Hobbit

From Pattaya Klang , drive south along Sukumvit for 8.3K.

At the lights zero odometer and turn left towards Huay Yai . Continue towards Highway 331 for 10.8K, passing Wat Huay Yai (4.8K) and Wat Theppabutr (7.4K). 

After 10.8K turn left (HHH) and follow the track for 200 metres to the A site. 

From Highway 331, after turning into the road to Huay Yai , turn right after 2.8K and follow track 200 metres to the A site.

Trail Report - Sunday 19 November 2006
The on-in was located conveniently down an almost passable track next to a small cliff.
With two notable exceptions, everyone arrived on time (see reverse trail runners later on).
The pre-run socialising was briefly interrupted by a hoard of trail bikes buzzing along the top of the cliff like a swarm of angry wasps.
After the usual welcoming of virgins and first timers as well as one punishment for new-shoes, the hares carefully told the circle that the checks were marked in bright red and you'd have to be blind to miss them. Clearly, many of the PJH3 hashers need to be issued with white sticks. To be fair, the main reason why many hashers missed checks was that they were busily short-cutting at the time.
Anyway, the on-out led the pack downhill and immediately across a deceptively swampy ditch. Many hashers lost their footing and got wetter than they expected. Perhaps they were all drunk at the time. VV was complaining about getting wet boots and then having to run on the Monday hash with them

We then started our grand tour of all the local farmer's cassava fields – the Old Africa hands know what I mean (tapioca to you locals). We shortly ran into the first check which led all the FRBs into a looooooong FT. This bunched the pack up nicely; and set the theme for most of the rest of the run. There were a total of 7 checks scattered liberally through the trail and no less than 4 FT,s. If you counted less than 7, then you are a short-cutting bastard or blind or both.

Between cultivated fields, there were a few sections of tall grass and the associated calls of "wherethefuckarewe". This led us into long-ish loops around the periphery (there's long word) of fields through which many hashers, seeing what was going on, decided to short-cut through the crops.
As we approached the base of some hills, the crops changed from cassava to pineapples. We all started the upward trek with trepidation, expecting to be led over the top, then, the trail took a turn to the right and we descented again. Easy! Sheik Bin Shaggin was seen hashing with his brain not his feet…SCB

As we finished the short descent and skirted the next field, we encountered Nahhe Man plus lumpy partner as he appeared to be following the trail in the reverse direction. We all thought "masochistic bastard he'll end up running in the dark" and then, in true, caring hash fashion, we totally ignored them until they struggled into the circle in total darkness.
The trail then led us along dirt tracks that were well cut-up by the afore-mentioned trail bikes. It was like running up sand-dunes.

Down into one last gully with the sign "ON IN" impeccably emblazoned on the ground at our feet, led us into a squishy mess with a few scraps of paper to guide us across.
The run was generally agreed to be very good, well-marked and kept the pack mostly together and we all arrived back within 5 mins.
Also, dogs, cows and barbed wire were noticable by their absence.
ONON G4AS