I'd already been in Pattaya almost a week, but never feel quite back at home until I've been on the Monday run. Today was no exception and Free Willy made me feel even more comfortable by offering me that familiar seat in the bucket for doing up my laces outside of the circle, when I should have been taking more heed of his dulcet tones. Consequently, I took a little while to finish the laces, straighten myself out and get my frozen arse into gear. I passed most of the "runners" as I crossed the causeway at the start and was eventually amongst the familiar "athletes" at the front somewhere. That first section of the trail seemed to be nothing but thorns. Even the hashers started to look thorny, some more than others. It was nice to see Cabbage Flaps' happy, smiling face, a rose in amongst it all. On one check, I found myself at a corral full of cattle with GI Joe. At another point there was more cud-chewing with Ball Ringer. Towards the end, I came across one of those rare trees on which red arrows mysteriously appear on the bark.
We'd been warned in the circle at the beginning that there would be some unusual markings to follow and so it was. Fuck The Truth had apparently used up his week's cocaine allowance to mark a dubious-looking check towards the end. As I was by now fairly familiar with the territory around the lake, I was confident in getting back whichever way I chose and decided that running behind Tadpolehad decidedly better visual prospects than running behind Jello Butt.Amongst other occasions, I could remember the Chiang Mai Bunnies setting a run here for Nash Hash and also a confusing figure-of-eight affair laid by Spaghetti Head. This one was fairly short in length, a bit like Sheikh Meme, the other hare, but the terrain is very pretty and the A-site one of the most picturesque. Tadpole almost talked me into running it again, but common-sense and the prospect of starting early with the liquid refreshments made me see sense. Thanks you hares.
On on,
Karl (aka No More Cum)
The Circle:
The GM Free Willy calls the circle at 1845, just as Seaman Stains appears from those dark hills. Hares iced, a good run but too short, a great area except for the exercise music, MeMe a hero for getting Seaman Stains lost.
The raffle was dealt with by Seaman Swallow, lots of noisy hashers iced.
Anniversaries dealt with by the GM then the returnees, visitors and virgin as per the stats report.
Sheikh MeMe iced and had to explain about his drinking habits in TQ staying until 3 am and needing someone to carry him later into the night.
MeMe also iced along with Karamba for blatant Rule 6, hugging each other because of Karamba's latest divorce. Sir T4 was iced for having several senior moments lately as he nears pension age of 65. Espen Hansen was iced for yakking during the circle and for borrowing his friends girl for the evening. Turd Burglar iced along with Jogger for a gay relationship forming.
Bam Supannee took the circle and iced boyfriend Slippery Arse to see if his dick would shrink on the ice.
MeMe iced Mudcracker for wanting to know why the circle stands for these French speaking warriors yakking in a funny language all night.
Free Willy iced Odd-Job and his journalist friend to find out why the Norwegian Journalist was taking notes all day. He his apparently doing an article for a Pattaya magazine.
Jello Butt takes the circle and ices Karamba, Bottomless Pit, Hellboy and Seaman Stains to talk about marriage.
Hares F' The Truth and Sheikh MeMe on in for the hares song; Amazing Grace performed with deck chairs as bag pipes. The evening was finished off with the Hash Hymn, then it was on the bus to The renamed Outback Bar now named Boomerang Bar, you can't do anything wrong in their or it will come back to haunt you. Or as Quasimodo said "It started with a Cist"
See Y'all next week!
On On
Buri Ram Bullshit