Write-up: January 2018

Well, first of all, yet again another delay in write-ups. Unfortunately, my head's been so over the place, it would probably have been even shitter than normal if I attempted it earlier.

That aside, January's Hash was easily the best one of the year so far (oh, wait....) - all made possible by the monumental paragon of pure LAD-ness that is belied by his Hash Name; Son Of A Bitch, at the absolutely stunning location that is his farm, a location that would appear to be almost built for hash events.

It's been a time-honoured Hash Tradition to turn up to a hash monstrously hung over. Indeed, it has been this way ever since the days of the first Mother Hash in KL, born amidst the days of the British Empire, amidst hard-living and hard-drinking Imperial officers, half of whom came from Scotland (need I say more?), the other half of whom came from English public school/OxBridge University, an environment of hardcore physical activities, and hardcore alcoholic parties, with perhaps the odd bit of sodomy in absence of access to females.

And Bad Hobbit and Pussy Rainbow followed this tradition and then some, due to the fact that Chiang Rai, that weekend, was hosting an actual psy-trance festival, something usually only found surrounding Chiang Mai or Pai - the start of something of a festival season in the North of Thailand, with Jai Thep in Chiang Mai, and two weekends of Shambhala at Chiang Dao following in short order.

Due to our excesses the night before, we came in dead on our feet, and well prepared to Hash the poison out, which we did on a beautiful trail, with a couple of VERY tricky checks. Unfortunately, this scribe was too much focused on staying standing to take in much of the beautiful scenery, though one hopes the pictures above will do the trail something of a bit of justice.

The on-on at SOAB's farm, on the other hand, was very memorable indeed, which this scribe was able to take in more of after staggering in and plonking his arse down upon a chair.

SOAB, again in defiance of his Hash Name, provided cheese and crackers before the meal him and his parents had put on had even begun, and cheese being something of an expensive rarity in Thailand, all of us greedy fuckers jumped in like a pack of rats on a carcass.

There was also, as if that wasn't enough, spaghetti, salad, and epic amounts of the finest booze provided. Of course, this made our attention wander and made us slow to get the circle going - but wafting more cheese under our noses soon fixed that.

And there my memory ends, great event all round, huge thanks to SOAB for being an utter LAD.

- BH