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The
hare, Mega Proboscis Bastard, defined a new standard
for the BH3 run in conjunction with the 11th
Koh Larn Classic sailing and running race event at
the Royal Varuna Yacht Club in Pattaya. The wind gods
were kind and most hashers who competed in the Koh
Larn Classic "ching" were back on shore
in time to turn around and do the Hash. Speedboat
to and from the island. A bone-jarring ride (just
ask Rudi) in contrast to the comparatively genteel
sailing passage for some earlier in the day (the exception
being Uncle Ian whose Hobie had turned turtle). A
classic hash run. Live-hare, A to B starting from
the northern end of the island and ending at Hat Nuan
on the southern tip. A decent trail with smart checks
that demonstrated the athleticism of the hare... Paul
must have been oozing confidence after his 7-minute
head-start ahead of this lot. But BH3's finest
had a couple of runners up to the task. The
hare was actually caught after 50 minutes! These anonymous
champions of the art of hashing had sprinted ahead
of the pack as they flailed around at the second
check
(their persistent On-On calling going unheard it seems).
The hare laid the trail in under 1 hour, these elite
runners finished within moments, and the bulk of the
pack finished at about 1 hour 20 minutes. They had
all seen most of the scenery on the eastern side of
the island, visited the shooting range, flirted with
the hills, and run through cutting bush to feel they
had earned the final reward. The run finished on the
beach with the sun going down in the background, plenty
of iced beer and water waiting, bathing Bushmanettes
in view, enough hashers taking to the ocean to call
it pollution, and fond reminiscences of Desert Island
Derek… all this made for a memorable hash outing.
The circle, Technilink and Schenker sponsored run
shirt, and continuing boozy evening at RVYC were all
a compliment to the run... until hashers took over
the microphone. Captain Squall was noticed quietly
maintaining a presence (yeah, right!)
throughout, on leave from his loathsome commitments
on Koh Samui. The annual harassment of the naval Fifi’s
followed. Heath’s singing was missed. Yes, Heath was
missed! This was all going on about the same time
as the beloved OnSec woke up from his stupor and decided,
with help from a chuckling Pope, to try and lumber
this wily hasher with write-up duties. Expecting
someone to have been asked / appointed pre-run is
no longer a guarantee it is ever safe to speak civilly
with the Car Salesman. Remember this.
With the ability to argue sensibly long gone, it was
impossible to give and sustain the appropriate response
to such an approach at this late stage. For all I
know I could have signed for a new Jeep to be delivered
this week as well. This is an unfortunate trend.
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