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Saturday 6^th August 2022 Run #1604

Dick the Boy Wonder and Suckit  took us out way past Mae Jo University to Sleeps on It’s place for the latest installment of the Chiangmai Saturday Hash. The last time I was here was back at the beginning of the pandemic – which seems such a long time ago now- and there was a Kiwi guy stuck there as he wasn’t allowed back into New Zealand due to covid restrictions. It seemed such an utterly bizarre situation. I suppose it’s just another one of those almighty anomalies of the last couple of years.

Anyway about 30 runners turned up for today’s offering with a few more tourists finding their way back to the hash, which is nice to see. There were couple from Seattle and the guy, I forget his name, had apparently been on the Saturday Hash back in 1995. So he must be a contender for Longest Time Between Hashes award if such a thing exists. There were also a couple of young guys, I’m not sure where they were from. But they must have been YouTubers or something because they seemed to be videoing anything and everything in regards to the proceedings. I thought to myself, they were extremely fortunate that Chuck Wao wasn’t in attendance as I’m sure he would have had a few choice words in regards to their pursuits.

The hares did all the briefing formalities, but they couldn’t agree to the length of the run. Dick the Boy said it was no more than 4.5 km and Suckit came up with something like 7 km. They had obviously not set the odometer on the vehicle they used to set the run as 90 % of the run was along dirt roads which could have easily been navigated by a truck. That said we all set of along the dirt roads. The trail was interspersed with very gradual yet long inclines which resulted in a reasonable degree of altitude being established which, in turn, afforded us with some spectacular vistas that can only be experienced while hashing.

Suckit’s estimation was the most accurate as to the length of the run as I clocked up about 6.8 km. In my opinion I thought it was a great run along  a clearly marked trail with no strenuous steep inclines to negotiate and some pretty spectacular views to enjoy. Well done guys. Dick the boy treated us to some fine dining at the A site to mark his up and coming birthday.

Hash Trash CSH3 Run #1573 07-01-2022

Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers

Drinking and Running Since 1991

                                             Hash Trash 1558                                                                                                                                                                    Grand Master – Skid Mark                                      Haberdasher – Snail Trail

Historian & Awards Master – Superman     Hash Cash – Chatterbox

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 # 1559

There is no doubt about it, with the ambient temperature pushing 40 degrees, Mother Nature has cranked up the global thermostat and we are well and truly once more into the hot season. If you can remember, It is only a matter of a few weeks ago, we all could have been found huddled around a roaring camp fire in Doi Chang. This is now, like the embers of that fire, a fading memory; once again, showing us how quickly things change in Thailand.

Well, it’s been at least two weeks since J C has set a run, so it must be his turn again. Exemplifying another weird consequence of Covid . Due to the lack of Chinese tourists -which was J C’s ‘bread and butter’- CSH3 has been gifted with a more or less fulltime hare. So an honorable mention must go out to the illustrious Joint Master for his dedication to haring.

Today Juicy fruit was his co hare of choice, and the A bucket was opposite the Bamboo restaurant on the Samoerng Road. The same location, CAT and Always on Top set a run a couple of weeks ago -which apparently J C had nothing to do with. What with the blistering heat and the omnipresent air pollution, numbers were understandably a little thin on the ground with about 25 hashers turning out for today’s escapade. Today was one of those rare B to A runs. The last one I remember on CSH3 was a run set by Skid Mark, about 7 or 8 months ago, where he infamously drove  Titty Smoker’s truck and almost sent everyone traveling in the back flying out of the vehicle. Thankfully skid Mark wasn’t assigned any driving duties and Lung La and J C transported everyone to the B site while Chuck Wao was left back at the A bucket, on sentry duty, assigned with the noble and important task of stopping any would be miscreants from purloining any of the post run liquid refreshment – in other words, keeping an eye on the beer.

After about a drive of 3 or 4 km we arrived at the B bucket which turned out to be just up the road from the HRA shelter. We all set off up a very dry and dusty trail and into the forest. At this point it was brought to my attention that an observation had been made by Rat’s Arse and Piggy. They had noticed the drive to the starting point had been mainly uphill, so according to their collaborative scientific calculations had worked out the run would have to be a downhill affair. I quickly deduced, their conclusion had been based very much on anecdotal evidence and optimism and not on any particular aspect of Newtonian physics as we were soon faced with a very steep hill that needed to be negotiated and it wasn’t, by any stretch of the imagination, going in a downhill direction.

That obstacle behind us we carried on the dusty arid trails and it was nice to see they had reintroduced the use of cross checks – I haven’t seen one of those for quite some time. We kept climbing and eventually ended up on the top of a mountain giving us an amazing view down into the valley. That said, it would have been a lot more spectacular if it hadn’t been for the pollution. Anyway at this elevation and a quick glance to my right hand side revealed a near vertical drop right to the bottom, so extreme caution was very much the order of the day.

As I started to descend the mountain being very careful not slip on the dry leaves which are everywhere at this time of year and one the major hazards faced by every hasher. I had a brainwave; coming up with the concept of a new extreme sport. This new sport is called dry leaf skiing. Everyone who has ever hashed in Chiangmai would soon realize, with it’s a abundance of mountains, this area would make a great skiing destination, but obviously the lack of any snow makes this idea impossible. There may be a lack of snow, but there is an inexhaustible supply of dry leaves, which any hasher can testify to, are just as slippery as the slipperiest snow.  These dry leaves could be packed down to make some pretty amazing ski runs and may be even turned into an Olympic sport someday.

There would also be an environmental benefit to this new concept in skiing. At the present time these leaves have very little practical use and are just burnt adding to the egregious air pollution. But this sport would create a demand for the decaying arboreal foliage therefore incentivizing people to collect them up and make some money in the process. Everyone would be a winner from this new leisure activity the local economy, the tourist industry, the environment and most of all the hasher who could run sure footed in the forest once more, just a thought.

Back to the run, I eventually traversed my way, following a myriad of trails, to the bottom of the mountain and thinking I must be somewhere near the A bucket, but I was nowhere near the end zone with at least another 2 km to go. The trail from now on was generally flat although by now it was starting to get dark which is never a good scenario. I eventually got back to the Bamboo Restaurant and was able to take a sneaky short cut back to the A bucket. I clocked up just over 6 km in a time of about90 minutes another highly commendable run, great job guys.

OnOn Stumbling Dyke…

Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers

Drinking and Running since 1991

Hash Trash # 1523

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 # 1524

Today’s run marked the occasion of Sin Bin’s birthday. With He and Skid Mark taking up haring duties for a mini outstation, at Sleeps On Its place, out beyond Maijo. Sin Bin seems, to me anyway, to have been around for at least the past 15 years, but he is actually still only 12 years old. With that said, it has brought him a year closer to being able to partake and enjoy in the hash’s, good old, amber nectar – beer, that is.

Driving to the A site with the rain pelting down and certain areas experiencing severe flooding. My initial thought was this run was going to be a complete and utter washout. Oh, what little faith I have in our illustrious RA, C Wao esq., who  once again had managed to provide us all with the perfect running conditions. Neither too hot, nor too cold and with just a hint of cooling moisture in the air. More favorable running conditions couldn’t have been wished for.

Skid Mark proceeded with the hare brief. We were to encounter the usual sort of checks and following the usual strips of paper, but all the circle checks would have pictures of Sin Bin at various stages through his life up until now. There was even an antenatal depiction of him with a picture of a pregnant Snail Trail from all those years ago. About 30 hashers set off with one or two of them wearing rain wear, but I noticed they soon divested themselves of the fore mentioned apparel. As I iterated earlier, the climactic conditions for today’s run were extremely conducive to good hashing.

Having covered only about 50 meters, or so, we came to the Wimp – Rambo split. This proved to be a point of consternation for Square Rooter. He explained to me; he likes to have some time to cogitate and ruminate on making the decision on which trail to follow and having the option thrust upon him at such an early juncture in proceedings fazed him somewhat. Anyway for those of you who are interested, he opted for the Rambo trail.

A few hundred meters further on, I was passed by a few members of the younger contingent – namely Obscene, Sin Bin and a few others – sprinting as fast as their little legs would carry them, demonstrating the sheer exuberance of youth, and with a total disregard for the concept of conserving energy. This being a tenet we older hashers have to adhere to rigorously.

The area we were running in was generally flat with a few undulations, no big hills to negotiate, so not particularly difficult terrain to traverse although quite slippery due to the earlier rain. We ran through a few checks, up a slight incline where I was passed by Cartoon who commented on the injustice of having completed 3 checks, being correct on 2 occasions and wrong once and now he was at the back of the pack. The trail took us up another incline and into a wooded area where I noticed Tequila slammer had spotted some mushrooms and  was busily gathering them up and placing them into a plastic bag she had brought along  for such an eventuality.

We carried on down a small ravine where we came across Frozen Dick and Tip Toe. I incorrectly surmised that we had joined up with the Wimp trail, but this wasn’t the case. They seemed to be making up their own run as they went along. We carried on a little further and came to a lam yai plantation with each branch of every tree laden to breaking point with fruit. If anyone can think of a secondary use for these little packages of yumminess, they could make a fortune as there seems to be an inexhaustible supply of them at this time of year.

We carried on up a hill to the sound of barking dogs – not an uncommon occurrence, I hear you say – but as we got closer to the source of the emanating barking it was clear these weren’t the  yappy soi dogs we usually encounter on runs. But a couple of ferocious guard dogs salivating at the mouth, baying for blood and I’m sure ready to sink the teeth into any hasher who got to close. They were accompanied by the owner of the plantation who, to put it mildly, wasn’t too happy to have a load of hashers tramping across his land. I heard Snail Trail, ever the diplomat,  explaining and apologizing to him about what was going on. Personally, Myself and Deep Throat got out of the area as soon as we could.

Once we were thankfully clear of the plantation we found ourselves at a reasonably high elevation affording us with a panoramic view of the local area. We carried on through the usual type of hashing terrain for another couple of km when we came to the OnIn and then back to the A bucket. When I got back I inquired with Woolly Jumper and Superbitch on how many mushrooms had been found today. They replied that pickings on todays run had been pretty poor, so a bad day for the mushroom collectors.

I clocked up just over 6km for today’s run and it took me around an hour and twenty minutes. Great run guys, I thoroughly  enjoyed it.

OnOn –  Stumbling Dyke…