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Rides:- 240/241 25/26 March 2006
Location:- Khao Yai Grand View Resort, Prachinburi
Hares:- Mad March Hares Black Udder, Blister Bits and Diana L
with consultant Bald Eagle
View photos of the weekend
If a Hash Religious
Adviser points out at you and claims you are
THE one i.e you have been illuminated and
chosen to do the write-up), you don't argue.
You just comfort
yourself, cause after all 'Deus lhe pague' (God will pay you) -
at least Brazilian Gods are said to do.
Religious
Adviser, pls forget your Frenchness, the only
payment I ask for my write-up is that Brazil
maintains its number one position this World Cup, thank you.
Saturday
ALL agreed that it
was a fantastic hash. First-timers -or so-called 'visitors'-
even commented it was the best hash they had ever done.
Also, one way to
review it is to recognize that hashers were overwhelmed by the
fully sensory experience platform it provided...See / smell /
hear / touch / taste...
See
the view. When reaching the top, those who
had lost a pedal, tripped and fell on the techy bits (especially
on the going down-down-down-down-down-down-down, going
down-down-down-down-down-down-down...) still agreed as they
were rewarded with such stunning scenery that their misery was a
small gage.
Smell...so
many French, or half-French... it was
unbelievable.
Hear
from deep in the forests the voices from
the veterans... "On-on..."
Touch...
The
final test... going through the military camp...
No comments...
It was said that these
guys had not seen a woman for a while.
It was said that
occasionally, the paper was re-oriented by camouflage-uniformed
officers to lead straight to their tent (oups).
We are sorry to report
that some lady hashers are still listed missing, and thought to
have settle down in the camp; see you next hash in khao Yai
gals.
Taste...
Hash taste = beer.
For 'taste', pls go to
next chapter: circle.
The Circle and
post-circle:
After a few
down-downs, Chris (Mr. Mimimimimi) appeared besides himself as
people relentlessly came in and out of the circle...
On that day, we all
learned that women with brown hair must be dyed in brown from
blond too.
After the hashers
savagely emptied a 5 meters-long buffet dinner, some
mini-future-hashers jumped on stage to do their show...on-on
little ones...
Til... It
was time for the Grand Mattress (Tricia) to re-establish the
discipline and kick off the hash dance...
A
tornado of dancing hashers inspired following Margarita's
Mexican steps...
And
Blister Bits was also standing there, superb, moving as if she
would dance in the coming months (from Bkk to
Beijing) no more.
...zzzzz...
By observation,
learned today:
(1) Of the Hash baby-boom some 6 years ago
-source: Bkk Hash Statistics
- Evidence: over 10 mini-future-hashers registered on
that Sat night podium show. We hope its
not a recurrent epidemia and would recommend ladies to watch the
saddle they sit on.
(2)
That Lady
hashers = committed smurfs (just watch their legs getting blue
months after months from hitting the roads...)
Sunday
There again, the hash
trail entered most picturesque valleys with mountains and
polished Indiana Jones stones all around...well done hares for
placing those so thoughtfully at the right spot...
On-on...
But also
off-off... when the group of arched-legs-riders realized paper
was clearly going up the damn...
Damn.
Up we go again...
Reaching the water
stop, the hanged-overed veteran hashers simply rated that one as
one of the most gorgeous water spots, surrounded by bright pink
bougainvilleas and blessed by the tastiest Pepsi of the region.
Back to the
resort...to join a wet swimming pool circle; a real hash-splash.
By tasting,
learned today:
Tri-color tuna sandwich
spreads are the best.
For copyrights, patent
and recipe: just call Becky or Diana on
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