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Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers

Drinking and Running Since 1991

Hash Trash 1528

Grand Master – Skid Mark                                      Haberdasher – Juicy Fruit

Historian & Awards Master – Superman     Hash Cash – Titty Smoker

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 # 1529

With tropical storm Noul, a storm of potentially biblical proportions, raging havoc all around Vietnam, Laos and Thailand with many areas in the region experiencing severe flooding, landslides and all manner of climactic devastation. You could be forgiven for thinking that the likelihood of today’s run being a complete, absolute and utter washout, more or less, a certainty. How wrong you would be. As the run time approached none of the adverse weather conditions had manifested themselves over Chiang Mai. Although overcast, the only other evidence of this monster storm was a slight, misty and refreshing drizzle present in the air. These are conditions conducive and required for perfect hashing. So it’s once more ‘ a big hats off ‘ to our illustrious RA The Venerable Chuck Wao for orchestrating such favorable weather. I’m genuinely beginning to think, given his current record during his time in office, that he does possess some kind of divine control over the elements.

Today’s run was brought to us courtesy of Snowballs, making his haring debut on the CSH3. What were we going to be in for? Well, the first surprise was the location. The A bucket was at the entrance to the boy scout camp at the bottom of Doi Suthep. A place many of the long standing Chiang Mai hashers would remember as one of the favored areas for setting runs until we were banned from there some 15 years ago. But it was great to return to this beautiful location.

Around 25, or so, hashers assembled for the hare brief. Brief not necessarily the best description as it seemed to take about 10 minutes. But it did provide good entertainment with Snowballs, in his inimitable lugubrious tone, recounting the minutia of his trail setting experience. Notably, recalling the fact that he had had some guy following him collecting up his trail of paper.

We all set off into the luscious greenery of the forest. As we were close to the bottom of Doi Suthep it could be logically deduced that we were, from the start, going to ascend the mountain. But it would have been a wrong supposition as we  immediately were sent down a very steep trail towards the road only to be confounded by a false trail. Then we did an about turn and then the real uphill struggle started. The trail took us past an old dilapidated building where I could hear the smashing and cracking of tiles as the hashers ran over them. When I got to the other side of the building I could see the tiles were asbestos which if it were in any other country  would have triggered an almighty biohazard alert. But this is Thailand where every other building seems to have asbestos roof tiles.

We all endeavored up up and up the mountain with the usual puffing and panting and the odd profanity being uttered in regards to the precipitous nature of the trail. We came to a point where we had to cross a waterfall. It so nice to see these waterfalls, once again, cascading water as they have seemed to have been dry for so long. That being said, it does make them perilous to traverse. Running with Rat’s Arse and Hot Nipples we negotiated the slippery obstacle without mishap. We carried on the trail through the forest and were rewarded by some spectacular panoramic views of Chiang Mai.

We started to descend through the greenery down some pretty treacherous trails until we got to the bottom of the hill and all too soon back to the boy scout camp. Although I only clocked up 2.25 km and it took me under an hour it was a great run, set along good trails, spectacular views and a good workout being achieved. Going to prove all runs don’t need to mega marathons. Great effort and thanks for taking us back to the scout camp.

OnOn Stumbling Dyke…

Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers

Drinking and Running Since 1991

Hash Trash 1527

Grand Master – Skid Mark                                       Haberdasher – Juicy Fruit

Historian & Awards Master – Superman       Hash Cash – Titty Smoker

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 # 1528

The hares for today’s event were Turkish Delight and Just Cumming with the A bucket at Turkish’s eponymous triangle, an area populated by precipitous and rugged terrain, a couple of km off the canal road. The last Saturday run from this point was the one just before the cessation of hashing due to the lock down which was only 6 months ago, but it seems so much longer. There were two runs on the card for today, the long one starting at 4:30 and a shorter one commencing at the usual time. I arrived just after 4:30 fully intending to take the shorter option, but by the time I arrived everyone, with the exception of Superman and Superbitch, had already left. Today’s outing was A to B and B to A. I was given the option of just doing the B to A leg, but I decided to throw caution to the wind and do the full run. So far, this rainy season we have been lucky with few disruptions due to inclement weather and today was no exception.

I started off down a familiar dirt track passing a few lam yai plantations carrying on an undulating trail for about 1 km then coming to a circle check which took me on a dog leg right trajectory and the start of the ascent where I could see a few hashers in the distance, too far away to recognize anyone though. After about 10 minutes, I caught up with Purple Fart, Tip Toe and few of the foraging harriets. I could only see 2 mushrooms in Woolly Jumper’s bag.Then Sweet Pea presented me with my driving license. Which I’m sure you would consider a very bizarre occurrence. Allow me to explain. About 6 months ago I lost my wallet containing all my bank cards, driving license etc. Then a few weeks ago, I received a call from Sweet Pea telling me she had my driving license. It had been found by Chili Pussy  while on active hashing duty during  a Bunny Hash run. All very strange, but as I’m sure you all appreciate weird and wonderful Phenomena, far too common for sheer coincidence, can occur in Chiang Mai.

We all started up a steep incline with me following behind. I had just built up a good head of steam   when we came to an abrupt stop as Juicy Fruit and Microwave decided to embark on a photo shoot; after a lot of posing and copious amounts of Facebook fodder – or is it Instagram these days? – had been amassed we were allowed to carry on. It was at this point Snowballs seemed to appear from nowhere, not dissimilar to the white rabbit from Alice’s Adventures in wonderland, and going in completely the wrong direction. Then as mysteriously as he had appeared; he disappeared again and not to be seen  until the end of the run. I hope I didn’t imagine it.

We now reached the top of the mountain and carried on along the ridge for a few hundred meters and came to the Wimp Rambo split. I couldn’t persuade anyone to follow me on the Rambo trail, and if I had actually known how far it was going to be; I may have followed the wimp trail myself. Anyway, I followed the Rambo trail alone. The trail took me along a ridge at the top of the mountain for about 2 -3 km with some pretty spectacular panoramic views to enjoy from the high elevation and at one point through an area of annoying biting insects. Then I started, at first, a gradual descent which progressively became steeper and back into more of an inhabited area with a few houses and cultivated fields and the like. I carried on along a few muddy roads for 1 km or so down a slight ravine round a few small lakes up the other side and back to the road and the B bucket where Turkish was waiting. At this point, I was availed with 2 options. I could carry on the B to A trail which was another 5 km or I could have a lift back to the A bucket with Turkish. Having completed over 6 km which is a pretty long run by my standards, and suitably knackard. I decided to take the easy option. Back at the A bucket none of the FRBs   had  arrived back from the B to A leg. I think it was about 10 minutes before the first of them returned with Chuck Wao and Sloppy Rod leading the way. I clocked up about 6.5 km, if I had done the extended run it would have been about 11 km, and it took me an hour and a half. Excellent workout guys, great effort.

OnOn Stumbling Dyke…

                          Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers

                                 Drinking and Running since 1991

                                             Hash Trash # 1525

Grand Master – Skid Mark                                       Haberdasher – Juicy Fruit

Historian & Awards Master – Superman       Hash Cash – Titty Smoker

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 1526

Today’s run was courtesy of Superman and Bangkok. The location was just adjacent to Grand Canyon at an A bucket favored by Superman which he referred to  as ‘Superman’s Dog Leg’. With the sheer amount of hashes run in and around Chiangmai every year, it’s a given that we will use particular A buckets on a repeated basis. So I like the idea of of naming these sites. For example we have Turkey’s Triangle, the Hex Shelter and, of course, the HRA Shelter, to name but a few. It makes is so much easier when looking up the run location to have these points of reference  rather than  following, sometimes, ambiguous directions and inconspicuous signs, only to arrive at  a run site to  realise you have been there on numerous occasions before.

Around 30 regulars, I wasn’t aware of any visitors today, assembled for the hare brief. Mr. C Wao, our resident RA, graced us with favorable climactic conditions although there was a high level of humidity which, I suppose, is only to be expected at this time of year. We set off with the majority going in completely the wrong direction as Superman had made the A bucket the first circle check. This was very much to the consternation of Chuck Wao who vented his disapproval, in no uncertain terms, at this act of skulduggery on behalf of the hares. Having said that, Deep Throat told me, in confidence, that he and  a few of the FRBs had been ‘tipped the wink’ by sources unnamed – I think you can guess who – as to the correct direction to take. Allowing them to get off to a flying start.

Eventually, everyone was on the right course taking us into a wooded area, loose stones underfoot etc. the usual terrain. Then we started to ascend. Not a particularly steep incline, but with the fore mentioned humidity, I was soon drenched in sweat.

I’m a hasher who usually finds himself bringing up the rear of the pack, so you you are unlikely to to get any in depth technical dissection or  analysis of any run from these musings. They come, most definitely, from the perspective of someone at the tail end. That means, I usually find myself among the mushroom gatherers. I find it mind boggling how they detect these edible fungi. It’s as if they have some kind of inbuilt mushroom radar, Snail Trail and Tequila Slammer in particular. I could do that run 10 times and not spot any. Suffice it to say, today’s run provided them with an abundance of the little edible gnome houses.

As I was just about at the top, catching my breath. I looked  behind me and  saw someone, fair old, romping up the hill. It was Comes Anytime who had appropriately come late. She passed with a smile and proceeded at a rapid rate of knots putting me to shame,  having said that, she is less than half my age and body mass, for that matter. Oh, the exuberance of youth.

After reaching the top we were taken along a ridge for a while and then started our descent taking us through a kicked out circle check and onto a dirt road. I carried on a little further coming to another kicked out circle which I thought took us into another wooded area, but I had inadvertently stumbled across paper from another run. I wasn’t the only to be caught out by the old paper as I soon ran into Chatterbox, Sin Bin and Comes Anytime who were all looking perplexed and lost as they realised they were on the wrong trail too. Everything to me looked all too familiar and I knew exactly where we were, so I assured them I knew which way to go. But Sin Bin seriously questioned my judgement, he was to be put on ice later. On the other hand, Comes Anytime had every faith in me. We carried on for a few hundred meters and bumped into Square Rooter who was coming in on the trail we should have taken. The trail then soon took us to the OnIn and back to the A bucket.

For today’s outing, I clocked up just over 4 km and it took me just over an hour, another great run guys.

OnOn – Stumbling Dyke

Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers

                                 Drinking and Running since 1991

                                             Hash Trash # 1524

Grand Master – Skid Mark                                       Haberdasher – Juicy Fruit

Historian & Awards Master – Superman       Hash Cash – Titty Smoker

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 # 1525

Today’s run  once again took us South from the Samoerng and Canal Road junction. As many runs are set in this area and this reference point often used when giving directions. I think it deserves its own title. I suggest calling it Samcan. This being a portmanteau word taking the Sam from the first three letters of Samoerng and the can from the first three letters of canal. Also when said in the correct tone and given the right inflection, it roughly translates into the Thai word for important. Just a thought.

The hares for today’s escapade were Doesn’t Get It and Shagless. The A bucket was at Cloud 9. This is a place where I have a distant, totally bizarre, memory of a piano in the middle of a rice field. Whether this is a legitimate memory, or I dreamt it. I would have to have corroborative evidence on the matter. Doesn’t  Get It got on with the hare brief. The usual stuff, following strips of paper, circle checks etc. Then she made some kind of bodily gesture, which to be perfectly honest with you, I missed. But it was the source of a great mirth and merriment among those assembled also eliciting the odd jocular remark or two. From the veritable cornucopia of hashing terrain available in and around Chiangmai today’s run would be flat and taking us through a vast array of rice fields. With, at this time of year, the young rice plants exuding an amazing luminescent hue of green that is only seen in Asia.

Everyone now in high spirits set off along a tarmac road and after about 100 meters  coming to the first circle check. The usual suspects doing the checking-namely Chuck Wao, Just Cumming, Skid Mark and Cartoon –  and the other circle guardians  taking up their positions waiting for the onon to be called. After a few minutes the trail was located bringing us past a lam yai processing plant which had some weird, Heath Robinson, looking machines outside. Frozen Dick informed us, they were used to make lam yai jelly which is exported to china. It’s amazing the things you can learn on a hash run.

Although today’s running terrain was void of inclines the ground was very uneven in places and often quite waterlogged. We were now heading for the rice fields, but first we had to negotiate a trail which dropped down 2 or 3 meters, or so, through herbaceous undergrowth which had formed a kind of tunnel. Before I entered  I could hear  shrieks and screams coming from Mary Poppins’ kids who, apparently, had been told by their mum not to get their shoes wet. At the other end was Skid Mark taking great delight in their predicament telling them repeatedly, ” it’s the hash, it’s the hash. This is what it’s all about”.

With the tunnel episode behind us, we  now found ourselves amidst  the rice fields being surrounded  by a pure sea of green with  the mountains in the distance interspersed by a plethora of wistful clouds. The scene  was quite spectacular, somewhat exemplifying an idyll of rural life in Northern Thailand. We carried on over an irrigation canal by means of a bridge far too substantial, safe and sensible for an area of this kind. It was my belief that any bridge, to be hashed across, in an environment such as this can only be constructed from no more than three dodgy bamboo poles. That’s my experience, anyway.

A little further on we came to the Wimp-Rambo split with Geisha Gash who was running in front of me taking the Wimp option as I embarked on the Rambo trail. I was now alone and ran along some nondescript trails and once again came to a tarmac road and it wasn’t long before I came to the very  welcome beer stop. The amber nectar was consumed, pleasantries were exchanged with the hares and I carried on. At this point I was about 1.5 km from the A bucket, but a load of black foreboding clouds had amassed overhead. There was no doubt about it; it was going to rain. Not an absolute deluge, but heavy rain ensued making the ground very muddy and slippery.

The trail now took me along some of the earthen walls of a rice field proving to be a pretty treacherous path to take and probably not doing the farmer any favors either. With the rice field traversed, I got back onto a decent hard surface. I thought now, being as wet as an otter’s pocket, I couldn’t be far from the OnIn only to be confronted with an arrow pointing into a wooded area. I followed the fore mentioned arrow to be led into an area that can only be described as a mosquito ridden, hell hole of a swamp and who knows what other natural fauna was present there, I’d rather not think about it. Also with the black clouds and time moving on it was getting quite dark at this point, so as you could imagine, I wasn’t in a place I particularly wanted to be in. I was very relieved to eventually get out of the swamp area and back on a firm surface. I crossed another irrigation canal and soon came to the OnIn and back to the A bucket.

The run was about 6 km it took me about an hour and twenty minutes. I didn’t hear about any mushrooms being gathered today. Perhaps Doesn’t Get it picked them all while she was setting the trail. Great scenery, great run guys. I look forward to your next one.

OnOn Stumbling Dyke

Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers

Drinking and Running Since 1991

Hash Trash # 1522

Grand Master – Skid Mark                                         Haberdasher – Juicy Fruit

Historian & Awards Master – Superman         Hash Cash – Titty Smoker

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 # 1523

The location for today’s run took us 24 km East along the Sankampheng road and was brought to us courtesy of Bushy Tail and Just Cumming. First impressions of the A bucket was  the abundance of mountains in the area. Surely we would be ascending one of the fore mentioned pretty soon. Having said that, I think it’s worth noting. At this time of year with the rainy season providing us with an amazing lusciously green landscape, a crystal clear unpolluted sky,  burgeoning green shoots of vibrant young rice plants thriving in the fields and all surrounded by the majestic mountains of Sankampheng. It’s conditions such as these that truly epitomize the joy and wonderment of hashing in Chiangmai. I’m sure no hasher, worth their salt, would disagree with this observation.

Just over 30 hashers assembled for the hare brief and it was nice to see the use of cross checks had been restored for today’s run, I haven’t seen one of those in years. Bushy informed us that it was going to be a flat run. Could she be believed? only time would tell. Our illustrious RA, Mr Wao, had come up trumps with the weather once again, no nasty black clouds anywhere to be seen. We set off and I heard HRA calling to cumalot to join the rambo runners, but she didn’t take a blind bit of notice. We were immediately confronted with a  circle check, or it might have been a cross check. Anyway, this instigated the usual hypothesizing and pontificating by all and sundry most of whose opinions were totally  incorrect. Would you expect anything else? The trail was finally located and took us along a path through some elephant grass where I came across Captain Hook , an impassable  ditch and the loss of paper. Everyone dispersed in search of the trail when a shot was heard, probably a farmer shooting a pigeon or something.  But Sloppy Rod thought someone was taking aim at him although I didn’t see him dive for cover.

Eventually, the trail was found and  I bumped into Happy Ending who was whinging about the parsimonious distribution of paper  with only a few strands of the shredded stuff dotted here and there making the trail hard to follow. However, her whinging soon turned to a state of glee when she spotted a clump of about 10 or so mushrooms. She instinctively gathered them up and went happily on her way.

We carried on a little further, and I had noticed that we had been passing a great number of farm animals and in particular cows. It looked like dairy farming was quite common in this area. It’s a well known fact, dictated by the laws of nature, where ever you have a large amount of cattle, it naturally follows, there will be a high concentration of cow shit. We came across an innocuous looking flat area, looks can be deceptive, soon finding ourselves up to our ankles in fym ( farm yard manure). What methods Chuck Wao must have instigated to negotiate this quagmire, I’ll never know. He must have resorted to some pretty drastic measures. The only one coming to grief here, as far as I’m aware, was Turkish. We were all now in drastic need of some running water to run through to clean our shoes.

At this point in the proceedings, I was in my usual place in the pack. Towards the back in Square Rooter territory. However, we were still coming across FRBs -namely Turkish, Pussy whisperer and Deep Throat– who had been caught out by checks. This is a good sign as it shows that the pack are generally sticking together.

On we went, coming across a Buddha shrine with a long flight of steps. The perplexing thing here was that we hadn’t really gone up any hills, but we had to descend these steps. I always thought that one of the rules of haring states, Whenever you encounter a flight of steps on trail these steps must be ascended and not descended. That’s always been my experience, anyway. We carried on through some rice paddies along some leafy paths and eventually joined up with the trail we had set off from and back to the A bucket.

The run was just over 6 km, without checks, and took me around an hour and fifteen minutes. Great location, spectacular views – the hares didn’t even lie when they said the trail was flat. Great run guys, well done.

OnOn – Stumbling Dyke…

Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers

Drinking and Running Since 1991

Hash Trash # 1521

Grand Master – Skid Mark                                         Haberdasher – Juicy Fruit

Historian & Awards Master – Superman        Hash Cash – Titty Smoker

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

Announcement:

August 15th is Sin Bin’s birthday run at ” Tiger Muay Lodge in the Jungle” (Sleep on It’s place). Rooms are available to stay overnight at 700 Baht. So you can enjoy a mini outstation if you like. You can jump into the pool and enjoy a cooling off period before the On On On at The Tiger Grill. Sin Bin and his family will be up there from Friday organizing events.

Directions: Drive north on the 1001, go past Maejo University. From here drive about another 9 km and look for HHH signs or the big ‘Tiger Muay Thai” sign on the right.

GPS:   18.975576  98.992258

Run # 1,522

The A bucket for  today’s run was the Hex Shelter near OB Khan – the collapsed wall still hasn’t been repaired. I think some hasher or other leaned against it a couple of years ago and it came tumbling down. Anyway, At this time of year, as we’re well into the rainy season, it’s always a good idea to keep an eye on the heavens. The weather looked promising with no imminent signs of foreboding clouds overhead.  A day later, it would have been a different story. So it’s good to see that Chuck Wao, Religious Advisor, is keeping on top of his duties.

The hare for today’s escapade was Mary Poppins. As far as I’m aware, he is a virgin hare on the CSH3. However, he was under the supervision of the ever vigilant HRA acting in the role of co-hare. So it could be quite correctly  assumed  that there would be the odd hill or two to negotiate and surmount.

The usual hare brief was given. The only thing I remember about it was the fact  there was  only one trail meaning no Rambo – Wimp split. That meant I was going to be in for a bit of strenuous exercise, not necessarily a bad thing. Around 30 hashers set off into familiar territory with the usual suspects taking the lead. Those being Titty Smoker, Pussy Whisperer and Deep Throat. The trail took us through the barbed wire fence which seems an obligatory portal to pass through when ever we run in this area. A short while later I came across Sheep Shagger collecting stones for the rockery in his garden, but it looked like he was giving them to Happy Ending to carry.

It wasn’t long after that we were confronted with the first hill. At this point I was was towards the back of the pack, no surprise there, among the rear echelon harriett foraging party. Those being Super Bitch, Microwave, Hot Nipples and Geisha Gash, to name but a few. All taking advantage of natures wonderful bounty. Although there was plenty of greenery to gather and collect there was a shortage of mushrooms which created  a constant source of whinging among the fore mentioned during the run. Future hares take note, make sure there is an adequate amount of fungus along any trails you set. We clambered to up the hill with the usual puffing, panting and the odd expletive here and there until we reached the top. But as soon as we got to the top we seemed to descend quite precipitously and  precariously down the other side.

We eventually got to the bottom of the hill where I came across a very good bamboo walking stick. I later found out, it had been discarded by Turkish Delight. I wish he had thrown it away before we ascended the hill and not after. Not long after we came to the ONIN which again took us through the obligatory barbed wire fence and back to the A bucket. The run was about 6 km and took me about an hour and twenty minutes. A good workout was had by all.

Congratulations on a great virgin set by Mary Poppins and his co hare HRA, well done guys.

OnOn – Stumbling Dyke…

Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers

Drinking and Running Since 1991     

Hash Trash 

Grand Master –  Skid Mark                                       Haberdasher –  Juicy Fruit

Historian & Awards Master – Superman          Hash Cash – Titty Smoker

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

 Due to the ongoing egregious  plague that has descended on the planet a belated  AGMFU run finally took place in July. This year is a particularly auspicious year for  CSH3 as it marks 30 years of drinking, running and all other sorts of raucous  behavior in and around Chiang Mai on Saturday  afternoons.

In Time honored tradition it was a case of out with the old and in with the new, but first we had to endure the outgoing GM’s, Just Cumming, valedictory run. His co hare being Captain Hook. The location for the days shenanigans was that strange hole in the ground about 1 km behind Grand Canyon. A field of around 40 hashers assembled including a few visitors and virgins – which is remarkable given there are no tourists coming into Thailand right now.

Just Cumming gave the hare brief as usual nobody seemed to take any notice  as hare briefs are full of disingenuous and misleading  information rendering them basically bull s*%#.  Anyway, the run got underway. It didn’t start to badly really, taking us down the hill, across the road, along a leafy trail, over a stream to the first circle check which quickly led us to the Wimp, Rambo Split. I was persuaded by Leaky Faucet and Deep Throat, against my better judgment I might add, to take the Rambo. This was inevitably going to take us high up into the mountains. We embarked on the ordeal passing Square Rooter who quipped something witty, but I can’t recall what he actually said. We finally made it to the top of the mountain to be rewarded by a magnificent panoramic view of the local surroundings. At this point, I checked my GPS to be informed we had only completed half the trail, but on the plus side it should be more or less down hill from here. We trudged to the bottom of the mountain at which point we could see the A bucket and came across Frozen Dick and Sloppy Rod. I think they may have done the wimp run, I’m not sure. We finally made it back to the starting point. The run had been around 7 km. A good, yet grueling, effort.

OnOn Stumbling Dyke….

The Circle

The outgoing GM officiated over the start of the circle with the usual rhetoric asking the members what they thought of the run etc. Various splashes were handed out and then it came time to announce who the new GM was going to be. Everyone waited with bated breath, not really, to hear who it could be.  Just Cumming announced it is going to be Skidmark. With absolutely no pomp and circumstance Skidmark took control of the circle and promptly, in inimitable hash style, unceremoniously  sacked the former committee. Then he introduced his own  committee minions these being: Titty Smoker taking over as Hash Cash, Superman takes the new post of Historian and Awards Master, Just Cumming being made Joint Master,  Deep Throat as the Beer Monster with Sheep Shagger being his deputy, Chuk Wao will be Religious Advisor, the Haberdasher’s department will be taken over by Juicy Fruit, Hare Raising duties will be within the remit of Bushy Tail and the On Sec will be Stumbling Dyke. I’m sure these members will provide  a high standard of mismanagement over the period of their tenure. Let’s hope the situation regarding the pandemic improves over the coming months, so we can all enjoy carefree hashing once again.