P2H3 Run #860 - cc: Mr Tinkle’s ABC

Run Date: 08/06/2008

Hares: Mr Tinkle, Just Add Beer, Piglet (Walk)

Run Report: Rubbed Raw / Ikea

The lot of a Hare is truly a difficult one when choosing where to set the run. Some choose to mix it up, go to new places every time, others like to consistently go back to a favoured areas. Phnom Basset really is Mr Tinkle’s favourite sprinkling ground! Not only that, but Mr Tinkle also has a great love of the ABC run, i.e. going from one point to another with the truck taking hashers back to the start point.

Its good to mix things up of course, otherwise hashing would be boring (no, never, how could that be so, HT). There is one slight drawback of the ABC is that if you run over 10km in one direction, the truck inevitably has to do a round 20km route back due to its inability to cross rice bunds and ditches, and this can take considerable amount of time. Some would cry - ‘More time to drink the P2H3 beer’, others just whinged it took too long to get home in an overcrowded truck. I let you (if you’ve hared before) be the judge of this haring policy - but you can never keep all the people happy all of the time!

This week’s hash was therefore, you guessed it, a classic Mr Tinkle Phnom Basset ABC run, aided by Hash Muse Just Add Beer. Hashers at the familiar start point (a very nice pagoda with funky statues) were immediately admonished by the chief monk for wearing hats in sacred ground. The large number (over 12) new virgins were introduced (even a Nepalese citizen this week), before setting off in a familiar trail with a far more tuneful Milky Discharge on the Hash Horn. So similar to Mr Tinkle’s previously hared run #847 that one could be forgiven to think that it was indeed a carbon copy! This fact however gave the Hash an air of arrogance, thinking they knew the way, and therefore soon ended up completely off trail arriving at a hold point from the last run which was about 1km too far south of the actual trail! The hares mud clear instructions - ’spread out, it’s somewhere near here’, were deftly ignored as the hash set off over this familiar territory reverting to past knowledge once again.

Once at point B, and back on trail finally, the hares took the hash in a different direction from its previous incarnation. Once off the newly sealed road, where Hashers could finally stretch their legs after kms of ankle-break risking rice bunds and paddies, a sharp left turn took the trail into a nice chinese cemetery area, complete with ‘bandstand’ for the tired and overheating pack to take a well earned shady seat. The trail then took a detour through a maggot infested drainage pipe, devilishly included in the trail. Much to Mr Tinkle’s amusement, the screams of those hashers brave enough to attempt the obstacle when narrowly avoided being eaten alive by the flesh munching worms were heard!

Once the final destination of the truck was located, at another pagoda, the runners waited for the walkers to catch up. Stories of maggots, snakes (Ikea trod on one) and other creepy crawlies (Fester?) were shared during the hours that followed awaiting the walkers arrival. As darkening skies drew in, HE Blah Blah quickly called the circle in, now exempt from the pagoda hat rule, where the various down down’s were handed out to bourgeois sinners with threats of hot pokers from the medieval RA. A last farewell to Pink Rabbit, with many a tear shed by all, and it was back on the packed truck to Point A. A mass exodus from the truck at the pagoda made the remaining trip back into town more spacious.

On On!