Run No:-
1095
Date:- 15 March 2004
Location:-
Unico Golf Course
Hare:-
Bo 'Minus Ten' Eskesen
Scribe:-
Neil 'Weedeater' Biggadike
We took off from our base at approximately 15:55 hrs. No Meat soon reached a cruising altitude of 20 metres with airspeed of a little under 100 knots. This was to be a difficult mission, requiring tenacity, daring, skill and courage – all character traits I have in abundance. Sitting in the Co-pilots seat, fulfilling the role of navigator, I scan the immediate neighborhood for hostile craft, the big 8ltr supercharged Roll Royce Merlin engine growling up front, blotting all other sounds. “In coming !!!” Shouted No Meat as a green and yellow 4-seater attack craft buzzed our port side, narrowly missing us, lights blazing. Instinctively I ducked as the shadow of a similar machine flashed by to starboard, No Meat was unfazed. “We need to take a bearing of 277 degrees”, I told No Meat as she deftly weaved through a formation of deadly disco buses.
I began to check my maps for the landing site and rendezvous point, as No Meat made her final approach. “Ok, lets have the undercarriage down”, I struggled with my belt. “Er, no. That’s not quite what I meant, though as we seem to have arrived 45 minutes early………..”.
The landing ground was silent and empty. No sign of even Captain Eric’s Toyota Supercharged supertank had yet arrived. The minutes ticked by. The chattering of avian life in the trees and the faint ‘thwock’ of golf balls being soundly thrashed, the only sounds to disturb the peace.
(I thought the verb was ‘thwack’ is in ‘whack’- not ‘thwock’ ie, the English rugby team whacked the Australians at the Rugby World Cup Final…Ireland gave England a damn good thwacking two weeks ago - but I must say ‘thwock’ sounds just as good, if not better – pedantic ed!)No Meat calmly putting red crosses through several student books, as we waited for something to happen. As the rendezvous time approached, the Hares, Minus 10 & his Co-hare sidled in view looking immensely pleased with themselves. An elite cadre from Kuching joined hashers from all over Bangkok, in order to frustrate the Hares. Joint Master Graeme “Graeme Bywater” Bywater called the assembled crowd to order for last minute instructions as to how proceedings would henceforth proceed. With that, they all disappeared. The Hares, chuckling to themselves and congratulating each other in some obscure tongue, ran off in another direction in order to observe the pack getting lost, frustrated, tired , angry, thirsty, hungry (horny?) and generally sweaty. I was left alone. The minutes ticked by……. The birds chattered. The golf balls sometimes went thwock. More minutes…… Suddenly, just as I was having forty winks in the back of the car, the Thai SCB relay team arrived having hardly broken a sweat. They were soon followed by several disgruntled ‘old farts’. Eventually the pack was headed in led by ‘Horse’ Sorenson and No Meat. These stalwarts were quickly followed in by the pack, leaving the likes of Ajarn Keemaow, Flying Finn and Noriega to wander the wilderness like shiftless vagabonds.
The circle was called, the Hares dragged bodily into the middle to confess their crimes. The general consensus was that it was ‘a bugger of a run’, though I confess that I thought it was the best run of the year. The Globular Molecule dragged in the usual crowd of returners, visitors and virgins, before handing over to the RA for some religious instruction. Making the mistake of thinking that he’s popular with the ladies, the RA invited those ladies in the circle to compete for a night out at the expense of the RA. After some of the worst cheating in the history of cheating, the unlucky loser was Krispi, who immediately attempted to throw herself under the nearest bus.
As No Meat guided us across the battle zone back home, I reflected that it had been a fun evening even though the run had been a little short, the checks fairly easy. Well-done Hares.
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On Monday 15 March 33 members turned up. We had 8 visitors including three from Kuching.