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Bangkok Monday Hash House Harriers
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Run:- 1284 Date:- 29 October 2007.
Location:- Wat Mollee
Hare:- Lynda "No Meat" SharpFor the entire week, No Meat and Weedeater had been reminding us that we hadn't run at Wat Mollee for a long time. As we exit the taxi and get our first look at the place, it becomes evident why we haven't been to this temple in a while; it's seen better days. A quick survey reveals crumbling masonry, abandoned vehicles, squashed toads, canine gangbangers, one canine corpse, and a stark reminder that Bangkok is sinking in the form of a lake that has replaced the car park.
The sky looks full and a bit golden - is it going to shower, or just tease us with the idea? By the time we set out on trail, there has been no relief for any of us; we'll be hot and sticky on this run.
The out-trail winds along the road for a half click or so, past dense swampy foliage. Over a bridge and what's this? - a dirty snowbank piled up on the banks of the canal! It looks like my driveway in Cleveland - a massive pile of crystallized ice pellets formed by snow that's melted and re-freezed, melted and re-freezed, covered by a peppering of soot and ash. As I marvel at this incredible winter scene in the middle of the steaming jungle, one of the local boys fishing over the side of the bridge complains to his buddy that "all that toxic industrial foam makes it difficult to spot my lure".
Ahhhh, off the pavement and now we really are in the middle of the steaming jungle. Stinging red ants, solitary Monitor lizards, shy cobras, punji sticks, ancient native relics, creeping vines, towering termite mounds, trip wired Claymores, sacred burial grounds, screaming Kookaburras, spider webs the size of Britney's knickers if she wore any...it's why we're here. If you can survive this, then you deserve an ice-cold beverage!
One hour of stumbling around and it's back on in to Lake Carpark- Thanks No Meat for a very nice trail!
At least the dead dog has been removed from the center of the circle. Noriega has strapped the body onto the boot of his car, announcing "This meat is still fresh, there's no reason to let it go to waste, the law says I can keep it." Bambi, as we had come to know and love the unfortunate pooch, lay on the shiny black automobile in silent protest, her head lolling back at an unnatural angle, tongue limp, flies buzzing.
Out Honorable GM took had taken over bar tending duty and by Gawd, he's pretty good at it. There was p*ss everywhere, ripple wine, rot-gut whisky, ceeegars, paint thinner, model airplane glue, Japanese porn, Texas politics. Geez, what a circle, and the night is just getting started!
Off to the restaurant, pound on the door, wake the proprietors up, bark out orders to the groggy staff, shovel in some rice, and then...7-Eleven! Yeah baby, it just don't get any better. Hanging with the motorcycle taxi boys down at the local mini-mart. Everything we need: cold beer, greasy snacks, good company, clean toilets, no karaoke, relaxed comfortable surroundings. Why go anywhere else? I propose that every On On On be held at this place from now on! And that ain't no joke...
On On
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On Monday 29 October we had 19 Harriers 7 Harriettes, 0 new boots and 3 visitor, total = 29. Welcome back to returners Marco “Phinnoccio” Foltran and Ken “Pussy Pounder” Atkinson.
