Run Report by: Hobbit

Circle by Shiek Bin Shaggin

Hares: Lord Lucan & Bangka Blower.

With the Songkran festivities complete, our G.M. sinking in his kayak and the away team in Malacca, it was a rather small and subdued pack that assembled in the jungles around the Asian University on a very hot and steamy afternoon.

Dizzy as acting G.M. took charge, and as tradition demands, invited visitors and virgins to introduce themselves before the Round Table. Three male visitors included two Yanks and one Limey, but it was the virgin, sponsored and fiercely guarded by Sir Lancelot, who created most of the pre-run interest. Was this Genevieve his eldest daughter, maid, niece or even perhaps the maid's daughter? No, this apparition was his latest “Personal Assistant”, whom it transpired had been retained to receive tuition in how to maintain his badly tarnished armour and polish similar redundant equipment!

With Jellobut already foaming at the mouth, the Hares then explained a few run details including warnings of cows, dogs and a sample of the blue touch paper we were expected to follow. The fireworks started with On-On called at 16.20, along a pleasantly shaded path where after just a hundred metres the paper led down a short steep bank, which meant negotiating two streams in quick succession. During these few minutes of running the jousting began with three consecutive Hash Crashes. My Precious was the first to succumb, followed by Really Sadistic B and a visitor. All heroically stayed the course not withstanding life threatening injuries to knees, ankles and wrists, the latter suffered by RSB, which conveniently excused him from penning this write–up, but not from lifting more than a few Chang's later in the circle.

Henceforth the trail meandered through pineapple fields, rubber and eucalyptus forests with running along numerous sandy tracks providing opportunities for numerous checks and false trails. These checks and stretches of open country kept pack within sight of each other until finally reaching the highest point of the run. With views east toward Green Valley the trail swept west and along a dry creek bed where the injured and fellow SCB's were able to make up lost ground. In the vanguard at this stage were Split Beaver, Mrs Head and Jackal since Jellobut had finally been enticed along a false trail to check out the paper. Meanwhile, King YaoYao, Ringworm and Drippy were breathlessly controlling the mid-pack legions, slicing through the heat, the turmoil, bonfires and similar conflagrations, just in time to witness Jackal solve a check leading to the day's major confrontation.

The promised dog or dogs were not the species usually found on Beach Road, but a mean, beefy and hungry looking Rotweiler seemingly intent on an early dinner. Jackal promptly called on his mystical powers and divine intervention to subdue the beast while Ballringer and Bell End, hand in hand as usual, discovered the trail circumventing the beast's territory, where quite obviously the hares had also feared to tread.

Thus the trail progressed through several forward checks and continued along excellent sandy and shady tracks. As temperatures cooled, the pace increased with the main pack reaching home within the 65-70 minutes predicted by the hares.

Overall an excellent trail, great countryside, good checks and another enjoyable run with PJH3.

Hobbit

Run 120 Circle

On a very sticky, gnat infested night the circle was formed and the raffle was drawn. The Hares Banka Blower and Lord Lucan were called in and overall it was voted a good run. Indirectly Jello Butt was given the hash victim and was iced at every opportunity. Sir Lance and his kids were iced for being short cutting. He ( Sir Lance ) was given some stick from the circle for passing bodily fluids with a lass that looked young enough to be his granddaughter. Really Sadistic Bastard earned himself the Hash Crash for doing a swan dive into 2 inches of water. Lord Lucan than iced the noisy Cracks. The Fireman got the tube treatment but didn't make a bad effort. Shiek Bin Shaggin received his 100 run award but as usual with anything with Thistle Bar or his name the they (the engravers) got the spelling wrong. The evening continued with Dizzy telling us about his own live Hobbit , not my I add a fossil or a least I don't think so. To close we all took a couple of beers and boarded the bus back to Pattaya.

On-On

Shiek Bin Shaggin