Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers
Drinking and Running Since 1991
Hash Trash 1546 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
In life nothing is certain, especially living as an expat in Thailand, so it’s not such a bad idea to have a plan B up your sleeve as you can never tell what mystery situation might be lurking around the corner. This contingency was never more appropriate than for today’s run. This weekend should have seen us hashing along pristine virgin trails and running among the beautiful and spectacular mountains of the Doi Chang district of Chiangrai. But once again Covid reared its ugly head putting pay to our long awaited outstation. Never to be down hearted, Skid Mark and Sin Bin rolled out their own plan B setting a last minute alternative run in the more familiar San Kampheang area .
The A bucket for today’s outing was at the Bang Pong resort. There was a good turnout of over 30 of the regular suspects. I suppose this being one of very few opportunities where social drinking could be indulged in, with all the bars and restaurants being banned from selling alcohol at this time. Turkish turned up, albeit late for the run, with Chaing Rai Outstation T- shirts which showed a remarkable resemblance to the Arsenal shirt of the early 1970’s. For all US or Australian hashers, Arsenal is a football team from London.
Skid Mark gave the hare brief, with brief not necessarily being the operative word ,I don’t think anyone took any notice of a word he said, as a certain degree of confusion ensued for the first 10 minutes of the run. Everyone was running round like headless chickens at this initial stage. We eventually found ourselves in an orchard area where there was a ladder leaning against a tree with some kind of animal skin stretched out over it. I hope we hadn’t disturbed some kind of Black Magic ritual or something. It all looked very creepy. After what seemed ages the wimp trail was located, but try as we might no one could seem to find the Rambo Trail. As far as I was aware at the time everyone took the wimp trail.
Although the wimp trail wasn’t very long, only about 3.5 km, it took us along some interesting trails. We ran past what I can only assume is the residence of the German attaché to San Kamphaeng as we went by a place surrounded with railings painted in the black, red and gold of the German flag and some pretty fierce looking dogs in the garden too. That behind us we carried on down a plethora of dirt trails and up to the dam. When we reached the top we immediately descended the incline we had just struggled up. This is the point where I was spotted by one of the Thai teachers I work with. I don’t really mix my work and hashing life. As a teacher I am expected to express the persona of a person of high moral integrity and as I’m sure you can all understand a good hasher is the total antithesis of that demeanor. So I’ve always thought it’s better to keep the 2 lifestyles separate.
After the dam we carried on for another 5 or 6 hundred meters and back the resort. As I previously mentioned the run was just over 3 and a half km and took less than an hour. At the end I discovered some of the youthful contingent had found the Rambo trail, so well done those guys and good last minute haring from Skid Mark and Sin Bin.