A Pair Of
Tits-High Water Crossings
The Landmark taxi group had great
difficulty flagging down cabs due to some civic reception
for Thai Olympic athletes combined with the influx of buses
carrying upcountry PAD protesters thugs planning a
siege of NBT television station and government offices. We
skytrained up to Asoke in search of available cabs on
Ratchadapisek, found a driver willing to head out to
Suksawat and off we went on the ride from hell. Swerving in
and out of traffic while tailgating an ambulance with lights
flashing nearly caused recent new boot Martha to have
a heart attack as she lunged for the steering wheel from the
back seat trying to avoid an imminent collision. "Klua
Mai" (Are you scared?) was the driver’s reaction to this
attempt to usurp his control. Carlos the Sex Tourist,
also in the back seat, checked his shorts for tell-tale
signs.
We were returning to the scene of the
crime where the dynamic duo of Man Boobs and Pussy
Virus had set an excellent run just five short weeks
ago. Several small longtails each carrying four to seven
hashers departed at 5:35 pm for the long journey to the
B-site. “My birdwatching mom would love this place”
commented one hashman on the abundant avian wildlife.
Rumours abounded that the run would be 10kms or longer.
An initial difficult check, which saw
KC, Man Called Horse, and Dunkin Donut
running in all directions, combined with the 20 minute boat
ride, had the pack beginning to head home at 6pm. Darkness
was sure to play a factor in the run. An early pair of
tits-high water crossings left everyone drenched including
soon-to-be new boot $100 Skidmark, who boldly
performed a cannonball dive into the brine. On and on and on
we went running along the potentially ankle-breaking uneven
fishpond bunds with Spinning Dwarf and his broken toe
and No No and his broken shoes bringing up the rear.
Light from distant dockyards did little to
illuminate the trail but provided hope that the end was
near. Arriving back at 7:40 pm after one hour and forty
minutes on the trot, the GPS says we only went 7.25kms.
Others, including Used Rubber, Dripper, and
Hater Peacocks, decided to long-cut and arrived back
even later although at least one of them managed to keep dry
and two of them had a bonus boat ride.
Due to Canal Rapee being out of
town on an ad shoot, stand-in GM 4x2 called the hares
in for their just rewards. Various other down downs,
completely unrelated to the hash, such as the liberation of
Paris were administered. The second new boot in two weeks of
the North American female persuasion, Sarah “$100
Skidmark” Maurer, joins BMH3 and Prick of the Week
honours go to last week’s new boot and birthday girl Martha.
The riverside dinner was served nearby at
The Bay with background music coming from the cacophonous
dry-dock next door. Proving to be an excellent judge of
character, POTW accuses male BMH3 members of being mean,
unfeeling, assholes for comments in the circle denigrating
the new boot. Riposte from the table was “Get used to it
baby, this is a men’s hash that permits the presence of your
gender”. 4x2 graciously provided a box of Romeo y Julieta
Cuban cigars to perfectly polish off another great evening
with the Monday Hash.
Spinning Dwarf’s Gratuitous Plug for
Next Week’s Run: Suan Bua, a virgin picturesque pondside
restaurant, rivalling the character and serenity of “The
Homestay”, in a seldom run area of Nonthaburi, is the start
point of next week’s run which promises to provide something
new in terms of the trail and a special guest co-hare as
well as getting you back On In before it’s dark. Not to be
missed!
On on, Spinning Dwarf
