Category Archives: CSH3 – Saturday

Remember, remember the 5th of November…. Where were our fireworks? bonfire? guys? Two weeks running the haring power couple of Alice & Blows Herself stepped up, this time along Ob Kham road, near the BJ ranch. I barely made it in time to offload beer and put on shoes ready for the off. Strangely I felt spritely at the start and put some effort in. I ran along, and opened up 100m or so lead, only to turn the corner straight into a false trail. Nice going Alice…

Turned back, and most of the hashers just stood around looking confused, so luckily I managed to find the trail just behind ABB, and again feeling spritely sprinted off to the next check, back at the road. It couldn’t be left, because that just took us back to the A-bucket, so it had to be right… WTF? So now this was Alice 2 – BMY 0. I continued pushing and again ran through the pack, and as I overtook Sloppy he questioned why I was running so hard. Check #3, was just around the corner to the right… Was it a double bluff? A triple bluff? Why wasn’t the check at the junction? I took the bait and carried on, only to hear the On-Call from back the other way… Damnit! MOFO! Alice 3 – BMY 0.

I know I was the one pushing the early pace, but with Graven, Brownie and Angry swelling the FRB ranks the pace was quick. I was managing to keep up even though there were very long stretches between checks. Angry and CW got a check wrong and Brownie, Graven and I ran along for a bit – some just behind but I don’t know who. Jeez, I was pushing to stay in touch. The trail abruptly turned left, but I left Brownie to sniff that out while Graven and I continued finding trail after what was presumably a false trail? (Alice 3 – BMY 1). The trail hit a T-junction, and turned right, to a circle. Someone got there a bit ahead of me, I ignored it and just headed left.. (Alice 3 – BMY 2).

Graven overtook and lead, then CW overtook me, and then Graven, so CW was leading. Angry came out of nowhere and sprinted past as we hit the concrete by the temple. Trail was clear up ahead, but with the nice little trail to the right, I was confident there would be a false trail – so was Graven, and sure enough we turned right, finding trail while CW did the dummy run. Alice 3 – BMY 3 – an equaliser! Was there enough time to get a result?

Over to the main road, and along again. Now Brownie and Graven overtook and were setting the pace ahead. They stopped suddenly at a false trail, and everyone behind me turned around. This was an attempted sneaky one, with true trail restarting from within 10m of the FT. That didn’t catch me, and so I’m claiming an injury time winner! (Alice 3 – BMY 4). From there I was pretty much spent. Jogging, walking, chatting as one by one I was overtaken. A different run. Some nice trails, perhaps a bit too much road, and could have done with more checks!

Who Put The Khunt in Gassan Khuntan?
A fab weekend of frolics, friends and fantastic trails courtesy of Dr Byte, Knockout, Chuckles and the hangover run hare HRA.
Friday night cheese and wine was a fun event and set us up for a great run thru the valley and hills around Gassan Khuntan. Hares BMY and CWao took us though the golf course and right through a building site into woods and orchards and rather splendidly along the narrow guage railway line.
Back across the line we went eventually and across part of the new 9 holes of the golf course, on on well spotted by Sex Pistol.
Along a weir and into forest trails, V check followed V check and up and down the wooded hills we went, across little sandy stream beds and winding around between bigger hills to the much awaited beer stop after 6 and a bit km and 75 mins of hard hashing.
Taste My Buns was off her sick bed going well and Sloppy Rod showed us a clean pair of heels. Piggy, Poo, HRA, Sex Pistol, Turkish, a young Pommy visitor and Angry Inch seemed to be doing the majority of the checking labours. Blows Herself certainly called loudly and Knockout now has competition in the decibels stakes, altho at a lower frequency of noise.
After the drinks stop, it was tricky and confusing, the checks were hard, paper was perhaps missing and a guilty farmer eventually showed TMB where he’d taken it down from! The rest of the missing paper was probably goggled by the insects who were still hungry after devouring the floor laid paper circles for 24 hrs.
Eventually the farm tracks opened up to a wide vista of river and the double span white railway bridge. Up we went and along the tracks just before a loco streamed into view! Finally the C bucket just the other side of the bridge. Well done Tiptoe and Catastrophe for completing the long trail!
Iconic views, cold Lao Dark, a long but nice natured circle and back to the resort for nosebag and well lubricated social banter.
Sunday’s hangover run was an entertaining 30 mins of orchards and hillside trails with a long asphalt on in. Many thanks to CWao and HRA for that not little gem.
An outstation to savour in the Land of Smiles.
On on!

KO stepped up at the last minute to fill in for Wooly Jumper… She had the help of her Mum for the scout and her Dad for the set… Due to the events in Thailand, we opted for a subdued affair, limiting the circle to casual drinking and announcements, along with a minutes silence. But first, the run…

Harebrief over, we set off back to the road and a circle by the entrance to the village (near the disco shelter off Sameong Road). I hadn’t seen any markings on my way in, so I turned confidently to the right, so did CW, and so did Toe Sucker, and looking over my shoulder, so did just about everyone else. I was starting to lose faith when finally I turned around and saw paper on the back of a bush. We were headed towards the hills.

I love the strava playback from this run! Strava! As we headed towards the hills, I kept nailing checks… I accelerated a little, and pushed on hard up the hill as the calls disappeared behind me. I opened up a gap, and as I got to the top of the hill, I couldn’t hear anything more from behind. A V-Check, with the choice between a mainish trail, and a much less obvious one. I picked the less obvious one to the right, and sure enough the trail just continued. Another circle, and again I had it locked in. Now I was descending already, and pressed on. Another couple of checks and I was out onto the trail at the bottom – a circle check. It was too short so far, there had to be a bit more… I turned left and headed up to the pig farm… Nothing… I heard voices in the distance as they started the descent – I called “Checking” cheerfully, and around the corner there was paper… “OnOn”, and off we go!

It was downhill towards the road, and I was home free, so long as there was no False Trail… Surely no false trail? Please no….. Instead there was the welcome sign of “OnIn” with an arrow pointing me back. It was perhaps a little short, but a good work out, nice trails, a nice climb, and steady descent, and great for a last minute put together.

RIPHRH

Turkish was the hare, with Alice apparently stepping up as co-hare / paper carrier. The hare wasn’t there at the start of the run though, so the incompetent co-hare set us off in 180 degrees the wrong direction. 300m or so later, I gave up and went back to ask Alice, who jumped on his motorbike to go search for where the trail started!!! Not the best start to a hash!

We headed towards the hill, and I knew this was a steep ass hill. I’ve run turkey runs and the possibility of a blind hack straight up through shiggy isn’t beyond him. I traverse to the right, and Tasty told me I hadn’t traversed enough… I traversed some more and then found a way up. No call… The first check and this was taking forever… I hacked up further and found a reasonable trail that went along the side of the hill. I was sure we’d be going up the hill somewhere, so would it be left or right. Finally some calls, but no clarity. I had no idea where it was coming from, or where it was headed. Poo was also hacking his way on the same hill, and intent on carrying on, even though he also had no idea where the calls were coming from. I traversed some more, but the calls weren’t helping.

Eventually I made it back down to the trail, and overtook Does Nothing. Already I was feeling weary and wary, or wary and weary. I got to the hares, looking agitated. As I got there Turkish took off running up the hill screaming, telling people to stop. I tried to get some sense out of Alice, who told me the trail was off to the left… I asked why people were calling from up the right, and he said it was because of Turkish… Turkish was the hare! The hare is the reason we call from all directions… I asked who had gone to the left already, and he said “everybody”, even though I knew there were people behind me, and I could hear those ahead of me calling from up the hill…! What am I supposed to believe? Cryptic comments / actions from the hares, or my ears?! I’m trying to rejoin the pack, but being sent away from where they are calling… My faith in the run was already waning…

We were back at the side of the night safari, and somehow I rejoined the front group of hashers. All confused. The next bit was actually a really smart set… – smart from the hares, but frustrating as hell for us runners. We ran essentially along the night safari fence, and at every opportunity we wanted to turn right. And every opportunity we had to turn right we were promptly met with a false trail or check back. My energy levels were drained by each misstep. We got so far around the Night Safari, that I almost though the hares would take us all the way around – and had I not seen them on trail, they might have had me going further…

But, we were 45 minutes into the run, the trail was still going away from home, and towards a hill that I remember… The cards were on the table – I didn’t spit my dummy, I just opted to fold my hand and enjoy the trail by the night safari back to the A. Having a beer with Sups trumps that killer hill climb in my book. While the co-hare was desperate, the hare was disparate.

On reflection the run was intricately clever. The checks were deviously well thought out, and ultimately even cleverer than expected. The incompetent cohare cost us some time at the start, and the checks combined with the fucked up confusion…. Well they tricked me into not trusting the hares anymore, so for that I congratulate you.

An unusually large number of hashers convened today at Miss Piggy’s
beautiful house to celebrate her Mille Run. How many of us ever get to
witness such an occasion, let alone reach this milestone ourselves?
Super Man (1183) and Super Bitch (1050) were both present for this
celebration.

Off then into the misty evening with paper quickly found along a quiet
soi and on into a brownfield site past an unfinished condo high-rise.
Just enough slip-sliding early on to keep the more klutzy hashers
among us focused on our footfall. For this hasher it’s usually the
dopamine kicking in that makes me think there’s gonna be a beer stop
round every corner but today after two quick checks and five minutes
into the run was Byte My Yahoo doing some sterling valet work
marshaling three songthaews featuring, yes, some much needed beer!
This might be some kind of record. Nice job.

Into the songthaew for ten minutes or so until we were deposited at
the Chiang Mai Provincial Government Center (I think). On on then, for
me getting the first check right and closely followed by Cougar, but
breezing past the Check Back. Mr Poo’s eagle eye quickly sussed our
problem and back we came to the pack. Rice fields Ahoy! This time we
kept to some wonderfully muddy trails with some nice checks. Scooby
Doo failed to run out at least one check — someone who really should
know by now that here in CM 100m is an idea, rarely an actuality. It
was during this portion of the hash that I witnessed some rather
unsettling behavior on the part of one master hasher — you know who
you are HRA. Skipping and jumping and yes, deliberately besplattering
all and sundry. A one man gambol fest. Excellent. You know you’re
gonna have to share the source of this exuberance one day Weegee! Chia
seeds? I also enjoyed Shit House pointing out one or two, er, shit
houses of particular architectural int
erest along this stretch of the run!

Out we came to see Lung La parked, I think to take Wimps back, and our
GM and co-hare CW nonchalantly surveying the scene. In fact he was
clocking us breezing past a circle check. Now this is one of those
times when the GM could act responsibly and hide the beer, for this
was no beer check. Fortunately, Chuck Wao and responsible are words
rarely uttered in the same sentence so suitably refreshed we pressed
on with Taste My Buns pressing the initiative through Payap Uni and on
to the Super Highway. Along the SH. Urban hashing at its best. With a
Backcheck we were amongst the reeds and into some primeval,
foul-smelling ooze.

Now we came to a moo baan lost in time. A hidden CM treasure. A
tributary community quietly going about their sluicing business when a
pretty well-held pack of hashers descended. A circle check here took
some figuring out, Sex Pistol and me went back across the sluice gate
looking for the way on but nothing. I believe Square Rooter found the
way forward. Some nice running there on that include clambering over a
fence using a stack of old bar stools. Such are the logistics of a
city run.

Now, city runs do have their detractors. A lot of hashers think they
are much the same as doing The New York Times crossword, eating a
Lobster dinner, or having sex with a blow-up doll — that, is not
worth the trouble! Well, maybe two out of those three. These creaky
knees disagree. CSH3 hashes are big baggy monsters and this was a run
that seemed to fit the occasion somehow, so great work Miss Piggy,
Chuck Wao and Byte My Yahoo for going above and beyond.