Run #179

Hares: Spaghetti Head & GI  Joe

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Burl Ives

4th July American Ind Day

So here we were Sunday 4th July, after the pre run formalities, it was off on the bus to the “A site” this being an A-B run, (but we met at the A site in Spag Head’s Garden so this must be a B-A run, confused… you should have been), but the bus ride was even more confusing with Dizzy pointing out at one stage this is Sukhumvit turn right for Sattahip and left for Bang Chang. Anyway having gone round in ever decreasing circles we were eventually thrown off the bus just short of a shiggy path up and over some hill.(check the GPS Spag Head’s Home 3.3 km as the crow flies!)

The track through the bush was well marked up to the high point with one easy to crack check, not done by Yellowbutt as usual, and then more up to an electricity pylon, where I expected to find a decent path down (a la HK where all the pylons have easy access for maintenance, but no such luck, yet another lesser define shiggy path down the hill, at which point I suddenly remembered the Yellowbutt song (sung to the tune of Star Spangled Banner)

  Oh say can you see, that yank with V. D.?
Oh how loudly he wailed, at the clinic this morning
They say he went spare, screamed and pulled out his hair
But the doctor’s strobe light, showed the scabs were still there.
I think that poor septic will take that dose to his grave.
To face the pull – through again, He would have to be brave

Check the GPS again…SpagHead’s house now 2km away…strange that I seemed to have climbed up and down for about an hour and only 1.3km nearer, despite walking at 3.5km/h…yuck. Down the hill now totally alone now one in sight and no On Ons to be heard. Down the hill to 2 checks side by side, left one with no red sticks, right one with 2 sticks pointing right so off down to a Navy housing estate but first over a ravine covered with branches..skip over feet still dry..turned right at the wall no paper..searched here and there…no paper…back over the ravine..one wet foot..back to paper turn round and repeat the process. Check GPS SpagHead’s house now 2km away. Took a hunch and went north as you could see Sattahip on the left..top end of the land formation low and behold paper. Back on trail…off through the woods again after another 15 mins checked the GPS and Gretta Garmin (also American) said Spag Head’s house now 2km away. Carried on to a stream and turned round don’t like 2 wet feet. All the way back to the Housing estate and then follow the road back to A site following the GPS SpagHead’s house now 2.5km away.

Ok, now my feet are drying out yomping along the side of the road.. it’s amazing what people throw away at the side of the road, 2km..1.5km..1km…700m and Spag Head turns up to rescue me as everyone is back and the foods nearly all gone.

Back home at the B site, (or should that be the A site), a few beers and some food and I’m fine again. A well marked run in interesting country. Cue for another song for the hares:

A yank is an animal
With no brains or wit,
His education’s total shit,
Their grasp of English
Isn’t worth a lot,
They get confused
Between a fanny and a twat
So if you’d rather have Jerk - off than a wank,
You could grow up to be a Yank

The circle then proceeded to attack all losers, with our super star (no check breaker) ending up in the bucket many times, (perhaps we should rename the bucket “Yellowbutt’s Retreat”) Everyone satisfied apart from the bus driver who decided to do his own hash across a patch of insignificant ground, only to get stuck and have to be pulled out by a tractor at the cost of 1000THB to him!

Another successful rumble in the Jungle,

On On to the next run, 18^th July by yours truly and Sheik Bin Shaggin

Burl Ives