We signed up at the Scandi bar as usual, and left 02.00 pm, going for the
A-site. On the bus NO MEAT asked me, if I could take care of blowing the horn, it wasn’t supposed to be such a challenge.
The A-site was a lovely place, with a small lake, and a playground for the children. It was actually here, the PJH3, had its first hash.
After the late sign ups had finished, we formed a circle, to get some information. The hares; NO MEAT & WEED EATER, told us that we could expect a 15km run with 2 water stops. It was an A, B, C, D run, and we stayed at D now, so the bus brought us to the “new” A-site.
After 1 minute, the front-runners were soaking wet, after following the paper into a small creek. 29 minutes later I arrived the first water stop, and the front-runners were already enjoying their water. Some minutes later, the hares told us that this was also a check, and we continued running. After almost 1 hour of running and “blowing”, I came to the second and last water stop. This was also a check, lazy hares… As soon as the runners were gathered, we ran the last km’s, and I was only thinking about ice-cold beers.
The site had a nice fountain, as the children and the runners used as a shower. After I had grabbed my first beer, WEED EATER came to me, and then I was the scribe. When we had finished eating, but not drinking, it was time for the circle.
Hares iced, getting the comments for the run. 007 & SPIN KING iced, for being late for the bus. Then the GANG OF FOUR (Some Bangkok Hash House Harriets) were iced, but don’t ask me why…
Time for some religion, by JAZZER. All he did, was more or less, beating some of the hashers in the head with a bat. FUCKING DOG iced, because he didn’t come to somebody’s birthday. DEAD WORM iced, friend of JAZZER, because he hadn’t been hashing for 2 years. Then some strange contest started. The poor RABID BITCH, was tied to a rope, and some hashers started pulling, in each opposite direction. After RABID BITCH had fallen several times in the mud, the fun finished. Hash victim:
BILL’S BITCH; the beer wasn’t cold enough, and something about “rule 6”.
Then one of the Bangkok Hash House Harriets was iced, and for what??
For having a sexy ass, I couldn’t believe my ears! ARSE HOPPER iced,
for being VERY LATE in the jungle, what kept him busy…?
Hash heroes: FUCKING DOG & ARSE HOPPER, don’t ask me why.
It was finally time for the Hash Hymn, and then later returning to Pattaya.
ON ON
PIG PUSHER SWINE STABBER
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