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Run No:- |
1089 |
Date:- 2 February 2004 |
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Location:- |
Ramkhamhaeng Soi 112 |
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Hare:- |
George 'of the jungle' Morgan |
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Scribe:- |
Peter 'Maverick' Laverick |
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This week's run was at a new location for most of us - Ramkhamhaeng Soi 112. The word Ramkhamhaeng conjures up images of traffic jams and pollution, but the route the Hare had recommended - using the outer ring road - avoided all that. Right after turning into Soi 112 we went through a gateway (without a guard to salute us or collect crash helmets) into a very large mooban. After a few left forks and a few right forks and passing that uniquely named restaurant "My Mum's the Best Cook" we parked beside a large pleasant lake. This was definitely a mooban with a difference. Though there were some super-luxurious house around the lake which would do justice to the most wealthy kamnan, around us were ordinary Thais.
Hash Hash and Marie had been one of the first to arrive at the run site, having shunned your scribe's offer to share a taxi from Sukhumvit at 4:15. HH was sure that Ramkhamhaeng would be one big rot tit and had left an hour earlier. However, he is to be excused his mistake on this particular day as he had been up before dawn to celebrate the great American feast of Eid al Superbowl and was still emotionally intoxicated from the event. Eid al Superbowl is a feast that all true Americans must participate in at least once in their lifetime or else spend the afterlife in a celestial Guantanamo Bay.
Just before the witching hour of 5:15 the Hare returned, more or less dry apart from the sweat pouring off him, and it wasn't long before the pack was called to order and set off. Fifty metres from the start we reached a klong path and it wasn't clear whether we should go left or right. While the more enthusiastic Hashers went checking your scribe turned round to admire the view, and to his amazement immediately knew where he was. We were at a place where trails starting in Krungthep Kreetha often have a check, by the corner of a klong. We were soon running again, and it wasn't long before your scribe recognised another familiar sight - the wat just up the road from restaurant on the outer ring road we sometimes run from.
The trail took us along klong paths, through hardened fields pitted with ankle-twisting holes made by bovine feet, and on the odd dirt track. The wily hare took us a long one narrow strip of land that required a Grand National style jump over a water hazard to get out from. It wasn't too wide, but the killer was that the other side was a vertical wall of soil and the land was two feet higher on the far side. Weed Eater stationed himself on the far side to pull people up - a service to the Hash later recognised in the circle, while Alan T started to build a dam across the water - a skill learnt from his Dutch wife, perhaps. A Man Called Horse set about it long jump style, just making it, but Beefeater didn't quite reach the other side and landed in the water with a loud splash.
During the run the pack has got spread out, but the course
was quite straight forward so everyone was back within an hour or so. It was
pleasant drinking the beer with a slight breeze blowing off the lake to keep
the mosquitoes away.
In the Circle the GM gave the Hare (himself) and the co-hare a down down.
There was a mixed bag of contenders for PoW, but very unusually all the
contenders who didn't have their own were eliminated, and it was awarded to Winey Boy for being a Cheap Charlie. On a previous run he had conned Hash
Haberdash into thinking he wanted to buy a T-shirt, but when she brought her
stock - weighing an estimated half tonne - he made excuses - too small, too
large, oh, I haven't got enough money! This attitude didn't go down well
with our Dutch Haberdasher.
OnOn.
Maverick.
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On Monday 2 February there were 34 Hashsers including 4 visitors from
Australia and South Africa and two from France.
