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Run:- 2188, 1 December 2025
Location:- Bang Lamphu, Samsen Soi 2
Hare:- PMS

So here we were on the edge of the famous Khao San road. And not far from Klong Samsen which runs from the Chao Phraya river out east to the water ferry pier Pan Fa and away parallel to Petchaburi Road. Some 12 of us wondered where we were going to run. Nice to see Bullit's better half Nok 'BB Gun' and Mud Flap's better half 'Jump Start'. Malinee our madam GM was absent and the time approached. Maverick stepped in and after a lengthly explanation by Jim PMS our hare, off we ambled. The bright lights and buzz of Khao San beckoned.

We looked around for Eat Me and hopefully Noah 4x2 but where was she. She was supposed to be the co-hare. But it looks like we were wrong. Eat Me is the name of the restaurant.

PMS had gone to great lengths to explain what he had done and where. There would be a beer stop right on the river. There would be many many chalk marks. But not enough for Booby. He took the wrong turn at the first check and apart from a glimpse in the far distance we never saw him again. But he did manage to do the trail. In true Booby fashion he complained that no one had broken the checks and that we had drunk all the beer by the time he got to the beerstop

Nigerian and Mud Flap junior rocketed away up front into the moonlight. Being FRB's they of course are blind and every now and then appearing out of the back streets stumbling to re-find the trail and asking for the way.

The trail led away northern into streets and small alleys ending up on the road to the Rama 8 bridge. Thankfully we did not cross it. We turned south and progressed alongside the river. And then we found the beer stop. It was an excellent location sitting right on the riverside. And excellent hosts: a young French man wearing a yellow wig that khun Nok wanted to take home, but bullet objected as he was jealous of the wig. '"I wear the wig in this family" he roared. And a lovely Dutch girl that mudflap wanted to take home. There would have been hell to pay from Jumpstart.

After a leisurely drink of beer it was away again. Now we were to see the lights and pretty young tourists that live in this part of town. They come out as the sun goes down and prowl around the side streets looking for enlightenment. They sit in groups deep in conversation about who influences who and how to create interesting fake news and become very rich without actually working. We head into ram buttri alley, across chakrabongsi road then in darkness over a small bridge over the sam sen canal back to the beer.

Jumpstart found some good seats and spent the evening playing musical chairs. Spinning dwarf played his great music in the background. PMS had found a good parking location and no doubt it will be used again.

This time a correct committee member JM, tinker, stepped in to take the circle. Booby was co-opted to help him remember what to do. Mudflap junior was a new boot. But his dad had to pay, the British army don't pay much. Nigeria as RA did a fantastic job with mudflap getting prick of the week, and jumpstart rushing in to adorn him with the silvery organ hoping this would enliven the later evening.

Then on to the eat me restaurant where PMS being a very practical person (must be his US peace corp background) asked that we all order our own meals and also pay for them. He would buy the beers. A fantastic idea and worked well. We actually (and usually) enjoyed our meals. Perhaps we should do this more often.

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