Hares: Smoked Wiener assisted by JollyMolly and Reverse Thruster
Location: The Reverse Thruster orchard at the foot of Doi Khao Kwai
Word must have gotten out that pizza would be served at the Reverse Thruster palace following the 63d Hash, because the turn out exceeded all expectations. Altogether there were 41 adults and ten children. Twelve confessed to be virgins. For the first time ever, there were women than men. Of the 25 women, exactly half were Thai. As usual all of the 16 men present were expatriates.
Our ever vigilant Hash Cash, Do It Yourself ably assisted by Do It Better was there with his hand out to greet one and all. Upon the arrival of Well Oiled and Oiled Well, our leaders determined all who were coming, had indeed come. So the run began.
Rather than hang back to sweep for lost souls, the hare Smoked Wiener delegated that task to his mother while he and his cohorts swept up the hill rendering the first set of checks utterly useless. Meanwhile Reverse Thruster drove to the top of the hill with water and two grandmothers. Shockingly, our most popular G.M. ever, now returned from a Liverpool taxi, also grabbed a free lift to the top.
In remarkable similarity to previous runs in the Doi Khao Kwai area, the trail went up and down the hill in reckless abandon. The only thing it didn’t do, is go level. Eventually it ended up (predictably) at the temple at the top of the hill which provided commanding views over the town of Chiangrai. It was sunny and warm up there and only the prospect of after-run treats could persuade Wild Woman, Rolling, Stoned, Pat-on-the Back and Superglue to leave that beautiful spot.
About an hour after setting off the last stranglers found their way to the palace. Nam Ron gallantly struggled to get sons Kodi and Kenji to the end. By contrast, Doesn’t Matterhorn abandoned Swiss Roll in his race to the pizza. Yulia and Polly kept a low profile hoping no one would remember that they were overdue for a hash name.
In toasting the hare, Smoked Wiener found the cup of coke too big for him. After a few sips he dumped the remainder over his head. This prompted the G.M. to complain about the environmental hazards of seepage.
Boy Magnet looked gorgeous in her freshly ironed HHH t-shirt. This stimulated unquenchable demand for t-shirts among the female virgins who observed the focus of male hasher attention. Then G.M. Able Semen confessed that he had forgotten to bring t-shirts for sale.
Only four of the virgins (Philip, Simon and consorts) dared indicate any interest in joining our group. As for the others, Hand Cock and Helping Hand admitted to enticing four short-term volunteers under false pretenses while Tricia dragged several relatives off the plane from America. Guy and Walter confided that they came only for the free pizza. They refused to give your faithful correspondent their email addresses for fear that the neighbours might think that they regularly associated with a group like this.
On! On!
Notes by Hash Scribe Wirgin Bluce
