What? No Dolphins.
H2H3 run No 148 hared by Pinky and GM Steakhouse was sited in the far flung reaches of H2H3 territory approaching Dolphin Bay and Sam Roi Et.
Nigh on 30 hashers made the trip, converging on the run site no doubt expecting to be strolling along sandy coves, wading through gentle surf and spotting the odd aquatic creature. Not a chance. The only semblance of anything like a dolphin as the bay name suggests was the sight of Pinky without his T shirt.
Ahead of the run start Ballbanger expressed concern that the beerwagon driven by biermeister 69 Forever would not make the venue having been lost without trace looking for a kilometre marker emblazoned with the number five. However, like the proverbial bad penny he turned up complete with Leo filled ice boxes to the relief of the beer guzzling members of the hoard.
The run/walk, marked out in shredded white paper accompanied by checks identified by flour crosses, featured a variety of terrain including disused quarries partially filled with crystal clear water, farmland covered with melons, pumpkins, pineapples and mango groves. One thing is for sure as one hasher Jack {later to be christened} suggested, if lost you would not go hungry, assuming you don,t mind being wegetarian.
Short cutters or SCBs as they are fondly known were in abundance early in the proceedings, scaling a vertical quarry wall, no doubt to get back as early as possible to lighten the load of the beer wagon. Cathusalem, among the SCBs had no problem with the climb testing out his recently acquired bionic limb.
Since the run did not have a shorter route for the walkers, Slackbladder's concern grew with every slow kilometre that the front running bas***ds would be well into the cold leo before he would get back to base some one hour plus later.
In the circle called by the GM Steakhouse, miscreants SCB Stitch In Time and a Viking Virgin blamed for Chelsea 's demise in the EUFA cup at the hands of his countryman were down downed. Manilla Thrilla standing in for her famous Philipine boxing hero Manny Paquiao sat on Slackbladder representing Mancunian Ricky Hatton forcing beer down his hoizontal gullet. Also down downed was 69 Forever caught attempting bootlegging the Leo somewhere other than the run site. The aforementioned Jack was christened Lumbering Jack by the GM after several other non suitable suggestions were ruled out.
After the nonsense, Slackbladder announced the winners of the free T shirt competition, Long Ron, Dragontail and Slackbladder himself. The three varieties of shirts will be available hopefully within 3/4 weeks.
The On On suggested by Steakhouse was held at a nearby local hostelry much to the surprise of the management. In spite of the shortage of staff to cope with the 20 or so hashers the Leo and Chang flowed at a steady pace to cap off one more successful hash day.
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