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#1195 27th May, 2000
Hare:
The
Bug
Runsite:
Wat
Yai
to Farm
Aung
Thong
The
newsletter published a start time of 4:45PM from
Farm Aung Thong restaurant. This caused some consternation
whilst waiting till 5PM at the designated carpark
on the wrong side of the river. No ferry boat came.
This part of the plan was forgotten apparently,
as The Bug phoned the Silver Fox on his mobile to
ask where he and everybody else was. To help pass
the time, the assembled masses were reminiscing
about The Bug’s previous exploits involving the
arrangement of hash boats. Then suddenly, at 5.02PM
according to The Bug, the restaurant boat appeared
with the other half of the pack already aboard.
Straight off to Wat Yai.
An A to B. What should be familiar territory to
most did not really look that familiar to many on
the day. It is a fairly long run through a good
bit of country. We know this. The direction changes
frequently on this trail. We know that too. Some
of the checks were reasonably challenging. A surprise
for some. Front runners, doing what they do, came
back past the pack from the back more than a couple
of times. Even shortcutters like the Pope are rumoured
to have actually run… and also to have gone a long
way round to reach B. Avoiding a bridge, or not
finding it, Mr Ed took a swim in the deep end of
a decently wide khlong…. and had to be helped out
by the 804-run man himself, Bullet. Bridges are
interesting in this area. No breakages reported
this day. Some hashers strayed into unknown territory.
Snowy was dropped by the pack. Bullet and Rottweiler
claimed not to have been lost. Mid-run they simply
followed a path well-known to Bullet and used in
previous trails. This would link back to paper which
was off on a loop along roads. Little did they know
it had become seriously overgrown. Heavy duty stuff.
Their epic recovery was at the expense of all their
energy. They would never see the pack on the trail
again. But they were never lost. Relatively cool
conditions as dusk closed in made it pleasant running/walking
in.
Fourteen visitors from
the South Side Hash in HK all made it to B. One
is getting married next week. That is why they all
came to Thailand. Makes sense. The phantom hash
Toy Boy, Greg, was amongst that number. He actually
lives here, but prefers their company. They all
seemed almost too well behaved when the circle started
in the dark. Destroyed by Thursday’s Dirt in Pattaya
was the explanation. That is where HAGS also fell
and cracked a rib – an injury that will keep him
out of action for a couple of weeks.
The GM gave the hare a
"good run" or something to that effect.
Bullet received his 800th run mug, and
Gus his 400th. That’s a lot. The Old
Communist was in as a returner with Paul Loke. Paul
had been south of the border, the Commie in Blighty.
He (the Commie) endeared himself to the GM when
he had something scathing to say about the dreadful
Scottish beer he sampled in his travels.
Mr and Mrs Barwick(?)
plus Mike Weeks (ex Bangkok, now HK) and some other
Southsider returned in the back of a pickup truck
just as the circle ended. Reacting quickly for an
Old Fart, the GM reconvened the proceedings and
administered down-downs to this knackered bunch
of late-comers.
Farm Aung Thong served
us well for the OnOnOn. Going but not gone (sold
to make way for a new bridge and road).
The Bug actually did the
stand-in job well. He never caved. He put down an
attempted insurrection by the HKer’s (i.e. their
leader wanting to say something) in no uncertain
terms… or at least not uncertain to him. No doubt
up to normal hash diplomacy standards . Then some
scalliwags wondered out loud what The Bug was going
to do with the fistful of left over Baht he kept
waving around after collecting for and paying the
bill… then after buying plenty more beer… and even
after leaving the restaurant. At least he collected
enough money this time. No second call required.
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