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                          Chiangmai Saturday Hash House Harriers

                                 Drinking and Running since 1991

                                             Hash Trash # 1525

Grand Master – Skid Mark                                       Haberdasher – Juicy Fruit

Historian & Awards Master – Superman       Hash Cash – Titty Smoker

Joint Master – Just Cumming                               Beer Monster – Deep Throat

Religious Advisor – Chuck Wao                          Hare Raiser – Bushy Tail

Deputy Beer Monster – Sheep Shagger           On Sec. –  Stumbling Dyke

 

Run 1526

Today’s run was courtesy of Superman and Bangkok. The location was just adjacent to Grand Canyon at an A bucket favored by Superman which he referred to  as ‘Superman’s Dog Leg’. With the sheer amount of hashes run in and around Chiangmai every year, it’s a given that we will use particular A buckets on a repeated basis. So I like the idea of of naming these sites. For example we have Turkey’s Triangle, the Hex Shelter and, of course, the HRA Shelter, to name but a few. It makes is so much easier when looking up the run location to have these points of reference  rather than  following, sometimes, ambiguous directions and inconspicuous signs, only to arrive at  a run site to  realise you have been there on numerous occasions before.

Around 30 regulars, I wasn’t aware of any visitors today, assembled for the hare brief. Mr. C Wao, our resident RA, graced us with favorable climactic conditions although there was a high level of humidity which, I suppose, is only to be expected at this time of year. We set off with the majority going in completely the wrong direction as Superman had made the A bucket the first circle check. This was very much to the consternation of Chuck Wao who vented his disapproval, in no uncertain terms, at this act of skulduggery on behalf of the hares. Having said that, Deep Throat told me, in confidence, that he and  a few of the FRBs had been ‘tipped the wink’ by sources unnamed – I think you can guess who – as to the correct direction to take. Allowing them to get off to a flying start.

Eventually, everyone was on the right course taking us into a wooded area, loose stones underfoot etc. the usual terrain. Then we started to ascend. Not a particularly steep incline, but with the fore mentioned humidity, I was soon drenched in sweat.

I’m a hasher who usually finds himself bringing up the rear of the pack, so you you are unlikely to to get any in depth technical dissection or  analysis of any run from these musings. They come, most definitely, from the perspective of someone at the tail end. That means, I usually find myself among the mushroom gatherers. I find it mind boggling how they detect these edible fungi. It’s as if they have some kind of inbuilt mushroom radar, Snail Trail and Tequila Slammer in particular. I could do that run 10 times and not spot any. Suffice it to say, today’s run provided them with an abundance of the little edible gnome houses.

As I was just about at the top, catching my breath. I looked  behind me and  saw someone, fair old, romping up the hill. It was Comes Anytime who had appropriately come late. She passed with a smile and proceeded at a rapid rate of knots putting me to shame,  having said that, she is less than half my age and body mass, for that matter. Oh, the exuberance of youth.

After reaching the top we were taken along a ridge for a while and then started our descent taking us through a kicked out circle check and onto a dirt road. I carried on a little further coming to another kicked out circle which I thought took us into another wooded area, but I had inadvertently stumbled across paper from another run. I wasn’t the only to be caught out by the old paper as I soon ran into Chatterbox, Sin Bin and Comes Anytime who were all looking perplexed and lost as they realised they were on the wrong trail too. Everything to me looked all too familiar and I knew exactly where we were, so I assured them I knew which way to go. But Sin Bin seriously questioned my judgement, he was to be put on ice later. On the other hand, Comes Anytime had every faith in me. We carried on for a few hundred meters and bumped into Square Rooter who was coming in on the trail we should have taken. The trail then soon took us to the OnIn and back to the A bucket.

For today’s outing, I clocked up just over 4 km and it took me just over an hour, another great run guys.

OnOn – Stumbling Dyke