It was almost a full hour on the bus, until we finally reached the A-site. It was located at a T-junction of two dirt roads, in a plantation-like environment. Coconut palms and a few mango (?) trees. In general, the whole area was one with many plantations, even more so than 2 weeks ago. Some hashers were pleased: no hills in sight.
There was a Jungle Hash virgin, a Thai lady without a Hash name. And a visitor from Shanghai, a German by the name of Sperm Bank. No new shoes to be dealt with.
The hares explained the run. And informed us about prizes we could win, if we found any of these red so and sos with a number on them.
The run started. We followed a westbound dirt road, right to the first check. A southbound dirt road proved to be a false trail. The actual trail went westwards, through pineapple and tapioca, and then crossed a (slightly) water-filled trench alongside another dirt road, which we followed, mostly westwards. Then there was more pineapple and tapioca, and a dirt road to the north. The next check. It was solved fast. The trail crossed a rubber plantation in western direction. And then we had a lost-paper situation. After a while, we spotted the remains of a check, apparently destroyed by the locals. Never mind: Paper was found soon, to the north, we ran through more pinapple, crossed another trench, followed more dirt roads in various directions, before we turned north to cross a nice stretch of bamboo and passed an artificial lake. The northerly directions suggested the run was probably clockwise.
Another check was solved, we ran northeastwards through another plantation. There, all of a sudden, Shooting Star spotted one of these red whatever that is called and was happy she would receive a prize. An FT was found, but we were not sure we had reached it from the right direction.... Strange! But no problem: The FRBs discovered paper only seconds later. In easterly direction, we crossed another plantation. We followed a northbound dirt road with another small artificial lake next to it. Then, there was another plantation, which we crossed in northerly direction, followed by a dirt road, equally northbound. Then: another check.
Paper was found soon: The trail crossed a further plantation, southeastwards. We had been out for 42 minutes, and this new direction was evidence that it was indeed a clockwise run. There would be more southerly and easterly directions, and then the A-site would be near.
This was true: Another dirt road and another plantation took us further to the south. Then, in the same direction, we crossed swamp land. Not very wet and swampy at this time of year, but surely very swampy in a few weeks' time! At any rate, the vegatation was very much like swamp vegatation. After this interesting change of scenery and after another check, we continued south, through pinapple, a narrow stretch of bushland, pineapple again, and a small forest. The trail turned to the west, crossed another plantation, turned south again to follow a dirt road. Then we saw the A-site.
After only 56 minutes, almost all hashers were in. That was faster than the hares had predicted. This was probably due to above-average short-cutting. The reason seems to be that plantations are ideal for short-cutting: You see the FRBs even at a considerable distance. And you can change course correspondingly, as a plantation is always entirely open, without undergroth or other obstacles. Short-cutting is probably also the reason for the fact that many hashers did not even see the "W" the hares had told us about, which marked the beginning of the walkers' trail. Anyhow, some must have spotted the "W", otherwise there would not have been any walkers on the walkers' trail.
What followed the run was the usual chill-out period, long and entertaining. Cabbage Flaps handed out the prizes: shirts, socks, lanyards, DVDs. V.V. recruited runners for the March 19th Monkey run. He was full of surplus energy, because he was not the cook this time. Correspondingly, there was no Thai-Belgian cuisine: The food was rice with CCC and/or LLC. What is that? Chili con Carne and Lord Lucan Curry! Cabbage Flaps was very much involved again, as she always is, when it is about food distribution. She always volunteers for this job and other duties.
The circle started at 6:30. Bam Bam as GM put the hares on the ice and asked the crowd for comments. It was generally agreed that it was a good run in a good area. Then Try a Fuck was praised for 25 completed runs, and Barbie Doll for 100. Well done!
The rest of the 2 hour circle was very much business as usual. The GM took the circle another 3 times. The other RAs of the evening were Rumpled Foreskin, G.I. Joe, RSB (in Scottish) and BHPC. They gave their usual religious advice to the usual sinners and punished people for talking in the circle, for wearing non-Hash shirts and for sitting on poofter chairs. Shooting Star was declared Hash Crash. Other subjects of the evening were marital forgiveness, Hitler's body guard, Facebook and Australian school children sourcing out their homework to India. Unusual: The GM iced Beer Marley, the beer truck driver! A good decision, because some in the circle did not even know the guy.
The rest was the bus trip back to Pattaya, with this ever-increasing number of unofficial stops and drop-off points. Johnny Tralala did not complain this time, and his wife is usually very generous in this respect, but maybe we should watch out this does not increase even further.
A good hashing afternoon and evening. We are looking forward to next Sunday.
On On
Jackal
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