Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers
Drinking and Running Since 1991
Hash Trash 1543 Grand Master – Skid Mark Haberdasher – Hot Nipples
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 1544
After the eating and drinking fest of Christmas Day what better antidote than a Boxing Day hash to address the balance of over indulgence. So Bushy Tail and Juicy Fruit stepped up to the plate to set today’s run. The location was in the San Khampheng area, a district favored by Bushy, about 20km from Promenada. It all started with certain degree of confusion, I suppose it wouldn’t be the hash otherwise, as the GPS coordinates sent those not following the signs, me included, to the incorrect A bucket. Even when I called Deep Throat to send me the right location, that also sent me to the wrong place. But I got there in the end, all part of the fun and games of the hash.
Once again about 30 hashers, including a few longtime returnees, gathered round for the hare brief; most of whom were sporting Santa hats maintaining the seasonal feel of this festive time of year. I can’t remember much about the hare brief – I’m fully aware; I must pay more attention to the briefs. Anyway, we all set off and it wasn’t long before we came to the first circle check which sent us into a forest and the start of an incline which wasn’t steep, but a long and arduous gradual slope which seemed to go no forever and proved to be extremely energy sapping. About halfway up, I stopped for a while leaning against a tree to catch my breath when I was passed by snail trail. She took great delight in reminding me of the time during the Lampang outstation where I was confronted by a herd of stampeding cattle, necessitating me to take spontaneous and evasive action by standing behind a tree to save myself from being trampled by the rapidly approaching bovines. Her recollection was of me hugging a tree. Whatever the case, I’m glad that tree was there.
The trail in the forest was very rocky and with every step, I could feel each and every stone making an imprint in the soles of my feet. After about 20 minutes of this terrain it was beginning to get quite painful. Going through a few circle checks and along many of the trails that crisscrossed the forest we descended onto a dirt road which was much kinder on the soles of ones feet. In comparison to the rocky trails in the forest, running along the dirt road was akin to running on bed of feathers.
The dirt road carried on for about 1.5 km when I came to a very ambiguous point where the wimp and Rambo trails met. It was difficult to see which direction to go in as there seemed to be arrows pointing in two directions. Somehow I managed to select the correct trail which carried on along for another 1 km, or so, through a few barbed wire fences and back to the A bucket. The run was about 6 km and it was just about getting dark when I finished, Great run, great workout, well done ladies.
As we are now at the end of December, I think it would be remiss of me if I didn’t take this opportunity to reflect quickly on the past year.
This time last year everything seemed to be quite normal. There were stories about a flu epidemic in China, but no one seemed particularly concerned as most years there is a new flu strain. We are all so aware of what happened next. If someone had written a science fiction novel depicting the scenario that transpired, no one could have got their head around such an unprecedented eventuality. This goes to prove that reality is much stranger than fiction. The whole world went into lockdown and we saw the last Pre Covid Saturday hash in March and if I remember correctly it was at Turkey’s Triangle. It wasn’t until July that we could start hashing again and for the first time in the history of CSH3 the AGFU had to be moved from 23rd of April to 11th July which saw Just Cumming giving way to Skid Mark to take over as GM of the CSH3. After that things kind of got back to normal with the exception that there have been very few visitors due to Thailand closing its borders. But there one or two committed hashers that faced the rigors of the mandatory two weeks quarantine so that they could join us, namely Belly Dancer, Pizza Shit and pig Shit. Another couple of points to mention is that CSH3 has now become the unofficial mushroom gathering society of Chiang Mai, with weekly reports in the CSH3 newsletter. The other point worth a mention is that Chuck Wao can control the weather. This past year has been an arduous and difficult year for everyone let’s hope in 2021 we can all get vaccinated and put the infamous year of 2020 behind us.
OnOn Stumbling Dyke …