Jazzer, Odd Job & No Trucking Idea

From Pattaya Klang turn left onto the Sukhumvit and drive towards Bangkok before turning right towards Rayong on Highway 36.

Continue along the 36 passing the junction with Highway 7 and the Regents School .

At the next flyover junction with Road 3240 zero your odometer and continue along the 36 for 2.3km to the HHH sign and turn left to the A site

Arrived at the A-site right on 3.45pm leaving just enough time to down a bottle of water and put on some crusty Adidas Predators which still contained sweaty socks from last weeks Bush. Dizzy and Sweet Pussy were setting up the rags display, Lord Lucan was doing his thing with the Beer truck and the rest of us waited for the bus. It was quite an educational wait. I learned the amazing Thailand government is introducing new fark the falang rules governing our bank accounts. Ex minister for finance for the Isle of Wight Festering Streaker informed us that you can actually fit 4 - 5000 Singapore Dollar notes inside a pen case if you need to bring cash in on the sly.

The bus finally arrived at the a-site 30 mins late - apparently Johnny Tra La Laa forgot about the Jungle Hash today as he was allegedly busy having sexual intercourses with his beautiful wife for a birthday celebration. Judging by the red of his eyes it looked to me more like he had been toking on the end of some wicked Burmese Gold.

Our G.M. G.I.Joe called the circle . Visitors, Virgins and even some new shoes from fellow Aussie B.B. who's shoes would later blow a tongue. The hares, Odd Job, Jazzer and Absolutely no trucking Idea told us about the trail. 2 trails actually. 1 for the walkers and a "maybe" difficult run (f**king understatement of the year). Two types of checks today... Standard red checks with no falsies and orange and red checks indicating a back-check. Off we went. 45 hashers on today's run.

The pack spread out for the first and only time until we hit the first red 'x'. The usual solvers - Lynxx, Steve and a couple others broke it down for us Our clever hares had some nasty, nasty puzzles ahead which would be awesome for the pack and soul-destroying for the FRB's who would end up running at least 3 kilometers more than the rest of the pack.

Lynxx got to what was supposed to be a rope climb first but only discovered the rope once she got to the top. It was curled around a tree stump atop the 45 degree 6 meter incline which made it clear that our bastard hares would try anything today to keep the pack together.

This became more evident as we hit the first back-check. At least 10 of us headed up the 400 meter slightly uphill trail to curse the 2 multi-colored sticks laying before us. We finally get back to the last paper and met up with the rest of the pack who clearly posses superior hashing skills because their timing continued for the next 6 checks. Fortune favored plodding as the long journey ahead unfolded.

We followed the paper single-file down through a narrow trail amidst the boonies and then down into a chalk littered cement jungle where Festering Streaker and Really Sadistic bastard argued about the last time they set a trail here. "Fooking wasn't here mate!" claimed Sadistic while Streaker chased some elusive brown bamboo into the distance.

An excellent run as expected from hares of caliber but I'd rather have that sort of run behind me. Needless to say the beer went down an absolute treat. The circle began and the scandihooligan intoxicated sand rolling display soon approached.

On On! Up & Down Dick...