
7 January: Run #387: Hares: Arseaholic, Peler, Paprika Smiley, Pink Dolphin





Trail Paper: Thanks to Kamoy Joy we have a good supply of shredded paper. If you're a Jungle hare and in need of paper, contact Pussy Snatcher to make arrangements to pick up.

Another beautiful run on a beautiful evening in scenic Khao Mai Keao
95 Hashers assembled to hear the wise or not so wise words of the Hares. As is usual I wasn’t paying attention to the instructions and hoped that I could just follow in the wake of the baying (calling) pack. Come to think of it I heard very few calls of on, on, today. Probably because I was at least 2km behind the FRB’s for most of the trail. I also didn’t hear any screams from Jackal, today he had a good run and passed me for one last time this afternoon before disappearing into the Jungle.
I had one thought stuck in my head as I headed out at the back of the pack. Dregs had imparted the vital knowledge that the trail was 7.1 km long and flat or flattish. I think flattish in Australian means has hills. Also Australian km are obviously longer than normal km.
The hares pointed the way and the pack set off with enthusiasm. I was left standing on the starting grid since I had forgot to set and start my GPS. I had run a total of 3.2 km in the previous two months a very painful 3.2 km at that. I knew that even a 7.1km was going to feel very long today. I was not to be disappointed.
I started off at a gentle walk to ease myself into the trail. Then I spotted Peler and Crapper striding out ahead into the distance. This spurred me into a slow trot Peller must have been having a bad day and I caught him with more ease than expected. Once I started running I didn’t, couldn’t, dare not stop. Well not until I hit the 7km wall, sugar bonked and knackered and faced with a jungle strewn tangled mountain to climb.
No problem only 100 metres to go. My addled knackered brain though was struggling to compress climbing, descending the mountain and the 400 metres of flat terrain back to the A-Site in 100 or so metres. I needn’t have worried. My brain shut down shortly after this. Which may explain why I found myself off trail and following GI Joe.
GI Joe was now in deep checking mode. This involves running with great determination in an unknown direction devoid of paper and not particularly bothered about finding any. Movement is the thing. Keep moving, don’t stop, and just keep on Hashing.
If Pinewood Studios ever reopens they might like to make a Carry on Hashing movie, Joe will be the central character. Those familiar with and fond of the Carry on films (garbage in the main) will probably be throwing up at the thought of an American remake of the genre featuring GI Joe, Spag and the Eugene Inbreds. A light hearted comedy remake of Deliverance springs to mind.
GI Joe, Chaa (song taew driver) and myself abandoned any other hashers lost wandering through the jungle clad mountain and headed for what we hoped would be home. At least we were guaranteed a ride home since we had Chaa as a hostage. We continued bravely, climbing and descending the mountain. We even hit true trail for a while before losing it once again. If we had bothered to stop at the mountain summit we could have actually spotted the A-site, a near I km distance away. Instead we chose to lose trail again and do an extra 2km of running.
We were saved by the sound of the 331 and the direction of the setting sun. What a glorious sunset it was. Once we hit the road we orientated with confidence and the smug satisfaction that we had escaped the clutches of the Jungle and instead of an uncomfortable dark and very long night on the mountain side we would be soon enjoying the conviviality of the A-Site. Whilst doing the ON-IN we were able to do one good deed. We were able to help prevent Gangreen from wandering off into outer space and instead we guided him back towards the safety of the A-Site.
We entered the circle to glorious cheers from hashers happy to see that we had made it back alive. Although one nameless hasher, probably our esteemed GM Sperm Polluter, was heard to say “where the f…… have you lot been?” He had saved us some food though. So it wasn’t all bad.
Thanks to the hares Pedo Pete and Dreggs for a brilliant trail. Well done guys. Thanks to Casper for the tasty food. Thanks to all the other hashers who turned out to make it a good day.
I was also pleased to see that Robbing Bastard and Bow-tie made it safely back. Shortly before the Song taews headed back to town.
On On
