
The introduction to this blog post will begin with its conclusion. Chiangrai's February hash was received by its attendees, during and after the fact, with very contrasting and often opposite opinions on its character, veracity and worth. In much the same way as those who have been to London and Paris usually consider them two of the most important cities in the world, people usually rank one above the other, and in doing so talk one up and denigrate the other in order to support their opinion. Positive comments on the hash included "there were so few checks", "the hash was long ". "does it get any better?", "we hardly set food on a paved road", "not for the faint-hearted","just wonderful', "now that was a real hash", "I loved it", "so much fun", "I didn't know such a beautiful area of Chiangrai existed until now", "the food was delicious" and "the hare and hostess are lovely". Negative comments on the hash included "there were so few checks", "the hash was long". "does it get any better?","we hardly set food on a paved road", "not for the faint-hearted", "boring', "worst hash ever", "the food wasn't hot" and "the host is a boor". Comments in which it is difficult to place a value judgement included "my knees are not up to this", "the white HHH sign is situation upon a white pillar" and "I didn't bring enough water".The 24 attendees comprised mainly walkers and,
possibly due to the length and often difficult terrain of the course, even the usual FRBs generally sank to their level. The route began with Dickensian undertones through a somewhat difficult jaunt up Doi Saken to the local temple's funerary rite area, then to take on a nature walk, then downhill and along a road to a seemingly never-ending and hypnotic rice farmers track rife with hordes of tiny, flying beasties. Hashers then experienced a local village, followed by navigating their way through rice fields which had taken on a lot more water and mud than was there when the trail was set the same morning. Some of the bridges in this section were considered dangerous and un-navigable by some, who then, maybe channeling a mind set from two odd fellows named Johnny, gave up on the set trail and found their own way back to the circle. Hashers then trudged their way through the peaceful hamlet of Ban Doi Saken to the waiting

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