Category Archives: CH4 – Sunday

WTF? So the hare is now in hospital, the co-hare unable to show up because of class… I was left to give the briefest of harebriefs… Before the run I’d taken the 2 visitors aside and told them about the really shitty temple steps – 990 steps to the temple behind the Sameong football field. I told them as an example of a shitty run that some virgins decide to do when they don’t know any better, and assured them that Mr. Poo wouldn’t do anything so stupid…

Was I set up? The hare decides to set one of the worst runs in hash history, checks into rehab, and leaves me the job of emcee? So embarrassed from setting the run they both can’t face showing up? Trail set into the mountains, but if the hashers don’t return, the hares will be fine, pampered by cute nurses, taking selfies of their mountains of food.

We were off, and Chuckie and I both got the first check wrong. Both confident we were right, and trying to out run each other to justify our choice as ‘first to the check’. Nobody else called, so we carried on around and finally I hit trail going backwards as finally HRA called on leading Greasy towards me. We were headed towards the temple. It was Belly that called the 2nd check, and fook me dead, surely not. At the foot of the steps we couldn’t see paper, until Sex Pistol went a bit further up and called “ONON”. WHY? If she had just said “I see nothing”, we could all have turned around and given up. Poo would never have known… We could have just done a little jog along the river and gone back to the beer, but bloody Sex Pistol calls us on, and now we are committed to the climb.

I was still in the state that Mr. Poo wouldn’t do a run like that. He wouldn’t do the hill. He isn’t a monster. So at the only opportunity to escape the hill, I checked left, praying I was right, but ultimately CW called from up the steps, and we were doomed. There is that moment on the climb where it looks like you might have got to the top, and then you round the corner and see an even steeper set of stairs blending into the distance. Having climbed the stairs before I was ready for it, ready for the pain, heartbreak and sorrow.

Finally reaching the top, and the pack is strung out for the descent. CW leading the way with Greasy, and I was in a pack with Sex Pistol, Sheep Shagger and Rob. On the downhill bits I let gravity control my legs, but it took a lot of effort to keep moving on even the slightest ascent. Up the stairs so we could attack the road? Somewhere ahead I heard a check and and ONON from Greasy. CW had breezed past the alternative “trail” and let GG take it – SS and SP ducked off and I headed to deal with the circle, at least until I saw poor CW panting his way back up the hill. Surely we all know you could have just carried on and rejoined a bit below? Good sport though.

CW was on a mission down the hill while my legs were still feeling the steps. At the bottom we emerged back just by the temple… Oh how I wish I had sprinted to find paper there before anyone found paper up the temple steps. From here it was a bunch of tarmac to take us to the road ONIN. Shitty Trail…

A relatively new hare, and the runsite behind Doi Kham… I was worried, very worried – Sex Pistol had recently used a lot of the hill, please don’t do the same… please!!! I bit the bullet and headed out to get some exercise.

We set off on the usual trail, the “Last Man Standing” trail. Gentle to begin with for the warm up before the ascent starts. I was slightly concerned about the reduced FRB community, and then promptly got the first check wrong. I jogged back, and whoever checked the other way took some liberties as you could see paper from 10m away from the check! The hare had picked a bright orange paper rather than the leaf coloured paper from a few weeks back – this time the paper stuck out. I caught up as people milled around the 2nd check – this time where the main trail sets off up, and really the choices are along the river or up the hill. Nobody was calling, so I started the ascent. A couple of paces from the circle I could see what looked like orange paper up ahead, and also Bend Over walking past in quiet meditative thought! I carried on, and sure enough it was paper and not a peep from the Turklike Bendover.

I called ON and carried on up, Sex Pistol rejoining us at the next junction as she took the alternative way remembering a tip I’d given her some time back! I hit the front before a V check. Interesting – why a V and not a circle? There were 2 options, downhill or carry on up. Instinct told me to keep going up, but as I did I started wondering why the hare had put herself through the pain of laying the false trail down to the left??? Luckily I was right and pushed on.

Next a circle, and I carried on the main trail, and found paper after 90m or so. It was paper, but not convincing – on the back of leaves. I nearly called, but stopped myself while I looked more closely. I told Bend Over who was following me, and we carried on to look. I heard a call from somewhere behind me, and assumed (correctly) that we were going backwards. I carried on and after a break in the trail found a circle, and trail leading down to it from the right. Knowing I was going backwards I had a dilemma. I could carry on, or I could head back. I turned back and met Bend Over. We went back and measured the steps between the circle and the erroneous paper. By now the hare had already been by and fixed the trail connecting the two points and putting the ONIN down (1.5km or so up the hill).

Bend Over decided to head back down to the A, I pushed back up towards the trail. Quickly I heard voices, Cumalot I think calling ON. Strange! I didn’t expect to be with them so soon… Sure enough there was the hare having a debate with Sex Pistol about some fuck up. Which fuck up? Seems like I was surrounded by fuck ups! Not to worry, I was on paper and followed it. I was at the back and got to a large group of walkers stood by a circle check. They said it had been called from up the hill. I wondered why they weren’t moving!!! I told them what I had found, and carried on up the hill with Sex Pistol, Poo & Obscene.

After a short climb we cut left, heading towards the trail I’d seen before. Ahead HRA and Sheep Shagger were in control, but when I got to that last circle they were busy checking thoroughly the other side of the river. They “knew” it couldn’t be left, because we’d already come up that trail… I “knew” it was left because I’d already seen the paper! I broke left, and Sex Pistol was right on my ass! “ONON” – I did feel a twinge of sympathy for SS & HRA, but you are only as good as your last check. It was downhill all the way, straight back down the out trail – a balloon set. Running down the hill I past ABB, who was expecting HRA. Damnit Sex Pistol was still on my ass! Every time I looked over my shoulder she was right there! Down to the flat bit, and then a slight incline. I walked briefly, but still Sex Pistol was right on me. I jogged as far as the road, and then we walked in together.

I understand the hare ran into some problems, but she figured it out and fixed it and in the end produced a pleasant run – no shiggy, all trail, some hill, but not too much, and at least one check that really foxed the FRBs. Cheers!

Sexy teamed up with KO for a run behind Doi Kham. We know this area well – the hill is inevitable, the question is how much hill. I’d done a lunch run on the treadmill but decided some elevation training would probably do me good…. Now I am regretting it a bit! The hares had decided to follow the example of Blows Herself and use yellow leaf strips to mark the trail – fortunately this area is greener, and the light a bit different so it was much easier to follow.

I walked off with Chuckie, letting my muscles warm up gently. The checks stood out splendidly! BIG printouts, that will probably still be there next time someone sets a run here! The first check was a 50/50, straight or left. As I happened to be walking on the left, I took that option expecting CW to call from straight. Around the corner I found trail, called, and broke into a bit of a jog. We were heading up “Last Man Standing”, a hill that ultimately gets to Doi Pui, named for the challenge it poses. I was in the lead, and breezed a few checks, pushing the pace even though it was up hill. I was sweating, panting, but trying to keep pushing on the climb. I could hear Poo behind at the checks, but could tell I was going away, it was just a case of waiting for the hill climbing monster that is Chuckie.

The checks were on up, up, up! CW was slowly gaining on me, and we finally got to a check where I thought surely we would start heading down again. I figured CW and I were well ahead of the pack and had time to look around. Getting back from checking the wrong way, I was shocked to find pretty much everyone milling around! Holy smokes! I’d been pushing it hard, but even the walkers were up with me! Clearly my pushing it pace wasn’t quite what I thought it was!

Finally the On Call came, and it came from further up! Shit! More climbing? How high would this go??? (320m Elevation gain according to Strava!) I was expecting it to break back down any moment, but it didn’t. I was accused of short cutting as at one point I went along a parallel trail for 100m or so – half expecting a FT ahead, and finding a nice tree to stand behind and enjoy the view. Strava keeps us honest these days – check out the flyby! :- FLY BY

I rejoined the trail with a fast running Obscene. Shrek was there as was a guy I didn’t really know – we were both panting so much that we couldn’t introduce ourselves! The trail was still going up! A male hash had done this, and the hares were duly punished. This was seriously punishing! WHAT THE F**K WERE THE HARES THINKING??? CW was speeding away, and up ahead was HRA, Blows Herself with Obscene just in front of me and Poo not far behind. It seemed like the gaps were growing as there were less opportunities for checks.

Finally trail broke off to the right descending again. Obscene ran with the exuberance that only youth offers. I took a bit more care – my legs were like jelly for a while and it took some time to get going. A “V” check, not kicked out, and no obvious paper. It surely wouldn’t matter, as we were just descending steeply. I gambled left and hooked up with HRA, Blows Herself and Obscene again. Another circle, and we could faintly hear CW calling from the abyss beneath us, but guessing how to get to him wasn’t easy. I tentatively put a few bits of paper down, to try to help those following. Obscene spotted paper and we were back on, descending into a gully on a narrow trail.

It dropped off into the river, and I knew where I was again. I followed the easier trail on this bank crossing at the usual spot and we had another check. Pretty straightforward from here on, and CW was surely homefree. Even on the wider trail that descends gradually I was spent. Trying to jog a little, but exhaustion was setting in. Again Obscene passed, as did HRA. I got to the flats at the bottom and the ONIN before Blows Herself passed me by with her usual cheerfulness – how is it possible to be that cheerful after that much effort?!

Finally back, and I was exhausted… Struggling to hold a conversation, even hold my eyes open… My only recollection from the circle was that the hares weren’t punished anywhere near enough!!!!

I was cutting it fine, but as I drove down canal road I didn’t spot a sign, so ended up at Ob Khan road behind some idiot driver and then trying to find my way back to the runsite. Hopefully the markings on trail might be better? I was late, 5 mins or so, and when I got there Lunglaa added a few beers to the ice chest while I put my shoes on, and pointed me happily in the direction the others had gone – typically towards the hills. Every time I am coming from behind it makes me keenly aware of how hard it must be for walkers to follow the trail off of checks. A couple of checks weren’t kicked entirely clearly, but didn’t take too long, and soon enough I thought I could hear voices to my left.

Finally I could see hashers the other side of a messy shiggy creek, and heard them moaning about not seeing paper. I couldn’t see paper either – why in the hashgods good name would anyone use leaf-coloured yellow strips for markings? Choosing the clip them to bamboo leaves that were lines of yellow strips, and in that sunlight it was a nightmare. I managed to find a way across and the hashers were befuddled. For a few km it wasn’t a case of who was fittest, it was who had the youngest eyes – and Obscene was the king. We all followed trail up a nice track, until there was no paper any more. Given how hard it had been to find the paper to begin with, we continued for some ways, and it was a while before we went back and found a long strip of paper stapled to the back of a tree – so that is the style of false trail check back?! WTF?! This was tough going to follow the trail and figure out what the hares intended. We traversed to an orchard, and to make it worse, we were off trail scrambling through trees trying to guess where another leaf coloured marker would be. The pack was close together, so I guess that is the goal?!

We emerged to a mud road, but no check, just trail to the left. I lead the way, a few steps more and there was the circle. I did an about turn wanting to check up the road, but with everyone so close together there was already a plethora of hashers heading up – I was left committed to the no-brainer. HRA took an eternity to find the paper, even though he was stood on it, so heading up the hill I was pretty much at the back of the pack again. Into the trees and we were still climbing. Up ahead another check, and the pack split – most heading to the right. That didn’t feel right – that trail takes us back to where we were before – not impossible but not likely. CW and Poo had come back from the left, and when I asked they said HRA had gone plenty up the trail… Hmmmmz… HRA – again? I headed up, and sure enough I think it was Happy Ending (or maybe Cumalot) was heading in the same direction a bit to the left. As we headed up HRA was going around in circles, walking past strips and not seeing them.

CW hit the front, and I settled into a jog behind him, processing where we were and where we needed to be heading. I saw the next check coming, and CW carried on, while I went on the switchback back to the right. I was confident – straight there would make it a long run, but the alternative made more sense. Sweet! There was paper! From here, I started zoning into the hares minds, I had them figured out. Down the hill towards the gully, and another check. Pretty sure it wasn’t left – to be honest I was pretty sure it was straight down off the edge, but I had a bit of a lead, so I went round to the right dropping down to find an easier way down to the lower trail. Back along the lower trail and there was Sex Pistol and CW heading down the hill pointing at something. I was just below them on the nice trail, and sure enough there was paper. Paper, and then no check for some reason. I was suspicious of a false trail, as there was a way they could get back into the hill without intersecting their out trail, but I was now pretty confident I had them figured out.

There was another circle, and here Sex Pistol, CW and Spitz Spunk were with me – they all seemed to want to go right, so I let them, and headed left. After a 100m I let myself have a wry smile as there was the yellow paper. ONON. On to the road at the back of the hill and another circle – this one wouldn’t even catch CW, I headed right, and up the road. Had a brief chat with a friendly cyclist who distracted me from the paper on the left until CW appeared at the circle with a quick “RU?” – “ONON”. I knew where the next circle would be, even though they tried to hide it away up to the left, and didn’t skip a step as I headed on and to the trail up to the right, sure enough I was calling “ONON” right about when CW got to the circle. Another check with only one realistic way to go – behind me CW getting there just as I called ONON. Another check, and I was 80/20 – it wasn’t impossible to go right, but it was a trail that headed down steeply into the valley we’d been in before, and there is no way of ‘cutting’ the trail. I had a hunch it was left, and sure enough it was. Yet again, I called “ONON” as CW got to the circle, but this time I added “BE CAREFUL AT THE NEXT JUNCTION”! The hares had tried to pull a fast one! The trail was marked around to the right at a fork in the trail, but I could see paper ahead – not on the main trail, but on the smaller trail that we so rarely use… It was close to masterful, but not quite enough to beat this master! 😉 It did however beat CW as he was very careful at that junction – making sure to carefully follow the paper to the inevitable false trail. Apparently HRA was with him when he got back, but having run through another V check, there was silence around me.

I was home free! We were close to home! It was just down this hill and I would “WIN”! The trail veered left slightly… a bit strange… and then a “False Trail”. A sting in the tail? I don’t deserve this! I could just head down the hill and no-one will know – it must be 600m away! But hang on? Was that FT from the V check? or was it a new FT? Damnit… I knew there was a way off to the right and headed over to look for paper. Nothing. I headed back to the trail, and just found some paper leading steeply down into a gully as CW appeared on the scene asking what was going on. We were back together and given how close to home we were I figured we would probably just jog in together… It isn’t a race afterall! So I lead the way over the rocks down the steep gully, and then all of a sudden CW skipped past me and started running! Over uneven ground! What was he trying to prove?! I upped pace and when we got to the bottom and hit another main trail there was a circle. CW turned right – I confess, this time it wasn’t just a wry smile, this time if I had more air in my lungs it would have been a full on cackle! I of course turned left and carried on running. It seems after 30m or so CW looked over his shoulder and saw me running and realised his mistake!

It wasn’t over though, as just when I saw paper I saw the co-hare. Alice stood by his bike with tiny half mouthful splashes. Honour dictated I had to take it, and did while still chuckling inwardly. I didn’t wait long, and headed off with CW not far behind, slowly pulling me back. Another circle, but I didn’t break step, and around the corner there was the ONIN. I walked so CW could catch up and he was just wishing for a few more metres in the run.

The hares were duly punished for their misdeeds, but I think everyone got some good exercise and had an entertaining circle – Cheers!

The sky was gloaming but the pack set off full of vim at 5 precisely after Alice found out his watch had stopped at 4:44 when some kind sir asked about the hare brief as it was 4:58!
Co- hare Spitz Spunk was also operating on Alice Mean Time as he missed his own hare brief by ten minutes!
HRA, Cumalot and Obscene hove to after the event with mumblings about invisible signs. Cumalot was driving, blame the navigator!
Obscene scampered off paper and off trail into a field after 50m, an excellent start!
The calls of the pack had receded as they crossed the field to a break in the wire fence. First circle took them right, then inbetween houses to an overgrown orchard. The tall grass was wet and long, but Kwazi suggested mowing it next time, and Frozen volunteered his tractor.
A v check took the pack further into the dense orchard and a tricky circle went left and around following the fence line. A bamboo gate could have been on, but wasn’t! The pack headed back to a False Trail that Sherman hit first. On On back and right back out to the road. A circle took the trail left and into another property through another big bamboo fence. ChuckWao was running well but got all but two checks wrong! Sherman was steaming but also taking wrong options and soon Obscene was in the van with Blows Herself.
A circle at a flooded quarry may have been ripped off but Blows Herself reckoned a run around the quarry was in the hares’ minds. She was right. Forest trail followed, partly used by FD and CW in reverse a few weeks ago and after about 35 mins Alice and Spitz heard ChackWao calling as he rumbled down the track towards the beer stop.
This humble institution was honoured by most but the circle check next up foxed the FRBs. Eventually Blows Herself called it loudly but the mad, barking dogs made her calls unintelligible to some. Kwazi and Frozen both ignored paper and went the wrong way, much to the hares’ delight.
Frozen reappeared and cadged a lift back, the hares just about returning in time to mark the last 200m of trail as the heavens descended and the trail turned into muddy quagmire. Kudos to ChackWao for excellent FRB behaviour and nimble Obscene who came thru the pack to pole position. Blows Herself, Poo, Kwaz, Sherman all ploughed home in short order with Sherman claiming to have found all three Falsies first! SheepShagger, Jeff, Forest Dump, ABB, PiPi, Happy Ending and her sis, and Cumalot came in next and some hashers appeared from the wrong direction having followed known roads home, HRA, Shagless, no names mentioned.
The circle was held under the cramped but necessary front stoop shelter of a new build home as rain cascaded down. Ben Dover entertained us all as he got his truck stuck in the mud attempting a 3 point turn. Does Nothing had the last splash and confirmed Chacky was finally a real man as he’d got his feet wet.

ChackWao set just about the perfect CH4 trail from the Disco Shelter writes Alice. As long as we ignore the first 200m where they pack headed out left when he said mind the bees on the left and turn right – or so he claims.
Luckily I was last and listening, so turned right and was FRB from the off! After a few hundred metres Obscene caught me and we dealt with the first few checks together. Across a canal, into the forest and around the edge of some orchards across fairly steep rough terrain. I was going well and nailed another couple before Sex Pistol and Blows Herself caught up, just as I hit a FT on a sharp rise. If SP’s scowl could talk, it would have sworn Joe Pesci to shame.
Knockout waited at the join to the real trail as she was worried Midder Poo wouldn’t see the 4 or 5 white strips from the FT I laid. I should have punished her for that!
Once Sex Pistol and Knock Out got ahead they made good headway as I tired, and Obscene with Blows Herself dealt with checks and the second FT in their own way. It was hot and hugely sweaty, by half way my shirt was wringing, my water was finished and the empty bottle jammed in my shorts.
Ahead a circle was called and I thought CW might just be devious enough to go back and left. Everyone else went forward, so I reversed and searched along the side of the piggery. Pig’s arse, I had fcuked up and Chacky true trail was just straight on!
At the next FT, there was confusion as the FRB’s weren’t communicating or calling clearly. I shouted to BH what was happening and confusion reigned as she didn’t see a check. It had been a left turn FT and Poo and self went left into woods and orchard to check. No! On straight again! HRA had managed to catch us and finished strongly.
My eyes were stinging with sweat and we turned a corner to see the blessed On In. Obscene was very proud of coming in 2nd he told me.
ABB or Poo told me about Jeff buggering his ankle so I went out on motorcy to find him wandering down a red mud track after the On In that wasn’t on trail back to the A!
Kwazi was accused of shortcutting and Sex Pistol had the affrontery to liken my FRB calling to a church mouse. Obscene was had for silly monkey running style. ABB was the TMB stand in – a shoe-in in fact, both German and like giving orders.
Wings were awarded to Coming Slow and Cumalot, by her boy child. Nice to see corruption and nepotism at work close up, and not just in the White House.
OnOnOn at Lazy Farang who now hold the slowest service record for recent months.
On on!
Alice

(Alice)

Shagless and DGI put matrimonial harmony behind them to set a scenic and challenging 4.5km course out in the wilds 15Km down Samoeng Rd.
Sadly the wilds are being ripped up, tamed, fenced and planted but let’s enjoy ’em while we can. A fair sized crowd were informed it was a B to A so we jumped in the red truck and The Shag-mobile for the bumpy haul to the B. It seemed way more than 4.5km, plus the hare told us it was undulating and mostly downhill. Mmm. Scepticism ruled.
Trail was clearly marked in bent over long strips and the pack were asked to look for 2000 THB that DGI might have dropped. Sadly no finders and sadly no full body searches of returning male hashers by DGI.
Initially we climbed up a bit into forest and then the trail headed down a spur and along a deep valley side, with Shagless viewing our efforts from far away across the void.
Sex Pistol found that On On and we piled into orchards and across farmlands, thru fields of tiny fresh painted pepper plants.
The hardest check had three silent baskets going left downhill, possibly Poo, Just Jim and SheepShagger? Chucky and KO were calling loudly but in vain as was Alice down the right drop off the spur. The pack huffed and puffed by no trail was forthcoming.
In a moment of genius, KO wandered off to water the daisies and HRA stumbled into her mid squat. A squark sent him off at a tangent and Alice spied him nimbly stepping diagonally away downhill. Suddenly the demon designer gave a skip and a HoHo, then a HoHoHo. Bloody hell, thought Alice, he’s practising for next December! An ear blasting OnOn! made all clear and we were off again. At the next check, HRA gave Alice first choice and he fcuked it up naturally. HRA found paper and the pack piled through.
A long and sometimes iffy downward stretch was shared with ABB, SheepShagger and Obscene who took delight in flying suicidally down the worst sections.
Finally we were on concrete for the last steep bit and back down to the overgrown footy field A. Very nice job DGI and Shagless. Not sure, with all the bickering about who forgot the staplers and the paper etc., who was the boss hare, but I think Eve trumped Adam, and didn’t she let him know!
Frozen and Tiptoe made it home as the circle was getting started and Pussy Galore was pleased with her evening’s yomp and gave us her classic ‘Little Brown Cow’ rendition when called to the circle.
Friendly and tasty OnOnOn at DGI neice’s new place opposite Pasta e Basta. 150 THB for buffet chicken, pork, salad and friend mash potatoes. Yum yum.

Thar She Blows!
The Swiss Australian duo combined to set a fine run out past the Tiger Head in the wilds of Mae Jo. The hare promised a more or less flat run and it seemed like she was talking out of her bottom as we climbed and climbed from the off. At an early V, Chucky went left and Tasty crashed thru the bush totally off trail trying to keep equidistant between CW and the right side trail which was unfollowed. The languid Sandgroper’s Check Back call sent TMB bashing thru the sparse forest onto true trail as Alice, Poo and a couple of other puffed steadily upwards on paper.
The long yellow strips were bright and well placed. Checks were clearly set in powder by SP and they lucked out that the rain storm threatened but never arrived.
From the high point on the hill a circle took us left and from then on its was gently downhill and undulating all the way back thru beautiful forest and lovely trails, stoney and a bit tricky then sandy on the lower elevations in the last couple of km.
Chuck Wao was really pushing hard and Spitz was full of spunk. Once he left poor Alice gasping with a cheery You’ll catch up in a few seconds…fat chance. Only HRA’s strange mating calls slowed Spitz down, as he stopped to review trail and try to make sense of the confusing bellowing coming from the rejuvenated QLDer.
Just Jim and Knockout were going well although one was calling loudly and helpfully and the other, obviously scared of incipient avalanches, kept shtumm.
One particularly excellent circle had the main trails left and right which were run out – and devoid of paper. Tasty, Poo, Just Jim and Spitz went right and none called anything. Chucky was clearing yelling Checking from left then returned. KO came back from a left side smaller path to push on straight on what could have been a path thru the bush – and found trail! Nice work hares and KO.
The trail turned left as we continued our anti clockwise route and the FRBs went fast and furious, kicking all Vs and circles out clearly and pushing each other hard. I believe they had hands in each other’s shorts as they hit the On On chalk near the Tiger Head and gambolled in to the A by the dam.
Tasty, Poo and HRA lead me home to a welcome wash and watering.
Colour co-ordinated SP was sat at the circle while Blows Herself was running the trail again and scaring the shit out of Jeff from Taiwan and others with her terrific burps.
TMB had 6.5km and Does Nothing 5.98km on their devices. FRBs were in just shy of the hour and a fine run was had by all. KO’s friends Aung and Khet joined us and Sheep Shagger boasted he’d collected 12km of samples yet kept pace with Does Nothing! KO threw away a heavy rock that the newly coiffeured ex lawyer asked her to lug home and so the circle proceeded.
Alice and TMB have a high bar to reach on their upcoming Saturday run, qudos to Blows and Sexy for a top run.

(Alice)

Team Shagless and DGI produced a nifty 5km in hilly challenging terrain 13km along the road to Samoeng.
We set off steeply down and soon were dealing with a series of well set circles.
TMB and LJO set the early pace with Sexy Pistol also on the van. Soon it was up, up, up into the forest with some Vs and circles that did their job well.
As we trudged up a steep path, KO suddenly turned to face me, hand on knees, mouth agape. My excitement was cruelly dashed as she panted like a worn bellows, gasping for oxygen- not anything my fevered imagination had initially suggested!
At one point there was R/W split and then some confusion when we rejoined as there were two Vs close by and shouting On On from at least two different locations.
The Rambos got a bit of a dirty check in the forest. LJO went left, TMB right and then disappeared! We didn’t hear anything but she didn’t return…a pattern which was repeated for the last third of the hash.
SP found trail and we traipsed down through quite thick forest on a narrow path replete with Poo sticks and a few thorny problems.
At another circle high on a terrace we saw TMB and LJO far below yelling at us. Getting to join them was harder that expected as Shagless just dropped down the hillside thru scrub to a circle on the road then up again to the left and around on another rough path until we dropped down again to the road. Paper was hard to see as they’d set it to be invisible from high above – and they bloody succeeded.
The run home was thru a slew of virgin circles. Tasty just nailed them and LJO and self were faced with 50/50 calls at best. We messed up equally and runners and walkers alike piled thru infront of me alas.
The last bit before ascending the Steps of Abraham back to the A went past a meditation centre. A sign read SSHHH which I thought meant Sheep Shagger H3 Meditation Centre. Another said STFU!
A hot, sweaty pack of rascals recovered with lube of choice and a mild gently comic circle.
Kwazi’s TDIH, a few birthdays and a memorable quote were read off a scrap of paper half the size of a playing card – without glasses too! Welcome back Beep Beep.
On In,
Alice

An interesting lesson in human psychology and behaviour. Knockout’s hare brief mentioned an 8.4km estimated run length which she qualified by saying she could be be dyslexic and the run might actually be 4.8km. Three hashers who talked/moaned to me, heard the 8.4km and not the qualifying statement – so were on trail expecting a mini BB run from Hangdong’s fairest hare!
A site was the usual DN, Piggee and Rooter location behind the Ag. We were set off towards the hills but Kwazi for reasons known unto himself and his parole officer headed completely the other way!
The first tricky circle check was more to do with poor checking. A group headed off up the tangled and gnarly dry stream bed towards the foot of Rooter’s Hill. No paper. Eventually someone went up the opposite hillside on a clear path and we were OnOn again. Trail was tricky, narrow and steep in places. We crossed a few spurs before dropping down to the familiar rocky stream way.
Once across we found trail heading down and motored along now at decent pace until we cut back across the stream bed, I think. Bit hazy here. The pace picked up as we headed down and closer to home. At the bottom of the path we turned right and we were surely headed for the On In? Wrong. A circle with a mean on trail straight up the hill again, across the streambed and down down to the original path we’d been on. Right turn for home and there was a few hundred metres to go. TMB overtook Spitz Spunk and self with a snide comment about how much younger and slower he was than her! I advised him to challenge her in the swimming pool but he didn’t seem prepared for the challenge. Tasty pulled away and soon we were on the last bit back to the A.
Good run, sensible distance given the terrain. Nice to see everyone again, Ben Dover included, and meet Soft Balls. On on, Alice