Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers
Drinking and Running Since 1991
Hash Trash 1548 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 1549
Huai Lan reservoir in Sankamphaeng was the location for today’s run with Turkish being the orchestrator of proceedings. Around 30 of the usual suspects turned out for what the Turk had in store for us. I can’t remember much of the hare brief; other than Turkey telling me that the Rambo trail was perfectly within my capabilities. We set off from the A bucket, first running along the dam wall which in its self was over half a km; it didn’t look that far, but straight line distances can be deceptive. Sloppy Rod tried to predict which direction we might be taken in. After a short period of pontification he soon gave up; as he said trying to get into the psyche of Turkish would require a mind far superior than his.
After crossing the dam we turned right and carried on up the road for half a km, or so, until we came to the wimp – Rambo split. I opted for the Rambo trail following Snail Trail, Juicy Fruit and Always on Top. At this point we weren’t that far from the FRBs as they could be heard quite clearly in front of us. We ran along the multitude of trails that criss cross the forest in this area. It wasn’t long before we came to the uphill part of the run, which actually wasn’t too bad, but we did lose the trail when we got to the top of the hill. We called OnOn to locate the trail, but the FRBs were far too ahead of us to hear.
Eventually we located the trail taking us down the mountain through a small temple area with a Buddhist shrine where there were a couple of women selling food; they didn’t look to be doing much trade . I was at this point following Snail Trail and Juicy Fruit who were taking things at a very sedate and leisurely pace stopping frequently to take pictures of the local flora and obviously taking time out for the odd selfie or two. We carried on until we came to a dairy farm populated with about 100 cattle. As we passed this herd of lactating bovines, I could see that something wasn’t quite right. I was under the impression that any Chiang mai hash that encounters cattle on any trail, must be directed to an unavoidable area of semi liquid cow shit with a depth of no less than 1 imperial foot. As much as I looked, the area was, very much, devoid of nature’s, very own, organic fertilizer. This must be a first.
We carried on down a trail where we could see some pretty ferocious looking dogs, but thankfully we able to avoid them as we soon realized we had been sucked down a false trail. We carried on uneventfully for the last 1.5 km ,or so. We soon found ourselves back at the dam and consequently the A bucket. I clocked up over 6.5km for the run taking us a colossal 1 hour 45 minutes which in turn made the circle late starting.
As the circle started late it soon got dark and it wasn’t long before we were subjected to the rustling of leaves which built up into a strong wind this could only mean one thing – heavy rain was imminent. Were we to see the 100% rain free Saturday hash broken?. Our illustrious R A, Chuck Wao, looked under great strain as he tried to abate the inevitable. A few tentative drops of rain were felt which soon turned, very quickly, into a deluge with the ambient temperature dropping what seemed to be 15 degrees or so. This wasn’t the night to be riding a motorcycle, I can tell you.
I want to plead a case of mitigation on behalf of our R A, The Honorable Chuck Wao, in regards to his rain suppression remit. Had the circle started on time and not waited for us stragglers. The G M could have conducted a circle of about 50 minutes before the rain started. So as far as I’m concerned his 100% rain free record still stands.
OnOn Stumbling Dyke.