Pattaya H3

PH3 Run 1773 Scribe

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As a result of the thunderstorm, which broke as I was just coming to the end of the run, this week’s report is likely to be a little on the short side.

The hares, TAMPAX and LOVE BOAT set a varied and interesting trail, the “jungle” section of which was particularly enjoyable. The route was well-papered, but suffered to some degree from repeated barbed wire obstacles.

By the time most people had got back to the A-site, the heavens had opened and hashers were seeking shelter underneath anything they could find. Some had come prepared with rain macs, while others had umbrellas and parasols. Others just improvised, which I am sure the photos will bear witness to. Of note was HARBOUR QUICKSTART, who sheltered underneath the food table along with a bowl of crisps and a can of coke. It was a perfect position for BJs as other hashers helped themselves to food from above her.

VV’s baguettes were still available along with the usual selection of beer and softies, but hashers were drinking watered-down versions as the rain got heavier. As many had already left using their own transport and the remaining stalwarts were starting to feel the chill, it was decided to run a short circle and get the f**k out of there.

As SIR FREE WILLY had made his escape, there was no Raffle. The main protagonists on the ice were the hares, for obvious reasons – they had failed to make sufficient contact with God to secure suitable weather for a circle. Other players included the Norwegians in celebration of their recent Olympic heroics and included SCAR W/2T'S, who now sports what he thinks are golden locks to represent their medal tally. Unfortunately, most of us thought the colour was closer to bright ginger, similar to the hair attached to the Scottish look-alike tam-o'-shanters sold in novelty shops.

Once WANK-KING’S WANKER had done his thing in the circle despite there not being anything to do and after LIBERACE's car had been freed from muddy captivity, we all piled into the waiting transport with extra beer and headed back to civilization.

A big thank you goes out to the Blue Heeler bar for accepting us at an earlier hour than expected and managing to find enough beer in the cellar to compensate for what was left in the coolers. The same high standard of fayre was served up as we have become accustomed to.

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