us go off into the shiggy at 6:20 as it was getting dark?  Apparently he was and we enjoyed a scramble down a slope where visitor Cum Lord was impressed to see how Humperdick shepherded his flock to make sure nobody was lost, “Scooby Doo!  Where are you?”

Thankfully the hare was waiting at some barbed wire and we escaped from the jungle before complete darkness and were guided down the road by BMY’s car.  Frozen Dick (the bitch) ran a very good circle and we headed off to Sausage King to stuff ourselves!  Success!

edit: NOYB’s GPS track…

So what would the soon to be departing to the US for 6 months have up his sleeve for his swan song run? Would he at last set a good run … a better than usual run would have been welcome … the run directions to near the 700 year stadium seemed promising!

On No! … Yep HM found a moo baan we hadn’t run round before! Holy Crap indeed! 12 of us showed up for this thriller …

After a ludicrous hare brief with bizarre concoctions for False Trail, powder, invisible old leaf yellow paper and powder we  set off out towards the highway (107) – Angry Inch, Semen Soars and Humperdick raced Belly Dancer to the  V-check at the moo baan gate – BD went left and everyone else went right – both there FT! Back BD ran to the A and spotted Horny heading out through a hole in the fence – with a heads up BD headed out into the cow infested field while the pack ran back around the wall to give chase. Fortunately BD overheard Horny telling Square Rooter about a red marker which can in handy when BD found the Skiddy Stix. Under the wall by the red marker was Horny’s idea of fun … still we were all bunched together.

More running around the streets of the moo baan with the bemused Thai’s confirming their suspicions that farangs are mad. At the edge of the moo baan the bulk of the pack mistook the trail and was some confusion about where the true trail was heading. Semen Soars despite grumbling like a Dutchman found the proper trail (yes more moo baan running) and Semen, Belly and Angry Inch tracked round until bumping into the main pack running the wrong way. Finally the trail was found and a small scramble up a sandy cliff face took us to some nice running trails!!

Dog Shit & BD decided that excessive desire to be FRB on a run like this was ill advised, so with shouts from Chuck Wao, Skid Mark, Humperdick – our ‘intelligent hashing’ paid off and Horny had yet again laid some tricky back checks a plenty, Alice was none to happy with the amount of rocks … but that did beat concrete. Mind Your Nuts took it easy and Graven Image was in super stealth mode for his 101^st run!

Doggy and Belly arrived at the jungle juice stop to find Horny grinning ear to ear with delight but Skiddy was bleeding profusely from his finger that he had lacerated on a leaf. With FRB’s sent off – Horny told us his plan to finish setting the run – upon hearing this we decided we needed more jungle juice and since we could see the moo baan … GPS our way back to A.

Yep – its was another terrible Horny Monkey run of 6.5km for those that did it all. The pack came in pretty close together and to be fair … it was perhaps one Horny’s better moo baan runs!

Graven Image got the Wings and his 100^th Run mug – Congralations Gravy – well deserved. The circle had the odd ‘moment’ at times but it was fun on the whole. Then OnOnOn into town for some Monkey-ing around.

Thank you very much Horny Monkey for your efforts with CH3 and hope you have a good trip back to the US of A. See you in September.

OnOn

Belly Dancer