Start Time: 18:30
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Run Report BFMH3 #216 - March 10th
In the words of the Village People... "Go west, life is peaceful there. Go west, lots of open air...Go west, we will do just fine. Go west where the skies are blue. Go west, this and more we'll do..."
So west we went. Like our forefathers, in search of riches and excitement. Well as much excitement as can be mustered from the two hares with a combined age of over 140!
And we were well rewarded. Moonlight and Ambrose met us in a parking lot near canals and markets and promised us riches beyond compare. Well, a trail through the streets, but this hardy bunch were not picky. The assembled athletes were told that the originally advertised plan of a short 6k walkers trail and longer 10k runners trail had not come to fruition for the simple reason that they forgot to do a split!
"Build it and they will come" was the tagline for an old movie, and come they did to welcome the new GM Boob-A-Lube as he took the reins from the never present Shaggy! After a brief pre-amble he cried "On Out" and the pack headed off and after negotiating crowds of shoppers moved into another car park with arrows heading to the right. However, to the left were arrows pointing to the on in and it took tremendous acts of willpower for many to not follow the latter.
The shoulder surgery recovering Bushman and Achiles heel injury carrying Pussy Virus shook off their ailments and set the early pace along khlong paths and out on a clockwise trail. Over-achieving Always Cums Last was also seen as an early FRB despite having just done an hour of Muay Thai training and then running over 10k to the hash. An early FT caused some confusion, not least because the hare had assured us that there weren't any! But onward went our motley crew as the very well marked trail and some tricky checks kept the pack close together.
A Burmese visitor stayed very close to the marks at each check as he and Auntie Climax vied for the title of least checking hasher of the night. A trail that led along khlong paths now moved through several temples that seemed to be connected by random bridges. At one such cluster Boob-A-Lube was heard to be questioning the laws of physics and how it was possible to keep going up and down and not be retracing our steps. But fear not dear reader, our teusty hares know how many beans make five and had us back home in swift time.
An 8.5k trail was well enjoyed by some, and others enjoyed self created trails of varying distances, thanks to ingenious home made short cuts. The much anticipated circle was started by the new GM who was seen to be happily clutching a wooden phallus which he told us would be used for various purposes in the future. With minds well and truly boggled, the charges began. A visiting Parisian couple suffered for arriving late and not finding trail whilst Little Boy and Bikini Wax were also much berated for short cutting, despite the fact that LB had been undergoing medical procedures only a few hours earlier.
A well enjoyed circle was finally brought to a close in the correct manner, despite the efforts of PMS to hijack procedings and rush the GM into the on on on before any announcements had been made!
As your scribe headed home at this stage I cannot report on the feast but looking at photos posted since it seems an excellent spread was provided.
So all in all, a good debut for the GM, a good trail from the old farts, and a great night for all.
Well worth heading west!