Run 992 Monday 25 March 2002
Hare:
The Biggadyke-Sharps
Location:
Wat Sang Siritham
Scribe: Minus 10
On
March 25, 2002, a hot and damp day, the Bangkok Monday Hash was once again
reintroduced to Wat Sang Siritham. Although not being a virgin hashing
territory, the location has got its advantages. Usually the Hash starts once
you are on your way to the run, trying to decipher the renowned “Run
Directions”. Going to Wat Sang Siritham, you simply set yourself on
“Automatic”, and, of you go!
The
hares declared before the run that the pack was going to experience a
sensational treat of smells. Poetically, with a distant stare in his eyes,
Weed Eater was proclaiming: “There’s Mango, Jasmine,
Bananas……….Oh……Oh………..Oh….…..” (his eyes now starting
to roll under his eyelids). “Please
take your time to stop to enjoy the smells”. The pack then almost looked
forward to the run…..
One
visitor from USA took Weedy quite literally and never returned to Wat Sang
Siritham. ( Is he still out there smelling the flowers, somewhere?).
The
run started with a sprint by MCH. Seeing this, the rest of us then wanted
the same stuff as he had been drinking. (Danish Viagra enhanced
Carlsberg!?). The run itself gave the pack a very nice running experience.
The hares had managed to find some new trails that went through some
pleasant orchards and friendly neighborhoods. And there were smells…
Unfortunately not those being advertised by the hares.
This scribe experienced the usual smells found at a hash. The pungent
aroma of fellow hashers, stinking khlongs, rotting garbage and dog’s
breath. All in all though I
would like to rate this as an excellent run. An adequate number of checks,
with that right depth that is keeping the pack together. Most runners were
back within an hour.
The
venue for the circle had been meticulously selected to be held at Wat Sang
Siritham. This was a good choice as most of the runners were there at the
start of the circle. (E.G. George of the Jungle was still in the jungle at
that time).
The
usual down-downs were swiftly awarded according to the general guidelines
and traditions held in the highest esteem by the hash. The hares, of course,
got their well-deserved acknowledgement of having had the job done to the
satisfaction of the circle. The Co-hare was noted for her 100th
run. Imagine, she is probably the only hasher who had managed to finish that
many runs, fuelling on veggies only…
The POTW was as usual awarded for a
tedious crime, this time a well deserved one. MCH was found guilty on the
charges of athleticism. Among other charges this evening could have been
“New shoes” and “Silent running”. Oh well, we only have one
prick…. By the way, MCH was renamed “Man called pony” by a Harriette
who whishes to remain anonymous. She, being the head of science at a certain
foreign school should know the difference between a horse and a pony,
excelling in Biology….
The Viagra & Carlsberg concoction was
starting to take its toll on MCH. Obviously the poor soul had not read the
Viagra warning label: “Please swallow quickly to avoid a stiff neck”. As
the Viagra was diluted with Carlsberg, he got away with a stiff upper lip.
This lip prevented MCH to actually drink anything out of his POTW down-down,
served in a potty, in a dignified way.
The OnOnOn was according to the hares to be
held 4 km from the circle. And then 4 km back. Knowing that the actual
distance was only 100 meters, this scribe realized that it must have
involved yet another check, one too many this evening, and decided to give
it a miss. However, with the
combined expertise of BMH3 being involved in the selection, I take it for
granted that there was good value for the time and money spent.
Going home in the night, I was still
wondering, what ever happened to that visitor from USA???
