Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers
Drinking and Running Since 1991
Hash Trash 1549 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 1550
The, perfectly innocent, charcoal kilns located behind Mae Jo University was the location for today’s. run This A bucket always reminds me of something from Breaking Bad with sinister looking smoke emanating from what looks like some kind of makeshift stills. But as I’m sure you are all aware, looks are very often deceptive; especially in Thailand. Purple Fart and Crap Thai were the hares for today’s escapade. Yes indeed, we were in for a Crap Fart production.
Not long after I arrived, I was approached by Titty Smoker who came out with a cryptic sounding remark; implying I was good with figures. It transpired, he intends to do a runner and he was looking for someone to take over his duties as Hash Cash. I find the timing of his departure somewhat suspicious, as in the past he has shown more than a passing interest in Bitcoin. With Bitcoin now trading at about 5 times the value it was when he took over the post. A bit of creative hash casharry combined with a few dodgy Bitcoin trades would see him sitting on, the proverbial, pretty penny. So don’t be surprised when he returns from his holiday – which he purports to be taking to avoid the effects of the newly appointed pollution season – to see him driving a posh new truck. I hope, if this is the case, he has the foresight to get one with an automatic transmission as to save Skid Mark any embarrassment. The last time I remember Skiddy taking to the wheel of Titty’s car still gives me recurring nightmares of being catapulted out of the back of Mr Smoker’s truck. Skid Mark by his own admission said he hadn’t driven a vehicle with a manual gearbox for over 20 years. I’m sure all those riding in the back on that occasion would recall the incident with the utmost clarity. It’s an event which is indelibly etched on my mind, for certain.
Anyway back to the business of today’s shenanigans. The usual bunch turned out numbering about 30 in total. Crap Thai proceeded with the hare brief. I, inadvertently, was standing in close proximity to him and after quite some time Just Cumming realized that I wasn’t Purple Fart and inquired to the identity of the co hare. No one else seemed to have noticed. I suppose there is a similarity between us as we both share a similar fine hashing physique which can only be attained by living true to the pure ethos of hashing – A drinking club with a running problem.
We all set off into the forest and soon found ourselves running down the myriad of dry dusty trails that are typical of this area. After about 15 minutes I could see group of hashers in deep discussion as I got closer I saw that it was Superman and retinue along with Tip Toe. Superman had completed 2km and was turning back, but Tiptoe wanted to complete the entire run. He was in luck as I fully intended doing the whole run . All in all the run seemed pretty flat , but there was a deceptive incline a phenomenon none as false flat as I was reliably informed by Tip Toe. We carried on along some really good running trails through the dried up streams. Purple Fart said while they were setting the run they came across an area populated by thousands of butterflies fluttering around for all they were worth. Yet again one of those serendipitous moments you only get from hashing.
Soon we found our way back on the dirt road that would take us back to the A bucket. In total the run was just over 6km and took us about 1 hour 20 minutes. Excellent run guys and a great choice for the wings.
OnOn Stumbling Dyke…