Run 2034, 19 December 2022
Location: Chatu Chot 10, Uncle Chu's
Hare: Checkless

For Checkless's run we had 9 Harriers, 4 Harriettes, 0 new boots and 1 visitor, total 14. Returners included Baey "Turtle Head" and Gung "Tom Yum Gung". The lone visitor was Sex Pistol.

A lovely cool evening under a bright sky, and out at Uncle Chu’s restaurant – wonderful. But only 14 turned out? Was it the threat of ‘THE WALL’. Are BMH3 Hashers chicken or is it the holiday season? Tinker said he was not coming because of it. Eatan ran away to the north because of it. Boob a Loob kept trying to squeeze whether the run would include THE WALL from the hare. Wait and see was all Checkless would say, but it would be 6.5Km (or miles?). The hare held up a huge Swiss army knife and said that he had cleared the trail, did he mean THE WALL? The paper led out towards the rapidly setting sun with Boob going his own way but changing his mind and rejoining the pack. It was a big loop bringing us back within sight of the piss truck; and the hare gloating.

Boob, Roger Me and Gringo said that they knew the area like the back of their hand so we felt relaxed – bugger! Time was wasted with devious checks and false trails! A scramble under bamboo then out to the rice fields for the first check. Everyone out everywhere looking but then down a rice bund and out into a large long grass and bog area. Again Boob thought he knew where to go then crossed the rough to catch up only to find another big loop around the disused mansion. Two false trails at the next check and then over to more rice fields. Roger Me got lost at this point and found his own way, as did 4x2 being scared of the dark. Now we found where the Swiss army knife was used with another scramble under branches covered with red ants. Why bother!

The run led farther away out into concrete then turned west at last over a fallen electricity pole and into a wat with a check. We knew where we were now; back through the duck farm, around the lake, through a village and back to the piss. Paper generally hard to find especially in the evening gloom. But all got back in a reasonable time.

The G mistress called the circle and asked for comments. Thanks for not going through THE WALL, not enough paper, why bother with the knife, don’t use google maps to calculate distance; it was 6 miles not 6Km, too may red ants. Down downs to visitor Sex pistol, then returners Turtle head and Gung. There was a strange thing with Checkless’ socks being worn by Gung. Boob accused them of co-habiting, which they confirmed – KC was OK with that being happy to have a rest. Of course a down down to the couple. POTW went to the hare for being seen on the run gloating.

Cool El Fresco dining at Uncle Chu’s with the mosquitoes having left us after their earlier feeding frenzy. Turtle head mentioned that there were no red ants in Singapore. Gung saying that KC was her house husband who did all the cleaning, and that he would wash and iron Checkless’ socks! Noah had turned up in a giant bright red Ford pickup won at his local gambling den. The omelette came first and Gringo thought it was time to go, but he was held down! Some individual food sensitivities ignored – sex pistol no beef, the madam GM as a veggie, Roger me and KC no chillies. Good food and drink paid for by the hare as it was Xmas. ON ON