Run:- 2056, 22 May 2023
Location:- Taling Chan, Wat Pradu
Hare:- Tom Yam Gung (TYG)
Co Hare:- Boobalube (CNT)

You know it’s going to be something out of the ordinary when a co Hare hassles the GM to get the run underway 10 minutes ahead of schedule; and worse, when the GM displays a lack of leadership by agreeing to the request, ignorant of Hashers like The Tickler, who will have scrupulously planned to arrive at the run site in time for a 17:30 scheduled departure.

Todays Hare, the sprightly TYG announced that it’s "not a Wat Pradu run as you know it" and "take a flashlight because it will be dark in two hours."

The out trail headed north into cleared ground under preparation to become yet another of those darned moo baans that have nibbled endlessly away at fine Hashing grounds since the opening of Ratchapreuk Road.

At 1km an encounter with a pack of aggressive mutts allowed Gringo to display his manliness as he chaperoned those of a more nervous temperament around canines to safer conditions.

Early and smart checks kept runners and walkers together, so much so that Scribe, on reaching a check at 2km suggested to a hapless Jessica that she check to the left, to which she replied that it cannot be that way because "the front runners would have already broken it" Yes Jess, you are the front runner! Incidentally, on enquiring of Jessica’s Hash name, Scribe was advised "She Hasn’t Got One", itself a fine Hash name.

Prior to the inevitable klong paths TYG had skillfully used all available greenery and at 4km looped the naive (HeMan & Turdburglar) and the gullible (the GM) through a small orchard of squelching mud only to catch up moments later with those who knew that staying on the road for a further 100m would keep your shoes clean and legs from getting covered in yucky black stuff.

A front running Hot Lips called the pack onto more open ground, and to a check that morphed into an impromptu beer stop. Where, unsurprisingly, Tinker had taken up residence amongst a gaggle of beer bottles and steel drinking mugs.

The next landmark, Wat Champa under construction where Has No Boyfriend snapped pictures of an almost complete, colossal Buddha, positioned to keep a watchful gaze over salubrious gated communities. The next check confused the FRB’s but did allow a useful posse to congeal and collectively solve, only to come stuck again at a dead end klong check at Wat Krachang. A back check of course, onto a forward check, solved verbally by Bullet ("only one way to go, forward over the bridge") showing his familiarity with the area, having clocked more than a few km’s here in his Hashing longevity.

By now the posse had spread out and Scribe, running in a group of three overheard "this is a no farting zone" as we scrambled butt to face through a clever use of jungle patches that seamlessly connected the trail and avoided road running.

What felt like an endless "On In" under cover of darkness terminated with a generous welcome from the Hare.

Meanwhile, back at the run site, short-cutting returners Bugs and Tui Baker relaxed in camp chairs with drinks in hand alongside Pork Finder, Captain Erik and the co Hare as he watched the Hashers filter in. Most had completed 8 to 10km, with the exception of "She Doesn’t Have One" who had given up and gone home. Special Ed eventually made it back wearing his running shirt inside out in a nose blind attempt to get a minimum of two sweaty runs per shirt wash, or 2 Sr/sW for the engineers.

Thereafter an immediate start to the circle, some of which was missed by Scribe as she/he/it showered (unlike most of the manky Hashers). Scribe offers apologies for trashing a moment of Hash fame for the majority of sinners but does have a recollection of double D’s to - many returners; a couple of visitors; JoyRides extended Myanmar family; shoe abuse that included something about flip flops; Ming for cajoling an accusative co Hare to drink from her new shoes; an anti ageism lesson from the very young and delightful "Smile" whose angelic and diplomatic innocence estimated Tinkers age at 29; and lastly to TYG as prick of the week for being, well, slightly more of a prick than Grannies Tits.

Circle closed and a Hashdash amongst the sweet temple dogs to the usual Wat Pradu restaurant for a fine fare of food, drink, and a singsong by Malaysian visitor Opera. All of which generously subsidized by Hare&Co. prior to a mass disgorging of O3’ers as kitchen closing time had well passed.

An outstanding run in a now challenging area, we give thanks & praise to organizers Hare&Co, and to Nibbles for managing run site refreshments.

AnOnOn.