Run 997 29 April 2002
Run Hared by Hags and as recalled by Love Canal
Stood in the circle after the run Todd “Spinning
Dwarf” Wilkie, that bastion of Hash order, reminded me that as Hare
last week I was my duty to do the write up. Ohh great and me already half
way towards doing a Bug and getting my 150 baht's worth of beer.
Add to that Noriega pulls me to the side at the restaurant and
says “. Don Reeves might put some money into my bar so take him out
and make sure he enjoys himself. I would but I have to take Faisal
home”
So here I sit my brain firing on all four neurons, which I might add is
some thing that cannot be guaranteed with Noriega’s car. Trying to
recall where the run was. Fortunately because of great planning I remember
“Ah, yes same place as next week Muang Kaew Golf Course
After the normal pre run BS circle to pack set off in
great haste Tom “MCH” Sorensen (with an “E”) sprinting off
down the nearest side road. Most of the pack was holding back though.
“This way. We always go this way “ exclaimed Bob “Bullet” Boulter.
WRONG. As we set of towards the T-junction. Lynda “No meat”
Sharpe following the paper took the left road and streaks ahead. WRONG. Weed
Eater, Agent Orange, Don Reeves and too many other FRB’s
to mention oh and of course that Marathon wannabee Sebathtion found
the trail to the right, through the reeds. The trail then followed one a two
banana strewn path. Following this path somewhere in the middle of the pack Bo”Minus
10” Eskesen found a nail was stuck through his shoe and into his foot.
OUCH. Not a good Swedish stainless steel nail lamented Minus 10 after
the run. It was a rusty Thai one. Good job I had my tetanus shot. What a
wimpy Swedish attitude. Any good Finn worth his marks would have soaked his
foot in Vodka, decanted the brew and then treated his liver with the same
concoction. The rest of the pack forged ahead.
We ran through long grass around various blue netted
fish ponds following the pink paper and around three sides of a red roofing
tile bordered one. Clever this part of the trail. The bulk of the pack could
see the three side thing happening and hung back waiting for the front
runner to return to the fourth side of the pond, the one they were already
running down. WRONG. The FRB trail was tantalizingly close but… so
everyone, except The Bug of course, who by this time was probably
already back at the beer truck, had to run the three sides on paper.
I was behind the FRB’s who were breaking the
checks. Running around yet another fish pond, through the knee high grass,
past the white paper trail going to the left and blowing frantically on my
Acme Siren to alert those who had followed the white paper. WRONG. Then I
heard that most aggravating sound. “ARE YOU”.
Screamed out once too often by No Meat. I am sure she
practises getting that pure tone by dragging her finger nails down a black
board. Yes I’m (expletive) on I whisper on my breath that is why I have a
(expletive) sore throat and why my siren is overheating.
The next check bought the pack together as the trail
was along a klong, over a bridge and back down the other side of the klong.
MCH found it but most turned right and kept pace with him on our side of the
klong. “Bastard” said Noriega “ I bet the trail with go left about
half way to the next bridge” It
did not and we crossed over the klong to find BMH3 ON ON scratched in the
concrete. Along the road past
the mandatory garbage and the remnants of golf course maintenance equpment
past the ON IN and that was it. 40
mins of fast but good trails, dodging hanging bananas and protruding nails.
In the circle down downs went to of course the limping Minis 10 and then among the many, Kim “Jeena the Warrior?” McGrail.for drinking G and T in the circle. In the absence of George of the Jungle, Minus 10 as JM made his debut as RA. POW went unanimously to Bimbo’s alter ego Bimbee for getting thrown out of the Changmai Bunnies Hash the previous Saturday.
