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Bangkok Monday Hash House Harriers
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Run:- 1236 Date:- 27 November 2006.
Location:- Unfinished Bridge, Outer Ring Road.
Hares:- Noah "4x2" Shepherd
Scribe:- ???A good pack assembled at the Unfinished Bridge near the Outer Ring Road for Run number 1236 Hared by the ex-Gm 4x2.
Returners included Bugs from Down Under and Pussy Galore from La Belle France . A New Boot, the reluctant Dr. Livingston, was cajoled by our competent Hash Cash to pony up some extra money and join the roster of elite BMH3 members. Welcome Dr. Livingston.
After the usual pre-run small talk about the shenanigans at Mike Lauer's Chieng Rai wedding, the latest corruption scandals, the fact that Jumpstart didn't drive a car and took a taxi, plus the customary observations about the sad state of Noriega's car, the new GM called the pack together. The Hare was not yet back but he prudently left some graffiti-like instructions written in chalk on the side barrier of the Bridge to Nowhere. Paper was not white but in blue color. Armed with this admonition, off the pack went in search of trail.
This run site has a nice locale, but because of swamp and high water the options are limited. Despite this the Hare did a good job with a few false trails and back checks which kept everyone together. The pack ran past some very attractive buffaloes keeping cool in a large mud cavity.
At one point the trail veered from the elevated concrete pathway and off into some shit. A local elderly women was at this juncture and in the local lingo tried to dissuade us from heading into the shiggy by explaining "this is muddy", "the water is too high", "there is not road" and finally she shouted in English "Snakes, snakes, snakes!!" This did not keep Noriega and Gontie Carter from leading us into the shit. Some continued on the elevated pathway to keep their shoes clean, but the final On In traversed through a disgusting fecal contaminated cow path so everybody was able to enjoy wet, muddy shoes.
After the regular post run piss up No Good Boyo called the circle to start THE NEW REGIME.
The RA line up is juggled a little from last year. The Holinesses engaged in some big elaborate Down Down on cricket. Seems the English got stomped by the Aussies (as they usually do)...blahh, blahhh, blahhh…. oh well, the circle collectively sighed relief when all this histrionics were concluded as outside of a few aging alcoholics who still can't confront the fact that the British Empire has ended, nobody really knows anything about cricket……….
Down Downs were distributed and somebody was awarded Prick of the Week. Despite a few hiccups the New GM holds great potential of presiding over a fine year of BMH3 spectacles.
The ON ON ON was catered at site. Good grub for only 100 Baht, quite a bargain.
Captain Eric regaled the ON ON diners with a computer lesson about the history of DOS, UNIX and the evolution of parallel computing.
All the problems of the world were discussed and solved.
Also at the ON ON nobody could remember where the next week's run was. Oh well we got one week to find out......…
Wichinee announced as she departed that she was leaving for New Zealand until February which brought a round of high 5's and rousing cheers from all.
One problem of the Bridge to Nowhere is that transport to town can be tough to find. Spinning Dwarf, Hash Hash and Pussy Galore were one of the last to leave. Captain Eric kindly gave then a ride out to the frontage road, but since he was going north to Minburi and they were going south to central Bangkok, that was all the farther they could go with him and the three had to wait for a taxi on the roadside. Few traffic and no taxi were in evidence.
"I 'ope it iz not like ve Zugar Daddy at ze last run", Pussy Galore said, "He told me he 'ad to wait one 'our for ze taxi."
"Well we are on the same road as Sugar Daddy was last week", Spinning Dwarf observed encouragingly.Resigned to their fate they did what all Hashers do - they settled in to drink beer. At a local bamboo and grass-roofed hut, with a single light bulb for illumination, a bent over old woman with Betel Nut stained teeth provided the liquid refreshment.
The minutes silently tiptoed past while the traffic on the motorway relentlessly continued. Mosquitoes and other little critters kept the group company.
Finally, a lone taxi shot past
"Taxi, taxi!" Hash Hash shouted waiving his arms in the air.
500 meters down the road the taxi finally tailed to a stop and turned around. Spinning Dwarf was mightily impressed with the vocal talents of Hash Hash. He asked the taxi driver how he could hear Hash Hash's call at such a rate of speed.
"If I wasn't looking to take a piss I would have never seen you." The driver explained. After the driver took a short walk in the weeds the threesome sped off into the darkness.
Another fine night of Hashing concluded.
ON ON
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On Monday 27 November we had 22 Harriers, 15 Harriettes, 1 new boot and 3 visitors, total = 41. Returners included Jeff "Bugs" Gay, Marie "Pussy Galore" Blond and Oil Maneekul. Welcome to New Boot Ted "Dr. Livingstone" Rae.
