Category Archives: CSH3 – Saturday

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!