BMH3 Run report

Run 1639, 18 August 2014
Location: Petronas Petrol Station, Chalerm Prakiat Soi 36
Hares: Short Change and Sizzler
Scribe:?

The expectations were high (actually no they weren’t) for an outstanding run set by Short Change and Sizzler. The directions guided us to A GAS STATION and there we mingled, breathing exhaust fumes, gas fumes listening to the roar of the 6-lane Chaloem Prakiat rush hour traffic. As we breathed the air and became more and more intoxicated by the mind-altering pollutants, our brains slowed down, our complaints grew fewer (but we are hashers so there were still a lot of complaints) and we then listened to the words of advice from the hare. Your erstwhile scribe was standing more than 4 feet away and due to the roar of traffic and the mind altering presences in the air was unable to hear much of what was said. Luckily the GM in his typical, soft and prissy voice bellowed certain important facts. Checks were set in chalk as were many of the markings. It was generally agreed that given the hares combined multiple decades of hashing, there was no good reason for them to realize chalk and flower were non-ideal marking choices for the rainy season. I mean, how could they have known that?

Off we went up Chaloem Prakiat and quickly crossed the road and headed out tangentially up a long 1KM stretch to THE PARK. “We’re going to run through the park, wow, cool, novel” was whispered in awe by the masses. As we entered the park, madness ensued, milling, standing around FRB’s going hither and thither when finally our long absent RA came back to solve the riddle. Ian yelled “on-on” off to the right after other hashers had gone that way and not found markings. In fairness to the hashers, the markings were few and far between so not finding them was not necessarily an indication of their stupidity. Not necessarily but….

At this early point in the run, the pack was split apart, never to meet again until the final happy moments when we drank beer back at THE GAS STATION, but more about that later. The FRB’s KC, Swirly and the late coming Pussy Whipped headed out and were never seen again. Ian after his early heroics apparently decided the trail was too difficult and after due time headed for the beer. Tickler, Leg Iron, Dripper persevered and claimed to have done the whole trail despite coming in 10 minutes before FRB triumvirate of KC, Swirly and PW. Confusion reigned in this tight group of hashers. “How could you have done the whole trail when you were way behind us and then beat us in by 10 minutes and we were on paper the whole time?” questioned KC. Tickles, Leg and Drip stood tall in their defense of themselves, “we done followed paper the whole way”. Actually, Peter is English so he didn’t say that. KC demanded they missed a loop, they demanded they didn’t. Finally all angst was erased by that fixer of all problems…. Beer.

The run itself was promoted to have 2 checks, while there might have been only 2 marked checks, the dearth of markings made many intersections virtual checks and so there were effectively 8-10 odd checks. Overall, the folks that did the whole run or claimed to have done so were all in agreement that it was a pretty good run. Lots of checks, didn’t keep the pack together but so the fuck what, the SCB are going to go where they’re going to go and the FRB’s are going to find the trail, a surprising amount of soft surface, nice terrain and other than the on-in, we were off all busy roads. A good run and probably the best run this dynamic duo of hares has ever set. Well done hares.

Eventually everybody returned to THE GAS STATION, we drank beer, talked to the people that we wanted to talk to, held the circle, listened to people complain, made fun of lots of people including the hares for having the circle at A GAS STATION and generally had a good time. Prick of the week was awarded to a visitor that nominated the RA for POTW. Stupid fucker.

The hare then asked for a show of hands for who was staying for dinner. Hands went up, hands went down, numbers were thrown around and nothing was figured out. It was determined a better way of calculating how many people will stay is to actually count the people sitting at the on-on-on.

Amazingly we had a small retinue of stayers for the on-on-on, which was outside at THE GAS STATION immediately adjoining our circling point. Really can’t imagine why more people didn’t stay???

The food was buffet style and very good, the beer was cold and THE GAS STATION morphed before our very eyes into PARTY CENTRAL. While we reveled in our area, drinking and yelling and ignoring the world, we failed to notice other groups of drinkers forming. Despite drinking at gas stations being illegal, there were no less than 4 separate parties going on and by the time we wrapped up after 11:00, they were still going strong. The traffic had reduced to an ignorable distant din and the fumes were forgotten. As the evening progressed, we were entertained by various interlopers coming around to see what these crazy falangs were doing, the music from the restaurant created a musical quiz night for those that stayed and then finally the music got loud, good, old and as you rarely hear in Thailand, actually had great sound. Our hash piss, we found out has a kick ass car stereo and we listened to his music. Blasting hits such as Highway Star, Money, an extended 20-minute version of Rare Earth’s Get Ready, the hits just kept coming with Slow Ride and you know that shit’s Foghat don’t you…. And many more but we were all drunk and the music was all great.

All in all, a run that widely surpassed expectations, a good meal and an unusual ononon location that provided a surprisingly unique and fun hashing experience. Many thanks to the hare for another great hash outing.

Bangkok Monday Hash House Harriers