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Pattaya Bush Hash House Harriers |
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Run Report & Stats
Run # 91 'XCI'
Date: 12th April 2008
RUN REPORT My day out began unusually with a trip out to the A-site, somewhere between Pattaya and Bangkok, by baht bus. Light rain along the way heralded what was in store later. The A-site provided the usual Bush-medley of Pattaya and Bangkok hashers representing countries like Belgium, Norway and other parts of Germany. The run was in magnificent countryside and the experience was enhanced when the rain started to lash it down on the first section. This not only cooled us down, but freshened up the greenery and also made deft footwork obligatory. The paper was adequately laid and challenging enough for Pussy Virus to trample down large sections of vegetation in search of it, while the rest of us applauded his efforts. Ok, GI Joe did his fair share too and provided the usual standard of vocal encouragement. The first half had been long and undulating enough for me to be glad to see the beer stop and the second half followed the same pattern. Part two centered around a waterfall, which was dry at this time of year. It left Drippy reminiscing about how things used to be, the effects of deforestation and ever-multiplying golf courses. I learnt that it is a bad idea keeping your mobile in your back pocket when sliding down rocks on your arse. The LCD screens are not quite up to it. The A-site felt like home and had everything except a bed for me to lie down on (I live a pretty frugal existence). VV had catered well with pate, fruit, stew, rice, pasta and bread in whatever combination you preferred. I ate my fill and sliced my limes up for the oncoming beer fest. The ice was well-occupied during the course of the evening, until we had reportedly consumed all beer stocks at about 2100. The hares Messrs X and Y were given particular attention in true hash fashion, especially when Seaman Stains pointed out that they had helped to mark the trail with non-degradable plastic - though most people seemed content with their admirable efforts. Pussy Virus was another repeat offender and, together with Normal, helped fill the night-time air with cigar smoke. I always, for some strange reason, prefer the sight of anything phallic stretching the female jaw line – it seems so natural. I was sat down on one occasion for being fat, on another for being young and then for farting on the trail. This morning I went out and bought 0% fat yoghurt instead of my usual low fat variety, pondered the fact that I am 50 for a couple of seconds, went back to bed and carried on farting under the sheets. Jello Butt likes to come in first, apparently. He wasn’t first on this occasion, but his early arrivals are clearly down to the fact that he lets others do the checking, while he chills out with people like me. He also never calls “on on”. This didn’t go unnoticed and his arse joined the queue for the usual heat exchange. He was also provided with a free introductory lesson from the GI Joe College of Checking and Calling (GIJC3) – shame on the GM! I’m sure that lots of other interesting things happened while I was drinking my beer. As I am a male and don’t multi-task, I was unable to take any of this on board, though I do remember Sheik Meme’s commandeering voice shaking the drips off the leaves and the fact that Ringworm went home early. It’s now 2340, Tampax and I feel the need to trawl the nearest bar beer to find out who is going to be tonight’s lucky receptacle. If she can fart in tune with me, she’ll get a tip – don’t do that in the bush! On on, No More Cum.
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