Category Archives: CSH3 – Write Ups

Belly had been on the hareline for months – so long that his own hash (CH3) organised an outstation just to avoid it! Nonetheless a fair sized group got together for his run set with Chilly Pussy with visitors from Hong Kong adding to the numbers. A fairly subdued hare brief, with a promise that we weren’t going to die…

And off we set with Haggis from Hong Kong hot on my heels to the first check. I took the left fork, he took the right and when we got back still everyone was milling around waiting for Anything to show us the way… Hmmm… A repeating story as it seems Anything had some inside information…

At a V check I avoided the hill, checking to the left with Haggis, Stan and Square Rooter. We ran out of paper, hunted around but couldn’t find a check back. Must have lost 5 mins or so then till we spotted what might have been a check back discarded by kids into a nearby field. Bugger.

Up the hill, into the shiggy, Chuckie out of earshot ahead. Were we looping to the left? Or to the right? or back to the left again? Eventually we got back in the direction of the cars, and finally Chuckie was thwarted by the final circle check. But after a long chase in the heat, I was spent and walked in with Humperdick, Unplugged and Dog Shit passing me by.

Great food after the run at the circle site. OnOn.

Alice escaped the desert and spent every waking hour planning, preparing, scouting and setting the run – and that was the best he could come up with! 😉 Driving through a storm, the canal road was terrible, but there were no less than 3 bright signs pointing off the main road, with a further 2 at every junction from then on – how Chuckie could get lost I’ll never know!

At the circle Turkish was proudly showing off his latest erection – skies were clearing, but we had a tent in case of rain – and it did rain a bit after the run. As 2 songthaews arrived the place really started filling up with a lot of visitors from Macau, as well as Rwanda? and US. Why had some many come for Alice’s run?

Without the help of a sniff, we were pointed off, and I promptly ran in the wrong direction. I got back on track, and realised that Macau had sent their best FRBs and their GM was on the hunt early on, sprinting off all over the place. We went up a road, and hit skiddy sticks, only to have to loop around and go back up the next road. Into the jungle on a narrow, well hashed route.

The trail seemed to arc around to the right, and the third km was a pleasant downhill cruise, and around the corner was the hare, with beers in hand. Chuckie caught up at that point, so we walked in together with a beer, realising I’d done enough already.

The circle was extended, with most punishment for the Macau GM – richly deserved in my mind! Alice got off lightly for his trail setting efforts and we turned back to the canal road for dinner at Cool Balls’ restaurant. Good times!

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It was Fishy Finger’s virgin haring and he’d chosen Skid Mark as his co-hare – the alarm bells were already sounding!!! The A site was the same as for the allegedly 300th CH4 run, famed for Skiddy’s tunnel swim – still ominous. The directions were so comprehensive and detailed that it confused half the hashers and I had phone calls all week asking me where it was and Dick Tracy wants all runs to be signed from his house in future. I set off and the signs were just as detailed and comprehensive, although they still managed to get Unplugged and Anything lost.

The hare brief was anything but brief, and we were released eventually. After I got the first check slightly wrong, Semen Soars and Able Semen were setting the pace along the bank of the canal, with HRA in hot pursuit. I jogged up to the 2nd circle check with Unplugged and spent a moment discussing the paper that was plainly in view back on the other side of the canal! The trail set off up the mountain making for the saddle. Fortunately it’s not too bad a climb, only 400m or so before the descent into the valley the other side.

Unplugged took a tumble after chasing my ass down the hill. As we hit the canal at the bottom there was a huge bunch of people launching rockets making the next part of the run like going over the top during the war. We immediately saw the paper on the other side of the canal, but not willing to swim, we had the long jog to the bridge only to then hit skiddy sticks. There was a break in the group with me, HRA, Semen Soars, Horny Monkey, Turkish Delight, Able Semen and Unplugged clear away from the rest. Trivia moment – which 2 are silent running bastards???

Through the rice paddies with some excellent little checks that continued to thwart us one by one and back to the circle – exhausted! The On-On was one of the best attended in a long time, and for once the karaoke went down well. Definitely a great evening of hashing! Even Sups was asking the virgin what the secret to a good OnOnOn was!

It was time for an outstation, and rather than taking us away for the weekend, Horny Monkey took us around the corner to the Wangtarn resort, near where I set runs from. It was so close to home that I popped by for a beer on Friday night to say hi to the 2-nighters!

Saturday came around and Horny had insisted on a long tradition of Saturday runs starting at 3pm – just to make sure we sweat a bit more and get to run in the heat. To ensure the full effect, he avoided the tree-shaded jungle areas and chose a route in the open along bitumen. Rather than letting us enjoy the stunning views from the reservoir, he dragged us through flooded fields and yet more hardtop.

I picked up 2 sets of skiddy sticks and Chuckie urged me to launch them into the canal. HRA got another set, and CW found yet more. While the hare did a good job of keeping us under control and kept us together, he promptly told Semen Soars and a visitor which way to go – asshole! Big Top and Unplugged were in sensational form, and every time I took a wrong turn they were right up with the FRBs.

Back at the resort, we had a protracted circle, and headed on to the food. Great food, before we set off to the pool for bikini contests, underwater races and sprints. Next up the fire was lit and we endured Toe Jam singing for us. The last of us hit the sack before midnight – very civilised! CW and Turkish Delight were up drinking coffee around 7 – was this really a hash?

Dick Tracy and Dirty Pervert set off to set the hangover run – which took them over 2 hours to set. Eeek… They’d set 2 options, a ball breaker and a short run?! WTF? Fortunately the Hangover Ball Breaker was only 2.7km, and a good group of us set off to search for paper. Most of the paper was still in DT’s car! I’ve heard about being conservative, but this was insane and we spent most of the time trying to second guess the hare. Turkish popped up for a sprint finish – racist bastard!

A familiar venue at the Ag Center drew the crowds to experience what Stumbling Dyke had put together with the assistance of Pamela! My legs were feeling good and I was ready to run for once… With no sniff, the hare pointed us off down the road, and I jogged off to find the first cross check. We were heading straight towards the mountain, and it rose ominously above us. I got the 2nd check right as well, with Semen Soars making little effort to check the ‘wrong’ option.

Finally I got one wrong, turning back only to see Chuckie and SS following me – is anyone planning to do some checking today? The trail turned right along the bottom of the hills – perhaps the hares were going to be kind afterall? We got to another check, and having run there before we knew that the straight option was a deadend, so CW, SS and me turned left only to hit a checkback. It turns out the hares had taken a machete to the jungle and hacked a way through. We fell in behind Horny Monkey, HRA and Stephanie.

The next check was unexplicable – with most choosing to check left – along a trail that just took us back to where we’d just come from. No chance! I put my foot down and upped the pace along a beautiful running trail – looking over my shoulder, CW was following me. Even more motivation to speed up! It was another 2.5km to get back, but I was pretty sure which way we’d go – particularly since there are some new barbed wire fences, around the football field for example.

The last few checks then were pretty obvious – looking over my shoulder CW was following, but he didn’t want to do any checking. Apparently while I was checking on the right side of the road, he checked on the left, just in case I didn’t see the paper. Hah! He just didn’t want me to get too far ahead, and sure enough as we headed back he reeled me in, and overtook me shortly before the On-In. Nice running CW!