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Run No:- |
1093 |
Date:- 1 March 2004 |
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Location:- |
Wat Khae Nai |
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Hare:- |
Lem "No Good Boyo" Morgan |
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Scribe:- |
Rod "The Bug" Turner |
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A St. DAVIDS DAY run through the DAFFODIL ORCHARDS of Bangkok. But where were the LEAKS and what about the DRAGONS.
My mind was drifting as the large Airbus approached the runway at Don Muang .
Hmmm I thought, here I was back in the Big Mango exhausted from a month in UK, a month of sweated labour to repair my house after 5 years of abuse by various tenants. The snow had been crisp on the ground at Heathrow as I departed but the lovely Thai Stewardess on the plane had a Bangkok Post specially kept for me.
How considerate thought. The warm moist barmy air hit me as they opened the aircraft doors at Don Muang and the rest of the passengers evacuated the plane as if there was a bomb planted under their individual seats. People never change, oh well!
My flight had been made even more pleasant and enjoyable by meeting a Sunday Harriette in the confines of a certain Middle East airport, our paths had crossed at last I thought dreamily, I from London and she from Paris. But it was not to be, I was in CATTLE class and she in FIRST, another missed opportunity, I thought.
The baggage conveyor as usual was extremely fast and efficient and I was out of the airport to flag a taxi on the departures level in on time, back in the land of smiles and crafty taxi drivers. My hoped for rendezvous with my travelling companion, (she in 1st and I at the back) was not to be as she was engulfed by all of her relatives. and the rest.
Turning my mind to more mundane matters I had cleverly noted the location of the Monday hash run from the Saturday Bangkok Post generously provided by the beautiful Thai Hostess. Unfortunately she had never worked for Thai international and hadn’t even heard of our lovely Tim Wienands so that was the end of that conversation!
My mobile telephone having decided to go on strike, I was unable to communicate my happy return to the City of Angels to anyone, so I sat back and engaged in spasmodic conversation with the taxi driver: Had Taksin capitulated? Would the bars still be open after Midnight, what about Chicken Flu and what was the state of the economy. I somehow think that all this passed over his head as he took continuous calls on his new toy, a mobile phone that rang constantly all the way to Sathorn Road whilst ensuring that the bonnet of his taxi was always one metre ( yes one only) away from the boot of the car in front.
Monday morning dawned bright and early, Ellefsen was somewhere in Australia and Vinai was carless. Good old Bullet was willing and we set off with high ambition towards the Sathorn Bridge to try out a quick way to avoid Nam Wong Wang . Alas it was not to be, a good old Bangkok traffic jam brought me back to reality and helped me to feel back at home. We sailed over several newly constructed flyovers observing that we should really be on the Bang Kruay, Bang Yai road below and arrived just in time to get the tail end of some Welsh blasphemy or was it wise advice from the Hare? AND oh yes, SO TO THE RUN.
Some snippets of what was seen :
Pitak squeezing through a Farmers fence to avoid the approaching dogs ( or
were they Dragons??)
A visiting Hasher deciding to partake of a swim in the Klong.
Joost being Joost, competitive to the end.
And that’s about all, since with my usual speed and dexterity I was unable
to observe the antics of most of the pack.
The beer was cold and welcome after such a fast run. The Pack was led in by
4 FRB’s who shall be nameless, wont they Joost? followed by about 30 of the
pack and 6 hashers who decided to dally on the way and take in the lovely
local views.
But where was the GM?? Masterfully Graham Bywater stepped into the breach
and took total control of the circle ,well almost.
Down downs followed swiftly for all sorts of miscreants, Muff Diver as a
look alike Klong swimmer. Old look-alike ladies, dogs in the circle, a new
boot BABY JESUS.
The RA mixed up Wales and Buriram , Som and Lem ( but which was which).
There was wild talk of a new Hash having been formed on the bus back from
Sukhothai , to run every 4 years on the 29 th of a certain month.
And so to the Prick of the Week presentation.
The RA was swamped with sinners, a visitor Ken Pussy Panda, Joost, Kick
boxer, May and several others whose names have eluded my sharply tuned mind.
May got it and basked in her new regalia.
The on on on was just up the road and attended by most of the pack. Good
food, good beer and good Company.
Thanks to the Welsh Wizard for giving us such a great run and enjoyable evening.
ON ON
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On Monday 1 March we had 30 Harriers, 8 Harriettes, 0 new boots and 3 visitors, total = 41. Returners included Vichai "The Senator" S. and Rod "The Bug" Turner. Derek Tavender is off to construct his villa in France and won't be back until October.
