The magical mystery tour that was the 10th Anniversary
Chiang Rai Hash was held on November 16th 2013 on property along the
old Chiang Mai highway and less than 1km from the Singha Plantation, Boon Rawd
Farm. The hash was set around the
property of our magnanimous host /hare: NamRon.
It was attended by 52 hashers,
all of which arrived quite keen to take advantage of the sunshine, the
countryside, and NamRon’s best efforts. They
were not to be disappointed.
The hare took full advantage of his ideal surroundings by
immediately taking the runners into the tea plantations nearby . The beauty of the rows of tea slowed down
even the FRB’s, and some hashers could even be seen taking ‘selfies’ among the
plants. Jock Block
(Stu…aka…JustinMyBeaver..this name SUCKS) was off to the front alongside Oral
Banger and a host of little dude hashers including the hare’s own troublemakers
Ranger Danger and Buffalo Bill. It was
only revealed later that these youngsters actually co-Hared alongside NamRon. Needless to say, their trajectory was one
that was followed by the more insightful FRB’s.
The first check along the tea saw Jock Block lose his position, as he
ran in the opposite direction for some time before hearing the dreaded ‘On On’
call behind him. Next, the hare took
everyone into the rice paddies to the south.
The trail led the hashers on the narrow paddie walls, and calls of
‘watch out for that hole!’ and ‘it’s pretty slick right there!’ echoed around
the hills. NamRon’s trail was a classic
case of Strict Liability Hashing, watch out for your own butt and those around
you.
Hashers navigated small streams, barbed wire, beasts of
burden, spiny grass and steep hills. The
trail winded through the sun and shade.
At some points the hashers found themselves clustered together in a
tight space, only minutes later cruising in an open field or through someone’s
backyard.
Eventually, the trail took the hashers to the bottom of a
bamboo forest and a devious circle check.
Hashers fanned out, everyone’s eyes peeled for the first glimmer of
white paper. It was around this point that
Oral Banger accompanied by Able Semen (who had previously proclaimed intimate
knowledge of the area) separated themselves from the group at the front. As Jock Block, Loose Stool, Squats in the
Bush and others jumped into the bamboo with vigor, it was Oral Banger and Able
Semen that miraculously fell upon paper…..in the middle of the trail. Oral and Able, were apparently speechless at
this discovery and rather than call out the ‘On On,’ were not heard from until
the final stretch of the hash.
Protecting their rather cushy lead with a system of silent deceit, Able
and Oral seemed assured to finish far ahead of the pack.
Once the Hare’s true trail was discovered, the ‘On On’ was
music to everyone’s ears. However, the
pace seemed slowed as the sun moved closer to the horizon and magic hour
blanketed the rolling green hills. The
sky changed into vibrant oranges, reds and purples with no shortage of ethereal
(suck it Nam’Ron) wisps of clouds. By
now, the FRB’s knew that the key to solving NamRon’s riddle was simply to
follow his sons and their very fashionably coiffed friend (one of the best
mullets this scribe has ever seen). The
boys were only too happy to proclaim knowledge of the trail and the location of
paper after every check. This scribe can
assure you that it wasn’t the boys’ morality but the shoddy ethics taught to
them by their father that influenced their decision to show the FRB’s the way
home.
It was lucky for the FRB’s that they followed the youthful
guides, as Oral Banger and Able Semen were confused by a check as they returned
to the tea fields. The tricky twosome
found their lead disappear as Buffalo Bill, Jock Block and Loose Stool raced
past them.
The FRBs finished in a bit over an hour, with the walkers
finishing about half an hour later. Unfortunately
as the sun went down NamRon was notified that a pair of Kiwi/Thai hashers had
yet to finish. With a large gulp to finish
his beer, he jumped on his motorbike and revved off to save them. Minutes later, all three returned to a
friendly ribbing, NamRon for his treacherous trail, the Kiwis for their
directional impairment.
The circle was home to plenty of jokes and adult beverages
as many hash virginities were lost and a new group of Hash officials were
elected (though by which exact means of democracy your newly elected hash
scribe does not know). Hands were
shaken, cups were sucked dry, songs were sung and the 10th Chiang Rai
Anniversary Hash came to a close. The
‘On On’ dinner proved both delicious and strategic, with numerous hashers
continuing the party afterward at the Boon Rawd Festival less than a kilometer
away.
For the record a completely fresh set of faces were “elected”
to take the CR Hash into its 11th year with Oral Banger as GM, Cop
Out as hash cash, Crash as hash beer and Loose Stool as scribe (who penned this
report except for the last paragraph.)