Hash Report Run
#389
This report may be a bit short on facts. Reason....the circle forgot to
elect a scribe and since I did it last run I humbly submit this meagre
effort. The Hares for this week were Ayam and Stretch and like last runs
hares these two couldn't read a calendar. Two, well they were not charts
that's for sure, scrappy bits of paper is a better description, appeared on
the yacht club notice board showing us where to go for the circle. One said
the run was on Saturday 16th May the other said Saturday 17th May. This
gross lack of attention to basic facts should be a punishable offence. The
circle was easy to find because the signs were well positioned. Some 28
hashers arrived and after christening the new shoes of Second Hand we got
the briefing and set off through the rubber trees. Next came a steep uphill,
still in the trees, (thanks goodness it didn't rain because we would never
have got up there if it had), and then, guess what, downhill. Nasty little
stumps of felled trees were plentiful and strategically positioned to jag
the shins of the unwary. Only Deadwood managed to take a tumble,
unfortunately for him he nearly bowled Foul F**ker on the way down. Punished
he was. At last, out of the trees and back on to a bit of tarmac, through
the kampong to the beer stash. There were two very late arrivals home, Bow
Bitch and Unk had decided to stop their leisurely stroll and talk to kampong
folk; couldn't have been thirsty could they? The circle produced 12
returners from holidays as far afield as New Zealand and Kuala Teriang, one
virgin, Mary, and a variety of other offenders. The greatest heinous crime
though was committed by last run hares, Foul F**ker and Semi-Detached. They
had the audacity to leave what was once ice and quickly became water in the
chilly bins for this weeks hares to deal with. Most discombobulated they
were. Yuk, beer cans floating in stinking water for two weeks, almost enough
to put hashers off beer, well maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration.
Punished they were. The meal was at a restaurant we have never been to
before. Not sure it has a name but for the benefit of those not there,
coming out of town towards the yacht club, turn left just past Billion, up
the hill and left again, down the hill to the first of three nosh houses at
the bottom. Fish, squid, chicken, tofu, tom yum and greens made up the
repast and very tasty it was too. The beer and wine were ample and there was
even a drop of water for those non beer drinking wimps who actually turn up
on a hash. The consensus was a good run and a good meal so we will keep you,
Ayam and Stretch, on for a little while longer.
Bangseat