(Courtesy of Belly Dancer)
Considering we are in the depths of wet season – BMY had found a location with not one but 3 potential shelters (none were needed as it stayed dry) – and while Doi Saket my feel like an outstation – it only took 30 mins from Hang Dong on the Middle Ring Road. I am beginning to fear my ‘Birthday Ball Busta’ has left lasting scars on those fearless enough to survive it – Skiddy with his already insane passion for wobbly bridges and water – just look at the CH4 300 (later adjusted to 360) – evil tunnels of slime, and now today the apprentice Marquis de Sade decided that he too would make the run ‘special’!
Sadly – considering the obvious amount of effort scouting and laying a run of this ‘quality’ a small band turned up and if it wasnt for some of the guys having athletic girlfriends – it would have been a sorrowful turn out. So to the run – BMY gave us the briefest of hare briefs, completely ommiting key information which would cost the FRB’s dearly! On out we set off – perhaps some 500m we came to a X-check – trails left and right were good but knowing the cunning nature of BMY I took the straight on trail. Less than 60m in the trail literally fell off a 70m cliff into a creek, so with my vertigo I encouraged HRA to press on further – and so did BMY who by now was manavolently hovering by the check. The check had been designed to dunk Chuck Wao [next time hide the other paper as CW runs on any obvious trail] – but CW had headed right and was content with stealth running while HRA was praying not to get that wet – alas for BMY – CW finally called On – or it may have been Get’s Wet and off we headed off in earnest while BMY sulked back to finish laying the run.
Behind me came a great crashing noise – breaking of branches and I turned to see Humperdick surging towards me – having got lost en route to the run he had done a steller job in catching us up.
BMY clearly must have spent many hours searching for trails with stickers, pot holes and shiggy for us to appreciate and through this we headed – as CW had got such a head start he was trapped by BMY’s next CW trap – the Skiddy stix! [-not mentioned in the hare breif] – it must have been a good 300m and the look of utter confusion and disgust on his face as the pack caught me would have made our sadistic hare grin with glee. I found the true trail which led us through more shiggy, steep embankments and onto a very cunning check accross a small stream. The FRB’s of course raced over the water but gut feel suggested BMY had no intention of heading that way. Get’s Wet and Hollow Legs found the paper 46.5m from the circle and the FRB’s had the fun of trying to cross the chasm to catch us. On up we headed to an even trickier check – BMY had hidden the paper behind some water tanks a mere 30m from the circle and the check had the pack searching everywhere until Get’s Wet found the paper. Some good runable trails before BMY had us climbing. I’m sure he knew I’d enjoy it – and I did – the view at the crag on top was stunning – even more so after Knockout helped remove the insect from my eye!
Muk was trailing, so Knockout, Sleep On It and me stuck together and we only again saw the FRB’s on the summit circle check which brought us nicely back together. The down hill horror loomed and the it was a quest for survival as with FRB’s long gone, Kwazi deciding that he saw the laager so was off to trim a tad off the run and Hollow Legs wanted to tumble down the hill, leaving me with the ladies. I wasnt complaining – hashing is about enjoying the scenary – and I did!
BYM voice came from no-where near the base of the mountian and he was having a Schadenfreude moment watching us descend- at 90 mins he was telling me it was 1/2 way but no water or beer – I for a moment was cursing him. Then he offered the girls a short cut and while I needed the longer run practice for next weeks eXtreme Monkey in Pattaya, I decided that staying with the girls made better sense.
The circle started with an account of how stupid HRA had been (again) – knocking out the last circle and laying paper in the wrong direction. Somehow he still managed to come in first – to Chucky’s disgust no doubt and Get’s Wet excelled for the ladies.
The circle was intimate and fun – with BMY continuing his sadistic pleasure of icing everybody but we were too tired to deprive him of his moment of glory. Muk was awarded the female wings by HRA (nepotism or was it insurance to get his leg over?) and Chucky got the male wings. On into town a few of us headed and for a moment I thought I was having fun on a male hash!
Good effort BMY – thanks for a enjoyable training run and I hope more will return to enjoy ‘Happy Hashing’!