Chiang Rai Hash House Harriers: July 2015

Monday, July 27, 2015

July 18th - Write Up

A healthy group of 22 Hashers showed up for this one, proving once again that people are generally cheap bastards looking for a free meal.

Being the Hare, my job mostly consisted of taking care of the BBQ, drinking beer and countering Oral Banger’s poor sense of direction. Most of this write up is from second hand accounts, so it might be a bit off:

-It was the best trail ever. Laid out very clearly, nobody had ever seen the country side like that and the beauty of it brought tears to everybody’s eyes. The Hare should be nominated for a Nobel Prize.

-The buffaloes were not as happy to see the Hashers as they were to see the Hare. We can only speculate on the reasons. The smell, perhaps?

- Nobody went up the hill on the temple grounds, proving once again that Hashers are not only cheap bastards, they are also lazy bastards.

-Andrea, now known as Goes Down Easy (unrelated to the story), established that photography was an extreme sport if you don’t stop walking when you take a picture: She fell down and opened up a massive gash on her knee.

-While picking up some firewood, I got stung by a scorpion. It’s not that painful, really, after 4 or 5 beers.

-At some point, the FRBs “decided” they were on the false trail and sent back the walkers to the last check. The one spot of pink paper was perfectly visible on the red ground, Oral Banger: the Japanese contingent found it with no problem whatsoever.

-At about that moment, I got a call from Shocking that frantically explained the lost trail situation. The walkers tried doing “nothing”, and since that didn’t yield any results, they were all out of ideas. High on scorpion medication (aka: beer), I jumped on my scooter to rescue the stranded group.

-After some clear directions (read: me taking them by the hand, showing them the whole path and comforting the ones that were crying), the walkers were back on track. Except for Shocking who determined, thanks to his great medical knowledge, that it was time for him to take a preventive dose of scorpion medication.

-Getting back to the house, we found Iceberg (Titanic’s wife) mending the BBQ like a boss. Not only can she bake a killer banana cake, but she can cook too! Thanks!

The Hashers slowly trickled in after that, in an unusual order:

1-Asian efficiency: Mile High. Lost Samurai and Junichi (aka Bowled Over), H2Hoe. Ah yeah, and a token white person who probably slowed them down: newly arrived Michelle.

2-The usual FRBs (affably known as the headless chickens), closely followed by

3-The usual DFLs: those guys are never not last.

It was my first time as a Hare and Able Semen didn’t lie: it’s an awesome experience! Do try it if you get the chance.

-Frozen Ring

Circle

It was a really short circle: Hashers were busy stuffing their faces and expressing a complete disregard for the “no swimming for 2 hours after eating” rule.

Comments on the Hash

Too short. Not beautiful enough. Needed more angry buffaloes.

Named

Andrea is now known as: Goes Down Easy

Junichi is now known as: Bowled Over

Ohm is now known as: Mile High Maiden

Virgin

Michelle

Next Hares

August 15^th: Cop Out and Oral Banger. They plan one in town in the evening so mark the date!

September 26^th: Titanic. Date pushed back because of the Singha Park Trail Run (http://www.ama-events.com/upcoming-events/)

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Next hash, July 18th: BBQ, RSVP!

I’ll be the hare for the next Hash. It will start and end at our house. There will be FREE FOOD and A POOL.

Please drop me a line to confirm your presence so I can guesstimate the food needed: info AT lesfortin dot com

Directions and time

The hash will start at 4 PM.

Our house is situated at the end of Huay Pla Kang, Soi 9. Just follow the signs to Wat Huay Pla Kang. Our street, Soi 9, is a 100 meters passed the main entrance of the temple.

1-From town, take the Maefarloung Bridge (the one that just got another lane added, close to Rimkok hotel) to go to the big Buddha, Wat Huay Pla Kang.

2-Continue straight for 2 km. You should see a picture of the King on your right, and there is a small market.

3-Turn right. Continue for 600m. Pass the main entrance of the temple.

4-Turn right on soi 9

5-Follow the road until you see a HHH sign at a 4 way intersection.

Google map link

GPS: 19.955073,99.815731

Frozen Ring and H2Hoe

Monday, July 6, 2015

June 20th - Write Up

Now that everybody made sure Namron was gone (but most probably because no free food was offered), only 10 hashers showed up for Able Semen’s Hash.

Due to some rain, the trail he had planned (going down Doi Chang) was flooded and impassable. He came up with a B trail at the last minute. So much so, he even showed up late to his own hash.

Able, being a practical man, decided to avoid confusion and to keep the 2 PM time for the hash, even though it was much closer than the original Doi Chang trail. How very fortunate for us: the sun was blasting at max UV so we did not feel cold at all on this shadeless trail.

Able warned us that some paper might have been displaced since the locals were eyeing him when he was laying the trail. Just to be sure we wouldn’t get lost, he tagged along for a big part of the trail, giving out directions to the DFLs while the FRBs were working hard on their heat strokes.

After a bit too many head on encounters with Wirgin Bruce and the DFLs who claimed to be on the right path because “Able told them so”, I decided to take a break and talk to Mr Semen about the virtues of water, sunscreen and letting other people do the dirty work for you. Twenty minutes later, when I caught up with the whole group, they were at a dead end, with their fingers tightly jammed in different orifices of their own bodies. So much for the DFLs doing any kind of work.

I backtracked about 300 meters, found the trail and hesitated for a long time before calling the “On! On!”. Since my wife was among the “other” group, I finally decided to call it out. I guess the sun was affecting my judgement more than I thought.

We eventually all reached the end of the first leg of the hash. We all refueled on water and were on our way to the finish… ALL FOUR OF US: Bad Hobbit, H2Hoe, Wirging Bruce and myself.

Shame, shame, shame on the rest of the hashers that we will call Spartapuss, Lost Samurai, Mile High, Matso, On Fire and Fired Up, to preserve their anonymity.

All around great hash from Able Semen. If that was a B Hash, we can’t wait for the A Hash!