The run started out as many do, with various hashers
milling about, gossiping and conjecturing about Thai politics and the
current ‘predicament’. Then we were called to the bus and off we went to
catch the boat. The ride down the river was breezy and bright, with nothing
but green on both banks. The early part of the run meandered through the
hills, past lush forest with herds of wild elephants calmly chomping their
day’s supply of branches. Wait…..That’s not the run I was on! That’s the run
I was SUPPOSED to be on if wasn’t for the #^%*&**#& LUNATICS calling the
shots in this place!!!!!! Oh, well. TIT.
So here we were in the usual crappy gravel parking lot, running on the usual
crappy concrete paths, solving the usual crappy checks. Not really. It was a
decent effort in a used-up location that just happened to be very close to
the hare’s hovel. The first half of the run actually did have some seriously
weak checks. I think that part was set for Sweetie’s parents. But after a
while things livened up with some putrid swamp with only a few
half-submerged logs to cross. Then we had a good time in what passes for
shiggy in Bangkok—backhoe tracks. Several people entered only to emerge from
the other side looking like creatures from the black lagoon, including our
visitor from Dhaka who decided to stop and wash in mid-trail.
I can’t remember a whole lot from the circle except for the Bengali wonder
insulting our hash and subsequently drinking a lot of down-downs. The hare
drank for making a shameless move trying to unseat King Bog in very birth of
his reign by calling for premature circling. For a minute I thought I saw
Weedeater, but I know that’s not possible since it was a BMH3 circle. But it
had to be because then he was in drinking for real-hash-chapter-GM envy. We
eventually ran out of ‘Bia Sot’ of some undetermined flavor and emergency
Tiger supplies were brought in to close out the circle and social drinking.
The on-on-on was remarkable if only for the MRE’s sent up from the Thai
outpost in Antarctica. All of the food specially frozen, shrinkwrapped, and
delivered to our table. That and the copious amounts of beer that flowed and
flowed until I stopped complaining about where my 250 baht had gone. I guess
we know where the hare’s priorities lie. And I’m pleased to say not far from
my own.
On on to Nakhon In Road and Bruised Willy’s birthday!
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On Monday 1 December we had 17 Harriers, 7 Harriettes, 0
new boots and 1 visitor, total = 25. Returners included Steve Furst and
Carlos the Sex Tourist.
