Bush Saturday again and we all meet in a nice coconut grove east of highway 36. It is obvious from the start that the bush hash is growing in popularity as more new faces is showing up and though I do not have the actual number my best estimates is 50+ pax this run.
The run has been hared by Oddjob and Squid-Jazzer who briefly informs us on the run and Oddjobs favorite back-checks, a new and more frequent check for us running with the different Pattaya hashes.
The run starts well with a good selection of nature in which the hares has managed to stay off roads and away from houses for virtually the whole run. This day is HOT! but the paper mostly runs in shaded areas and while running through a dry creek-bed the honorable scribe almost steps on a two meter long snake! being on the bush hash really makes you feel like Crocodile Hunter!
Towards the end of the first part before the water stop we are following the paper up a very steep rocky hill, in baking heat,and I hear more than one threat of nasty things being planned for the hares...
A much needed water stop is well placed in the shade and we an opportunity to cool down in given. The second part of the run is equally good and with no giant hills to climb. A nice change up front was our pretty and good running visitors from BKK, do come again girls!
After a long hard and hot run we make it back to the A-site and have the usual change of experiences. Overall it was agreed that the run was very good but also hard, as it should be on the Bush, brownie points to the hares!
Pissed pole dancer has as usual arranged a good neutricous meal for us and hash-piss has managed to acquire plenty of Carlsberg although rumors has it that production has stopped in Thailand, good work on both of you.
The circle is called and first thing to happen is to nominate the hash-victim which is suitably miserable person. MP is iced in stead of Lunch Box who cowardly snuck off directly after the run. The reason for this escape we are told is that LB did not receive permission to hare this run by his mrs, as had been promised earlier it is clear who wears the pants in that house...
The hares are declared Hash Heroes as they stepped in in the last minute to save the run after Lunch box's disgraceful behavior.
Charlie Manson has brought some special culinary treats from the Swedish hill tribes, surströmming, translated to English this would be "rotten fish" which a brave and I beleive the unknowing Knickerless volunteers to open. Knickerless however fails to operate the can opener and complains that she is inexperienced with equipment, some of us is more doubtful about that as equipment come in many shapes and forms.
C.M manage to open the can and a horrible stench spreads around the otherwise idyllic country side, people flee in all directions when offered a taste. C.M courageous prepares one fillet of rotten import with potato and onion but no even this Viking look-a-like manage to keep it in his mouth for more than a few seconds before almost puking.
The ringworm family receives their well deserved awards for bush loyalty with Ringworm having 39 runs, and the smaller worms spawn and mushroom 13 each. Lunch box get his 13 rub award but M.C is nominated to reveive it in his place due to L.B's absence and is therfore rightly iced, Brown spider gets his 13th run awrd on his 14th run...
Squid-jazzer takes control (or loses it?) and arranges in a dance which more resembles a Kentucky barn party with staggering people falling over the ice blocks and Ringworm dancing lip to lip with somebody else than his wife with a third persons bra on his head.
Squiddy is continuing with giving golf lessons to No Meat and V.V and No trucking Idea act as Tee's as the gentlemen they are.
The bush is a fantastic hash with fantastic people!
Rusty Ringhole
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