BMH3 Run report

Run 1528, 2 July 2012
Location: Bang Yai Y-junction
Hare: The Bug
Scribe: Wishes to remain anonymous

The Y-junction. Been there, done that. However, it has been awhile particularly from the infamous Krua Kamnan restaurant, recently re-opened after the flood. So, somewhat motivated I managed to arrive at the A-site with 30 min to spare which gave me time to observe surroundings and the members of the pack in more detail than usual. First, I had time to re-think “why did they widen a perfectly good two-lane road into four, spanning an entire 3km before ending abruptly in a small village with a two-lane bridge?”. After two minutes I gave up not having a better answer than when the construction was completed two years!

Then it was onto people watching. The hare “Bug” was looking a bit too serious and really wet. A simple inquiry revealed that he had lost his footing on a log crossing and ended up over his head in garden ditch! AKM and Hash Hash were huddled off to the side discussing some political issues while Hashendale was whinging (to anyone who listen) about how much he hates his hash name. Thank God that is now 17:30hrs and time to run!

The hare gives instructions to follow white and pink paper, then white paper, pink paper, white paper, pink paper. What the hell? We were off in the usual direction but some new buildings obscured the path into the green and front runners AKM, McSwirly and Tickler clearly over-shot turn which put them squarely in the ass-of-the-pack….and deservedly so! The 1st check appears 50m into the garden and over two log bridges. Bugs and Faulty Towers were dumb enough to cross back over the last bridge thinking it was a back check! Broken forward the trail quickly was out of the dirt and onto some very well known concrete. And then you happen on to something you’re never prepared for. This was actually seeing Bog Diver running! Sobriety does some strange things to people, particularly hashers! Navigating further thru the pack brings me up to the visitor from Bangladesh who really needed to drink a big bottle of “shut-the-f**k-up”! I could still here him talking to himself 100m behind me. Onto the 2nd check and “on-on” calls coming from three different directions! What to do? So I randomly pick a trail and I was on paper with in 30m! and within another 50m I run into the hare scribbling “on-in” on the klong pathway. A bit pre-mature in-trail duplicating the out-trail now has the pack truly confused and scattered. Assistance from the hare has me now on the correct out-trail and “alone” as I would prefer it.

That did not last very long as I encountered Ambrose running towards me acting like one of the inmates from “One Flew Over The Cuckoos’ Nest”. After a few moments to let him calm, I was able to convince him to turn around and follow me which only worked for less than a minute…turning around to check on him and he was nowhere to be found! It was time to make the effort to pick up the pace! GPS had 5.5km and probably 2km more to get in. Paper was getting very thin and erratic at this point so, relying on superior navigational skills I forged through the ever darkening orchards to find my way to road and on-in! Something odd about the on-in was seeing 4X2 on the way out! Hell it was dark and scary out there. Must have had a bad day at the factory to exhibit that sort of behavior. Most “stressed” executives would have been into the beer immediately without any thoughts whatsoever!

Upon arrival at the piss wagon, Nibbles and Eat-Me had nice assortment snacks prepared in addition the cold Asahi, Tiger and Heineken which was most appreciated. What was not appreciated was Drunken Donut trying to double-collect the run fees! Things are a bit tough in the bread business, but that was really going low! The circle was convened by JM “No No” and hare was congratulated for remembering to set the in-trail this year. Returners and visitors were then recognized. AKM followed with a 10 minute rant as RA, most of which was incomprehensible through his Queensland brogue. Nahee Man dobbed in AKM and paid the price for f**king with the RA. He claimed temporary insanity again, which wearing a bit thin. The circle concluded with the “prick of the week” being appropriately awarded to the dork visitor from Bangladesh.

After a short social drinking session ended by the constant glare and barking of the hare to “get into food before it gets cold”. The restaurant had not changed much since the flood. One icon was missing though, the umbrella of the Bug was not hanging from its’ usual place in the rafters. Well, actually there some other changes. The formerly “rotund” female wait-staff were actually a little bit larger in life that night. Must have been the flood that altered their exercise/caloric intake routine. Food was good, beer was cold conversation lively and then it was over. Good job Bug!

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