The day started ominously with a large downpour before the run. During the baht bus ride out to the run site (off of 331), the rain was coming down hard. Not an issue for us beerhunters though. We weren’t concerned about getting wet on the run.
Even with the onslaught of rain, a large group of runners/walkers showed up for the first circle, including a big group of hash visitors from Mauritius. . For some reason, about 15 of them were present. They were easy to spot as they were wearing bright yellow hash shirts from their 900th run. One of them was called out for new shoes and had to drink from it. Another surprise visitor was a fellow Texas hasher, Bacon Drippings, from Dallas. I haven’t seen her in a while, but always good to see her.
There was also a virgin hasher who was recognized.
After that, I was off with the beer hunters to our favorite hangout on highway 331. We needed two baht buses for today’s expedition. The impending rainstorm was likely a factor. We go there so often I’m surprised we don’t get a group discount!
I have no idea what the real trail was like although I gathered there was some confusion about the marks.. But I didn’t hear much grumbling about it so I guess the hares did a good job.
After we returned to the A site, we were provided a variety of snacks including gin and tonics and tequila. Yes, those are snacks too, but of the liquid variety.
There was also a buying frenzy of the latest PH3 hash T-shirts. Something Stupid couldn’t do sales before the run started because of the rain. So it was a madhouse after the runners returned from trail.
Lots of T-shirts were purchased, especially by the Mauritius mob.
I think almost everyone was pretty well lit by the time the second circle commenced.
Hash crash was awarded to Bacon’s drippings. She looked like she did a face plant on trail.
Scar called the hares on ice. The hares were The Wizard, Burley Chassis, Bring out the Gimp, and Matt Smith (the wizard’s son who was doing his second run with PH3).
A discussion ensued on how Burley Chassis got her name. Apparently, it’s a spoonerism of some obscure Welsh singer named Shirley Bassey. Who, you ask? I had to google her too. She’s famous for singing the theme song from 3 different James Bond movies in the early sixties. She’s still alive and pushing 90.. so now you know.. This is why I come to the hash: to learn shit..
Speaking of Burley Chassis, this was the first time I’ve seen her at an A site. It’s a rare occasion indeed, about as rare as snow falling in pattaya.
Raffle winners included The Wizard, Out of Order, Really Sadistic Bastard (RSB), Eating monster, and Happy Survivor. The Mauritius hashers supplied a couple of their own shirts as prizes.
Airhead took over the circle and iced the hares.
The Colonel Cornhole family was iced including the 3 daughters.
Returners CIA, out of order, and Gasman were iced.
The wizard was then awarded a special red shirt for appreciation of his contributions to the club.
Following that, the Mauritius mob was brought out to the circle. Four had to sit on the ice, and 2 had to go in the bucket.
Colonel cornhole was then given a 20 runs hared T-shirt. It’s been waiting for him for nearly a year, the last time he showed up at PH3.
There was then discussion by the wizard about a hash naming for his son. He suggested Jizz of the Wiz which was unanimously accepted by the circle.
Congratulations on your name Jizz! Believe me, it could have been worse.
Scar then called in all the people who went to Krabi for Mekong Indochina event. A lot of us had flown in from Krabi Monday morning. I’m guessing 7 or 8 of us.. By the way, the Krabi event was excellent. Well done to the committee! They did an excellent job. Next Indochina Mekong will be in Siem Reap (Angkor Wat) in November 2026.
Wanker of the week was awarded to Jizz of the Wiz
And the hash song was dirty old cow, which I’ve heard a few times before.
Overall, it was a very enjoyable day out! The rain before the trail didn’t dampen anyone’s spirits.
The baht bus I was on that returned to town was also memorable. One of the hashers on the bus won a bottle of whiskey in the raffle. The entire bottle was consumed by the passengers by the time we got into town.
On on bar was the Kubla bar where the staff supplied food and grog. Quite a few people showed up.
The long awaited rain storm finally made its appearance, but we were all at the Kubla bar by then.
Your humble scribe CIA