Run 2016, 15 August 2022
Location: Bangsue, Moobaan Rotfai
Hare: Tom Yum Gung

Twas wetting most profusely. Twas cold and stinging even more so. Twas dark before it's time. But still Hashers ventured out. We are Hashers. We are men. This is the south west monsoon season so what do you expect. Yes maybe we are stupid but our mother's had saved us from that unimaginable fate of being flushed down the loo on a bit of tissue without even a name or knowing if you were a boy or girl.

13 braves had turned out and risked the traffic and covid saturated BTS and MRT. The heavy heavy rain once started could not be stopped, even by our expert meteorologist Maverick. With such a non stop downpour and flash flooding would we ever get home? It rained constantly for over 4 hours.

Gung Pet with her dutiful poodle had wandered the back alleys, historic railway staff housing, railway cuttings and tortuous steel rails of Bang Susan to find a trail for us. She had used yellow orange paper for the first 6km then white paper for the final 6km. We never did find any white paper, and the orange was hard to find with stingy eyes.

So naturally the sensible ones moved from shelter to shelter then skuttled back. 5 others stayed together and made a brave attempt to go where gung had directed. Out through the tight muddy sloppy shanti town.

Then following the railway tracks away north. The poodle did pop up at an early point to direct us on. With so much water falling and laying around in deep puddles finding paper was a lengthy process. Much milling about going hither and thither. Sometimes just following anyone's nose. We looked after each other keeping together.

Eventually the soggy trail turned west out over a big klong. A difficult check in the gathering gloom. Then checkless leads us back south perhaps going home. Paper lost. Find shelter with our visitor getting his phone out to find a way. Too wet too dark eyes too old. No can do! So knowing where the steel tracks were we gave up on the trail and hightailed it straight down the tracks.

Codpiece our GM called the circle and announced that the trail had been slightly wet but he is nearly blind anyway! Pink Panther had to pop back home to service his desperate wife. He returned later looking very pleased with himself.

Maverick was chastised for not managing the weather. Captain Eric declared the run as fantastic. We had a new boot 'drinks like a girl' who has just moved here from China with his wife. Such a look of pure joy on Todd's face. The new boot was a fellow Canadian. They did not stop chattering away with each other all night. Of course Drinks like a girl was POTW. Drinks like a girl is a mouthful. We need an abbreviation DLAG? DRAG? Ah! maybe Drag Queen? A mouthful could be Blowjob? That is better. His name can remain Drinks like a girl, but shortened to Blowjob.

Gung who had decided a race in southern Thailand was more important than the Prachuap outstation, kindly brought back some southern food delicacies. Wow and thank you Gung. And thank you for paying for the on on on.