Well, we've hashed in this area before but every time we come back there is more and more construction and this run was no exception with all the roads torn up and lots of houses being built. No wonder we have to keep going further out of town for our runs.
Having said that, the A site was a lovely park like area with plenty of mature coconut palms where we had plenty of room for parking, private circles, and dope dens. Hare F-king Dog warned us to leave no f-king garbage behind, (he apparently knew the owner of the land) down downs for Robbing Bastard's virgin and his new shoes from GM Seaman Stains and we're off!
Great scenery, lots of hills and wats, nice breeze everyone keen to go and then, 200 mtrs in, the shit hit the fan. A check with no f-king paper! Pandemonium, confusion, FRB's running around in circles for 15 minutes till one of the cracks (probably shopping for fruit) found paper and we're off again. The usual stuff, cassava, pineapple, eucalyptus plantations, soft sand but mercifully not too many hills. Lots of On On's from the last half of the pack, none from the FRB's, lots of checks, and everyone survived, even me and WW2 who was doing his 313th run. On On big fella!
Circle time, some anniversaries, returnees, leavers and in with Emperor Airhead who Iced the hares and released them when it was discovered that everyone liked the run. New Hash names for a couple of people, Postman Licks Twice, Torpedo Tits, Pit Bull, all the usual raunchy choices the PH3 is famous for.
Master of Music, Redcoat, flies in to Thailand all the way from Skegness, England (with his right hand man Bluenose) to sing us a song called Boring Blow jobs. Talk about dedication.
In with Sir Chicken F-ker who ices a couple of visiting Hashers from Taiwan who were desperately in love till our keen eyed Sir CF notices the male hasher has a tatoo “I Love George” on his butt. Continuing on in his Cupid impersonation, Sir CF notes it is Scary Pussy's birthday and tries to set her up with her husband for intimate encounters of the scary kind.
Redcoat again, (from Skegness, remember) sings us a classic rendition of “Ha Roi Your Vagina”, Seaman Stains with the Hash Hymn and all and sundry retired to the Beer Truck.
Another good run.
On On
Kee Mah