Belly teamed with his favourite co-hare for a run near Ob Kham. Not the run site they’ve used before, but just around the corner… After hearing about the brutality of Monday, I guessed it would be a tamer affair, so checked in earlier in the week and was told it was ‘kid-friendly’, and encouraged to let Matty (Terror Byte) & Danny (8-Bit) out on the run for almost the first time.
We set off with my boys setting the early pace, until Brownie and I swept past into some horticultural centre. A couple of checks had the pack stuck together. Then there was a good check that had me way off course to the right, while the trail went up the hill to the left. I followed Stumbling Dyke up the hill as Terror Byte was already fading behind. Another circle check, and everyone milling around. Nobody wanting to check down a steep hill, and most going up. I followed Taste My Buns down, and sure enough we were on.
Definition – “Kid Friendly” – a run that is safe and fun for kids of all ages – in the hope they get motivated to continue hashing in the future!
The trail descended into a treacherous gully, I was sliding down clinging from tree to tree. I don’t think anyone survived without falling. It wasn’t long before I was bleeding from my middle finger. It wasn’t any definition of friendly that I know. Tasty Buns reassured me that it would be easier for the kids – they are closer to the ground right? Damnit… Nowhere I can go anyway – we’re in a single person gully, trying to stop falling more quickly down.
At the bottom Gorf and I hit the road, I went right, he went left. I could hear the screams and wails on the descent, hoping it wasn’t my boys. I was expecting the trail to go to the right, but sadly it went left. It was going to be up a steep mountain – I knew it had to go over the top to get into the valley the other side. We were 30 minutes in, heading up hill away from the A bucket. I turned back to find the kids. Not far back 8-Bit was walking along with Knockout. He was battered, bruised and bleeding, but in high spirits – perhaps because of Knock Out for company? Further back on the trail, there was Matty who’d picked up Snail Trail and Baaabe. There I was worried, and the boys were busy picking up older women?! Excellent Hashing Behaviour!
Probably more of a male hash than a Saturday hash – I can guess the other half of the trail, and in other circumstances it would have been a good one. OnOn.
Posted in Blog, CSH3 - Saturday, CSH3 - Write Ups
Tagged 8-Bit, Anything, Baaabe, Belly Dancer, Gorf, Knock Out, Snail Trail, Stumbling Dyke, Terror Byte
What do you expect from Skiddy, particularly when he picks a factory out in San Kampaeng rice field country? As I pulled into the runsite the rain started, and it continued through the harebrief and out onto the run where Snail Trail set off with an umbrella! Along the road for a long way before we saw paper dripping, hanging off a tree – was this how the run would be? Finally the rain eased and we paddled our way through muddy paddy fields – Chuckie was hating every minute, while Piggy was like a Pig in Shit, running along ahead.
Various checks passed, and at each I found myself either checking the wrong way, or slipping and sliding my way along behind. The run hinged on a single check that must have wasted 15-20 minutes. Over a little bridge and a circle check that had hashers spread out across yet another rice field. Chuckie and I checked the less obvious options before the bridge, while HRA found paper in a trail, but lacking confidence in a senior moment decided not to call it and to carry on checking instead… Finally we called Skiddy and with some inside information we got back on trail.
Finally we hit some nice running trail, and it was enjoyable briefly, until we we back into the paddy fields scrambling through the scratchy weeds that have grown in the off season. The lead swapped around and at one point I found myself on the wrong side of a canal that was too far to jump or paddle. Fortunately there was a way across a bit further up, and I lucked out with the checks. Trail difficult to spot in the rice fields as the hare used up all his leftover papers and that brought us all back together shortly before the On-In. I didn’t see the On-In as I took a detour to avoid yet another balance beam.
Could have been a much nicer run without the rain, and without HRA thwarting our efforts!
So, Snail Trail had the genius to send the housekeeper away so Skiddy had to set the run… Skiddy sent Frozen Dick & Humperdick out to find a new area for the CH3 1000th run, and then promptly stole the runsite for this run… Nice effort! A good run site, and nice shelter overlooking a pleasant lake, if only there was accommodation, we could have stayed over for an outstation!
We got let loose and at the first circle check I decided to climb the steep mountain to the right, rather than the obvious little trail that went straight on – it was only my first mistake, getting down the cliff was harder than climbing up it. I got back with the group, and quickly got another check wrong. Things weren’t clicking for me early on.
Chasing back from another wrong check, None of Your Business and I got attacked by a swarm of bees. Damn it! Semen Soars was also screwing everything up, and finally I got to a circle that was being checked left and right. There seemed to be a way through the forest straight on, and at last a bit of luck as there was some paper hanging there. I’d got something right, and at just the right time as the trail had to start turning left and back towards the A.
A hash of 2 parts, from then on I nailed everything, with Patrick trying to chase me down in between each check. I even picked the Skiddy Check leaving Patrick to go in search of sticks while Turkish, Square Rooter and I carried on. Finally we got to the base of the dam, and there was a cute little trail that climbed up the side to the OnIn on the dam. Great run on some new trails.
Hmmm… Square Rooter, and he’s setting the run from part way up Doi Suthep mountain… it isn’t going to be a flat run… And my car is in the garage… I’m superhuman right? Surely I can ride my bike up the mountain and then do the hash and then ride it down again? Right? yeah right…
I got to the A bucket about 5 minutes before the hare brief, and my legs were already very wobbly – it’s been too long since I’ve ridden the bike, and I’d forgotten just how steep the bottom part of the mountain is. It was also about 2 minutes before the storm started, and sure enough by the time we set off on the run, we were already drenched – apart from Snail Trail, who decided to take an umbrella with her.
The ‘Rambos’ did an extra little loop down the road, just to add a bit more climbing back up to where we rejoined the Wimps very quickly. A check and the FRBs were on their way up, only to quickly get to another Wimp/Rambo split. Bah, it’s got to be the Rambo, although we know what that involves… I set to it and carried on climbing, in the pouring rain, with “On On” calls being drowned out by the pitter patter.
It kept going up, but by now my legs had got into the mode, and I just kept climbing… Eventually we got to a check and I figured he hadn’t punished us enough yet, so kept going on up – up round the corner and out of earshot. Square Rooter sets long checks sometimes, so I kept going, and tried along a little trail to the left – which would surely head back towards the road? Who knows, I slipped around on the side of the mountain for quite a while before I eventually found my way back to a trail, with paper on it, but no hashers and no calls. Well it was raining… I stumbled down as best I could, trying to go easy on the ankle, until I found Square Rooter coming the other way. The bastard told me which way to go to finish the trail, even though we must have been about 100m away from the cars – when I finally got back, he was beaming about his little joke.
Not a bad run, but I enjoyed riding the bike down the mountain a lot more than the way up!
What a week!!! Having GM’d my first CSH3 circle and political drama of the week (no offense guys), I was really looking forward to a Sunday bunny run where I knew I would get to dress-up, drink wine and eat! My only pre-run regrets being that I would miss the CH4 run where those young, male Bahrain Black H3 visitors were sure to be. Lo and behold, the American military guys and their fun female companion had been courted into attending CBH3. Lucky us!
Nearly 5pm, and no sign of the hares in the hot, hot sun. Before the run even began I was dousing myself in ice water trying to find a way to cool down – perhaps it had something to do with the blushing songtao ride with all those young men!
The hares arrived freshly showered and in clean clothes – always a good sign that things had gone according to plan. I had explained to the boys in the songtao that a bunny “run” is often just a walk through the village – or at least it usually has been since I started with the ladies. “So, you mean we’ll be the FRBs then?” they asked. “Yes,” I replied and was sure it was true until we started the run and heard their immediate complaints about the strenuous Lanna hash the day before and how Bahrain doesn’t have hills and how they usually have shorter 2km runs etc. etc. etc. – Wimps!
Marilyn Manho kept the pace, however, with his mates close behind. At a circle check just over a rickety bridge, I took pause before crossing to let the men go and check. Anything and Snail Trail soon arrived and I kindly suggested that perhaps the On was on THIS side of the river bank. The two ladies headed off to take a look while I stayed put. Hehehe… evil strategy moment #1. Unfortunately for Anything and ST, Free Milk called ‘On’ across the bridge and we headed away from the hills and into the village.
There was certainly a lot of tarmac, but still a good run indeed with interesting checks and random connecting trails through the ‘jungle’ near the Superman / Superbitch / Pamela / Geisha Gash residences. A messy spray of powder at a V-check had our visitors, and the rest of us, confused when they called ‘Checkback’ in two different directions. After running back and forth, we headed up into the ‘hills’ where the hares had put a Wimp / Rambo split – The Rambo just being a typical 5km run that is. Several people behind had cut across the hills to catch-up to the FRB’s and didn’t see the split thus accidentally ventured out onto the Rambo run. Geisha Gash finally realized it and turned back, yet somehow the FRB’s made it to the ‘A’ before the Wimps (!!!) with Foxy Cleopatra putting in a particularly exceptional effort.
Lots of fun in the circle as our visitors sang new songs with harmonious enthusiasm. I’m hoping to remember a few of them for the CSH3 (???). After the circle we were off to that place where Foxy did a chair dance that one time – then back to The Hash Pub and onto Loi Kroh…erm… I think I finally found some people that can keep up with my drinking, because I didn’t head home until 5am!!! (And am certainly paying for it today… anyway – good times. Until next month..
Snail Trail was the hare, but when the run directions appeared it was clear she didn’t have much to do with it! The runsite was the same as Skiddy’s recent male hash and after hearing complaints from those who crawled through his tunnel of love the first time he decided to send us through it twice this time.
Everyone was early – except Big Top and Dogshit who had gone to the restaurant rather than to the runsite! After standing around for a bit, we set off and I led the way through the tunnel crawl. With Kwazi behind I was able to check in 2 directions before anyone else emerged from the tunnel. Sadly they were the wrong directions and not for the last time I was running around in circles and overtaking Doggie as Robin Banks led the pack. Sure enough we were heading the reverse as the previous run, but most times rather than going right and left, we’d go left and right, if that makes sense. Check out the map, I was all over the place.
Finally we locked in on the old trail, and wary for Skiddy sticks I was looking down the side trails. I spied some paper off to the right – Damn! it was old paper from Sups’ run. But it had to be coming up soon – sure enough at the next junction, I turned right and was on the true trail. Unplugged and Mr. Poo didn’t want to trust me, so they followed Humperdick to the skiddy sticks. Ha! I was locked in following the previous trail back to the rice fields, across the rice fields.
Then I remembered a little scramble trail that Skiddy had used before – surely he’d do it again? Damn it! I got torn up and was stuck in the middle of nowhere when half the pack overtook calling on on from the road nearby, with no easy way of me getting back. Back through the tunnel and beer time. Lots of excellent checks and another good set.
Posted in Blog, CH4 - Sunday, CH4 - Write Ups
Tagged Big Top, Dog Shit, Humperdick, Kwazi Moto, Mr Poo, Robin Banks, Skid Mark, Snail Trail, Unplugged
After Cool Ball’s epic outstation run, we struggled to assemble for a hangover run – hopefully Redundant Semen wouldn’t punish us too much… Heading out of the resort the legs were sore. We headed down the hill behind the resort, and I was dreading the fact we’d have to climb up again.
It was the ladies leading the way with Anything, Unplugged and Snail Trail. When they got to a V check, Anything took off on the more obvious trail to the right, while Snail Trail and Unplugged wanted me to do the dummy run left. Screw that, I took off after Anything, and was pleased to get the next 2 checks right – pleased because it led us speedily back to the resort, the beer, and a very brief circle.