P2H3 Run #915 – Short-cutting Inglorious Bastards of the Silk Trail

Date:  31/5/2009

Hares:  Little Boy (run), Silicon Chip (walk)

Run Report:  Shoots Blanks

A good-sized crowd turned out for P2H3 run 915: after being introduced at the railway station to newborn Louise by proud parents, Phlegm and Chickpea, a quick crossing on the Mekong brought us to laid-back, phlegmatic and picturesque Silk Island, a name also synonymous with vicious dogs, horny mad cows and plenty of silk shopping on the go.

Special mention must go to able Little Boy who did a great job of setting up a trail all by himself such as mythical Sisyphus rolling tirelessly his burden. Overall a not so long run compared to last week 13Kms hell gymkhana: good running ground, great weather, numerous picturesque encounters such as ambling peasants and whole families jam-packed in Khmer-style stagecoaches feebly pulled by skinny, gentle donkeys.

It was a rather well marked run with many holds and check-arounds, some decently long on-backs which soon had Henrik, Scoutmaster, Herring Choker and Blah Blah doing extra kilometers. In fact a good portion of the pack got lazy near the end and quickly settled on a shortcut to the finish line; that’s how a bunch of short-cutting Bastards sneaked their way to the last leg of the trail to the fury of our unrivaled, glorious GM who on arriving later, promptly castigated the culprits.

Walk: Not a single walker was savaged by vicious dogs, chased by enraged horny mad cows nor attacked by wandering brigands.

Circle:

Thanks to Runs Well who had brought a king sized keg, the pack ‘s gargantuan thirst was quenched by a steady flow of Munich draft beer.

The Down downs were the occasion to thank the Hare for a quite tropical and exotic run, up to the high standards we’ve become accustomed to these days.

As we didn’t have enough sex connoted names on the hash, the situation was quickly rectified as the circle saw Dusty anointed in beer and gleefully named Wet Shag.
Amazingly no short-cutting bastards (Half of the Pack) nor silk shopaholics, (Yogi Bra), were summoned to appear in the court of our fearsome, bellowing, inquisitive Religious Advisor, Flaccido Domingo, who instead turned his wrath to some other minor, petty misdeeds which I totally forgot.

A special award must go to STD, back as leading choirmaster, who once again stunned the gaping circle to the sound of a merry, raunchy serenade of his composition, Swing Low,  all the way energetically conducting the choir armed with his mighty wooden schlong which female hashers secretly venerate and accompanied by Lords of the dance Maynot and Blah Blah. As one Yogi poet once said in a previous run report, “everyone knows that Blah Blah is the Lord of the Dance on the hash, and will perform everything from the Russian Cossack dance to the pas de deux from Swan Lake with little or no encouragement”. A true great STD Kodak moment. (See picture above – worth of being shown on CNN I report or Play of the day).

Other things happened at circle: Sexaphone, Fritz ,Andrew , STD, Silion Chip returned to hash, and Flying Plod & Silicon Chip bid us farewell, the first to sunny Darfur, the later to faraway Perth.

Virgins included Bonnie, Aimee, Daniel, David,  Ali, Steve, Sompot.

Foreign spy: Just Checking (Dili)

Once again (jaded yawn) the pack marveled at a wonderful sunset over the Mekong, we finally closed circle as the bravest and thirstiest made their way back to the on on on: Munich Beer Garden, but that’s another story…

In other news:
Anniversaroidz: Tips – 40 runs, Bitch Volley – 20 runs