Report for Pattaya Jungle Hash Run Number 165
Before this report opens, advice to the educated: if any words such as “metre”, “colour”
have been automatically mis-re-spelt by the incumbent computer as “meter”, “color”
respectively etc, you are requested to forgive the yank orientated rubbish machine and
re-apply the correct English language spelling. The human interfacing author will have
tried to weed out the un-English trash, but one or two items may yet slip through. It was a good start. The bus turned up, and departed, on time. That was the good bit, it
went downhill from there. The first “issue” was that nobody on the bus, including the
hare (actually, particularly the hare), seemed to know where to go. Or rather, how to get
there. Having read the mis-instructions provided by the hares (Jellobut and Burl Ives,
don't we just love'em ?), everybody on the bus thought about it and came up with a “better”
way to go. And understandably so. Mis-instructions indeed, probably one of this life's
gems. They resembled at best a game of snakes and ladders, the worst is not talked
about in decent company but rhymes with, and looks like, plain beheaded “hit”. Instead
of following an actual road, the mis-instructions would have the bus negotiate the busiest
soi west of Sukhumvit, the busiest and narrowest soi east of Sukhumvit, and multiple
turns and weaves, including at least one totally useless and confusing U-turn, and all this
along by-ways that are sometimes difficult even on a motorbike. Anyway, enough about the
“rhymes-with-hit”, on on to the run (which reminds me, this will be a short report). When we eventually reached the A site we found it to be a good flat area with plenty of
parking for the jam jars, albeit slightly exposed. Never mind, we all had sun block to
protect us, didn't we? (our readers will note that this report is trying to accentuate the
positive points of the afternoon of Run 165 – which indicates that this will be a short report). Virgins and visitors were welcomed, and copious run instructions delivered by the
hares (Jellobut and Burl Ives, don't we just love'em ?). Both spouted very meaningful
data (well, except for 90% of Jellobut's items that were to be, according to his own words,
something rhyming with “crap” – the other 10% being potential life-savers). As an
introduction to his diatribe, Jellobut predicted that this run report would not contain
adjectives, comparatives or superlatives such as “strenuous”, “long”, “testing”,
“over-achieving”, “stretching” and “best” etc etc. Wrong already, Jellobut. But they
will not be used any more in this report. Promise. Burl Ives then had his say, introducing a
hieroglyphic phenomenon, allegedly plastered over roads, posts and what-have-you,
that could possibly serve as mis-directions for the next Jungle hash. Or maybe this was
the original mis-direction for 165, who knows? And who really cares at this point, in all
probability nobody has bothered to read this far anyway. On on up the hill, following a well-laid trail with some sneaky checks, including one that
seemed to back-track for about 300 metres (hey, the crap PC tried to slip in “meters”
there!!!). Sneaky or what? this pair of hares (remember - Jellobut and Burl Ives, don't
we just love'em ?) really had the pack guessing. A lovely check. Throughout the run there
was a good mix of trail type, jungle included of course, but the running rivers and muddy
swamps were noticeable by their absence. The consensus was that this was a good run, even if a bit shorter than normal
(welcomed by some). Well done, hares Jellobut and Burl Ives (hey, don't we just love'em ?). After refreshments and grub the circle took its course and ended about 20 minutes
after Burl Ives left. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Last word on the “rhymes-with-hit”. Some people actually believed the mis-directions,
followed them and arrived at the A site. Yes, really! (albeit a bit giddy, not surprising) eg
Split Beaver. Well done that man!!!!
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