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Social Saturday 7th April (A Day out at the Beach)
Sign up at the Scandi Bar 1300 hrs for a 1330 bus departure to the
Beach some 18 kms south of Pattaya. I arrived ahead of the beer truck
where Spaghetti Head was waiting to guide me in reverse
down the near vertical entrance to the beach (I spent the rest of the
day wondering if myself and Rottweiler would be spending
a romantic night on the beach if I couldn’t get back up the hill). Flying
Frog with his girls had the food stall set up and ready to
fire up the BBQ. The beer truck arrived next with the eagerly awaited
cold refreshments for those of us who had made our own way out to the
beach. But where was the bus? Surely our Grand Master Boy George
hadn’t got the bus lost? Then hashers started appearing walking down
the beach from the Pattaya direction, apparently Boy George
had missed the HHH sign at the top of the intended Soi so they drove
down the next Soi, but this kind of thing does not bother the Pattaya
Hasher when they are out to enjoy themselves. Karamba
and Sir Fossil appeared with their black canine friends who
immediately took to the water and then decided to spray everybody with
water and sand, Boy George soon got the dogs under
control by taking them into the water for a little cuddle or two, I am
not certain who enjoyed this most, George or the dogs,
anyway enough about Boy George’s Fetish. The weather
was beautiful, the only problem being the shortage of shade, the
umbrellas we had were a great help but there weren’t enough of them
so the Village people decided to do a round trip to Lotus to purchase
some extra umbrellas but the time they took I’m sure they got
diverted whilst in the vicinity of the rifle range! Sir Airhead
appeared a good hour or so after the bus and speedily recruited the
ladies to blow up his own personal yellow rubber doll floating
support, though in time too much weight took it’s toll on the
floater and it eventually went down on him! (Isn’t this the deluxe
model?). Most people now full of the Amber nectar took to the water
and there were quite some amazing sights, the girls in their bikinis
and the men in whatever they were wearing at the time. Sir Fossil
was proving that the Theory of Relativity was really true, Ewok
proving for once and for all that the earth is not flat. I was a
founder member of “The Flat Earth Society” it costs 10 dollars to
join and you got your money back if you fell off the end of the earth!
Anyway I thought the girls all looked great, Boy George
didn’t take much notice though as he was training his canine
friends. Anal
Breadfruit did a good job of fetching the beer if you needed
one. It was a great relief when the sun started to go down, myself and
Seagull Shit could finally come out from under the
towels. I decided to join Streaker, Airhead
and the Village people who were chewing the fat in the water, but I
floated out passed them against the tide and was renamed Moby
Clit for the day. The food stall was kept busy because of the
excellent BBQ provided by Flying Frog and his staff. Chicken
Fucker had made sure there was plenty of liquid refreshment
available, so all in all it turned out to be an excellent day out for
the 60 or so hashers who had turned up for this first social event,
Lets have many more I say! Our thanks go to Boy George, Chicken
Fucker and Seaman Stains for organising this
event. To Spaghetti Head for patrolling the beach all
week making sure the beach was clean and tidy. To Flying Frog
and his staff for the excellent food. Lastly to the girls in their
bikini’s who kept us from falling asleep in the sun, and of course
the two dogs who gave our Grand Master such a memorable day to
remember. Looking forward to the next social event, On On
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