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This was my first hasj and i loved it, shure next time i show up again and i hope in the future more people take part of the group.Thank you Jeff for the nice event.

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yes another enjoyable chaingrai hash,hared by nam rawn jeff who showed us around his piece of paradise were he intends to build a house ( i hope you have sorted out the laws of gravity with your swing jeff)and i hope it wont be long before virgin jozef his laying the trail near to bandu so we can try out the best hamburgers in chaingrai so ive heard ,

thank you to all those who took part, see you next month

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Hi everyone,

Now it is time for a Hash again!!! :o:D:D

The 34th run of our S2ATO hash of Chiangrai will begin at 4 p.m. on Saturday August 19 in the parking lot in front of the gate of the defunct TCP resort.

To get there take highway #1020 to Therng (Thoeng). About 50 meters past kilometer stone 12 from Chiangrai and almost directly across a major road leading off to the left, you will see a parking area to the right with a sign almost entirely in Thai but with the Roman letters TCP. There will also be a HHH sign.

Turn into that area and park in front of the gate. Count on 15 minutes travel from the Big C parking lot.

The host hare, Pat and his wife Nit are planning to lay on some fried rice after the run. So he needs to know how many are coming. Please respond to you if you are planning to come at patmckinlay@yahoo.co.uk or at his phone 06 196 1862.

All are welcome. :D:D:D

On! On!

G.M. Wirgin Bluce

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yes sven i will be there on saturday, and i consider it a great honour to have played a very small part in setting the trail under the guidence of our lord and master wirgin bluce with the help of american george,

they turned my first sugested totally inadequate trail into a trail that im sure will have them FRBs running around in circles.

so far we have had a good response by e-mail from those who will be attending (mabe they know that the first drink will be on me).

i even got an email from one mr saddam who said he heard this was the mother of all trails and would do his best to attend, "but everything depended on his mate a mr houdini if he could get away"

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come on limbo, whats the excuse this month?

dont you know the first drink his on me

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come on limbo, whats the excuse this month?

dont you know the first drink his on me

Didn't you know limbo only drinks :o now and won't be looking for any :D

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come on limbo, whats the excuse this month?

dont you know the first drink his on me

...eh....eh....eh..... coke light with lemon (Khao Panzaa!!!).

No, I don't have an excuse, because I didn't open the excuse-book yet.

(page 36, 3d paragraph: It rained last night and I forgot to take my sportshoes in / page 49 paragraph 6: On the way for a sanitary stop last night I stumbled over the cat and now my knee hurts)

Is it really sure, that you can walk as well? I mean walk like in 'walking'. Simply put the one foot in front of the other without making little jumps and without acousticly accompagnying it with the sounds of a steam locomotive?

I would love to try it out.

Can I sleep another night over it?

Limbo :o

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Is it really sure, that you can walk as well? I mean walk like in 'walking'. Simply put the one foot in front of the other without making little jumps and without acousticly accompagnying it with the sounds of a steam locomotive?

I would love to try it out.

Can I sleep another night over it?

Limbo :o

limbo

do you think i run around the course; we leave that to the FRBs, the old hands have a nice 2 hour stroll around the course

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Dear Dr Limbo,

Now I have been waiting 4 days to read about your experience of your first Hash.

When are you going to share it with all of us here in TV?

Svenivan

ps waiting for something good is to wait for a long time.....

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I experienced the whole event as extremely surrealistic. It could have been a scene from an old Russian movie. A Potempkin between the rice fields.

There is no frame of reference in between my ears, nothing to compare with, I hear no bells ringing spontaneously.

I am trying to recall it, but only an unstructured series of flashbacks project themselves against the innerside of my impressive forehead.

I see grown up men and women showing their knobby knees under the kind of pants I didn't even know the existence of.

I see people who I hold in high esteem turn into naughty boys and girls.

Yes, if anything, then the Hash House Harriers runs seem to be a kind of temporary rejuvenation cure.

Would it only be the appearances which would underline this, but no, also the behaviour of the participating ladies and gentlemen does. Their facial expression, their way of moving. Like young adolescents who are still exploring the width's of their physical existence.

Then, at a certain moment, one of the participants (I suppose a kind of master of ceremony or ringleader) starts to make a completely ununderstandable introduction of the event of the day, that seems to explain something only to those who suffer from the same speech impediment.

The gathering starts to scratch its sportshoes in the muddy earth as if they were circus horses who just learned to count to three.

Suddenly somebody shouts something and a part of the gathered community starts to run.

Yes, run, as if they are afraid to miss a train or an airplane, but I can assure you there wasn't any of these in the neighbourhood.

Their faces express a kind of serious astonishment; they look like bearers of the Olympic Torch even if some of them at best carry one of these plastic waterbottles.

I shortly panicked but then I noticed that the rest of the community quite chaotic but slowly started to move in the direction where the young rascals in the meantime already had disappeared.

So the walk had started. The sun didn't shine, but somebody had forgotten to switch of the heavenly waters so that everybody actually got wet, aside from those who had brought raincoats which of course, that's where raincoats are for, got wet on their behalf.

Yes, we walked indeed on roads where any mentally well-balanced person wouldn't walk if not forced to do so by a flat tyre or another calamity.

I must say that everybody was very friendly to me and permanently tried to encourage me with remarks of the kind 'isn't it beautiful here' and 'these are places one normally doesn't come'.

Of course I admitted all this wholeheartedly, what else could I have done?

Even in the middle of a ricefield, walking on a muddy little dam I was supposed to look around to admire the beauty of the landscape. Pure out of politeness I did, with the result that I stepped in the water with my right foot which added an extra handicap to overcome during the remaining distance of the walk.

At the end of the 'run' everybody was happy and visibly relieved and did everything which was possible to convince each other that it had been a fantastic, superp, hitherto unsurpassed run.

Of course I agreed: I know how to act in public and I am a meek and accommodating person!

As this account is getting too long I shall continue tomorrow.

:o .

Limbo :D

I removed the sentence about our Soap for bad quality and giving a wrong impression,

Limbo.

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I experienced the whole event as extremely surrealistic. It could have been a scene from an old Russian movie. A Potempkin between the rice fields.

There is no frame of reference in between my ears, nothing to compare with, I hear no bells ringing spontaneously.

I am trying to recall it, but only an unstructured series of flashbacks project themselves against the innerside of my impressive forehead.

I see grown up men and women showing their knobby knees under the kind of pants I didn't even know the existence of.

I see people who I hold in high esteem turn into naughty boys and girls.

Yes, if anything, then the Hash House Harriers runs seem to be a kind of temporary rejuvenation cure.

Would it only be the appearances which would underline this, but no, also the behaviour of the participating ladies and gentlemen does. Their facial expression, their way of moving. Like young adolescents who are still exploring the width's of their physical existence.

Then, at a certain moment, one of the participants (I suppose a kind of master of ceremony or ringleader) starts to make a completely ununderstandable introduction of the event of the day, that seems to explain something only to those who suffer from the same speech impediment.

The gathering starts to scratch its sportshoes in the muddy earth as if they were circus horses who just learned to count to three.

Suddenly somebody shouts something and a part of the gathered community starts to run.

Yes, run, as if they are afraid to miss a train or an airplane, but I can assure you there wasn't any of these in the neighbourhood.

Their faces express a kind of serious astonishment; they look like bearers of the Olympic Torch even if some of them at best carry one of these plastic waterbottles.

I shortly panicked but then I noticed that the rest of the community quite chaotic but slowly started to move in the direction where the young rascals in the meantime already had disappeared.

So the walk had started. The sun didn't shine, but somebody had forgotten to switch of the heavenly waters so that everybody actually got wet, aside from those who had brought raincoats which of course, that's where raincoats are for, got wet on their behalf.

Yes, we walked indeed on roads where any mentally well-balanced person wouldn't walk if not forced to do so by a flat tyre or another calamity.

I must say that everybody was very friendly to me and permanently tried to encourage me with remarks of the kind 'isn't it beautiful here' and 'these are places one normally doesn't come'.

Of course I admitted all this wholeheartedly, what else could I have done?

Even in the middle of a ricefield, walking on a muddy little dam I was supposed to look around to admire the beauty of the landscape. Pure out of politeness I did, with the result that I stepped in the water with my right foot which added an extra handicap to overcome during the remaining distance of the walk.

At the end of the 'run' everybody was happy and visibly relieved and did everything which was possible to convince each other that it had been a fantastic, superp, hitherto unsurpassed run.

Of course I agreed: I know how to act in public and I am a meek and accommodating person!

As this account is getting too long I shall continue tomorrow.

:o .

Limbo :D

limbo

before i reply to your slurs on my character,i would like to recall my personal contact with you in my 15 years that i have lived in chaingrai.

the first time i met you was in chaingrai some 6 months ago when we had a 15/20 minute conversation reminissing the chaingrai of years gone by,the second time i had a personal message from you saying maybe we could get together for a drink,the third time was last saturday when you turned up at the hhh without having the courtesy to confirm by e-mail that you was coming.

i am not sure if i spoke to you before the hash started has you arrived with minutes to spare,if i did i would most probably have thanked you for coming, then i remember seeing you for maybe one minute at the half way stage. i could explain in detail why i was standing there and not walking with the hash. but i presume you were busy thinking of your slurs to post and you would not have appreciated a logical explanation.

i did notice you at the buffet that my wife had spent many hours preparing and was a free gesture with a drink thrown in from me with this being my first laying the trail that i had a hand in plus the fact that my birthday was earlier in the month, i remember seeing you a couple of time again mainly filling your face on the free buffet and i think you left when all the food had been consumed.

it has now took you 4 days for you to cower behind a keyboard in order to post a melodramatic report that reads if it came out of a harry potter movie of a harmless saturday afternoon walk.

how dare you sit amongst nice people and post sarcastic comments about peoples attire and remark sarcasticaly about a persons speech in pediment.

i will now address the slur by you on my charactor.

firstly i would like to know how any peron can form an opinion of another person with having less than 2 hours personal contact with the person in 15 years, and then feel justified in calling the person"extremely mean, boot (whatever that means? do you mean clog) utmost detestable,on the edge sadistic role" and then in the same breath call me an honourable member, has i am sure my

wife and 2 children would like to know.

i have never formed an opinion of any body after reading only one page, but in your case i will make an exception.

after reading your post i have come to the conclusion that you are a // removed on special request //.

were i come from,if we take issue with some one we tell them to their face not cower behind a keyboard

Soap is indeed rightfully angry. This anger is based on a sentence I removed from my original post, that was meant to be satyrical but in its context also could be interpreted as completely negative and insulting. I apologised by PM to Soap, who I hold in high esteem..

Limbo

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Who had to sit on the bag full of ice? Who, who, who?

But, first of all, I didn't mean a word of what I said. It was an 'ouverture' for what I wanted to write today and in which I would turn everything completely in the other direction.

That's why I am actually keeping the possibility into account, that you are pulling me a leg this time.

Not a second I thought about the possibility that my words could be taken seriously, as everybody knows you being the opposite of my description. Even it is a misunderstanding I seriously apologize for creating it!

Of course it was a great event, pity that it rained, it met my expectations and even much more than that. You did a great job Soap and so did your wife.

If the nice place where we started and finished would be a restaurant and your wife would cook there every day, I would highly recommend it to everybody and look for a house in its immediate neighbourhood :D . The food was better than one gets served up even in the 'better' restaurants.

A very charming thing was also that quickly a kind of fruit was prepared that a villager had passed on to one of the hashers: 'for the farang' he had said.

Yes, there was a fine atmosphere and everything was very well organised.

It was a great walk through a beautiful landscape and some of the hashers actually have adorable knees :D .

And of course dear Soap: After, with some assistance having set up this run and probably have been spending hours and hours for the preparations walking through the fields yourselves I can fully understand that you didn't participate.

No, you did more: you took care that things went smooth for the others, showed up with refreshments at strategic points to avoid people getting lost and over all you were a great host.

I remember that you mentioned your wife's cooking skills before. Now I understand perfectly that you were not bragging. OK, I understand that I now completely messed up any chance to be invited anymore, yes, even to help you finish the last bottles of the excellent Chinese beer you might have left after the Khao Panzaa.

It shows your generosity to bring some fine examples last Saturday, because I agree fully with you that it is a more than excellent beer (do you remember the shootings on the river with several fatal casualties which decided the future of this beer in Thailand some years ago?), even if the lables don't stick to the bottles very well and the caps show some rust (you never know, they might have been stored for a while on the bottom of the Mekong).

I can recommend the runs of the HHH to everybody. It is a pleasant social event and you indeed visit places where you have never been before. It is, as Soap mentioned in an earlier posting, a nice walk through a nice environment. I guess the distance of last Saturday was about 5 or 6 kilometers. It is however not an easy cake, it is a firm walk on sometimes rough paths.

Erg, the best beer you have for Soap next time he visits. On my account!

Limbo :o

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I experienced the whole event as extremely surrealistic. It could have been a scene from an old Russian movie. A Potempkin between the rice fields.

There is no frame of reference in between my ears, nothing to compare with, I hear no bells ringing spontaneously.

I am trying to recall it, but only an unstructured series of flashbacks project themselves against the innerside of my impressive forehead.

I see grown up men and women showing their knobby knees under the kind of pants I didn't even know the existence of.

I see people who I hold in high esteem turn into naughty boys and girls.

Yes, if anything, then the Hash House Harriers runs seem to be a kind of temporary rejuvenation cure.

Would it only be the appearances which would underline this, but no, also the behaviour of the participating ladies and gentlemen does. Their facial expression, their way of moving. Like young adolescents who are still exploring the width's of their physical existence.

Then, at a certain moment, one of the participants (I suppose a kind of master of ceremony or ringleader) starts to make a completely ununderstandable introduction of the event of the day, that seems to explain something only to those who suffer from the same speech impediment.

The gathering starts to scratch its sportshoes in the muddy earth as if they were circus horses who just learned to count to three.

Suddenly somebody shouts something and a part of the gathered community starts to run.

Yes, run, as if they are afraid to miss a train or an airplane, but I can assure you there wasn't any of these in the neighbourhood.

Their faces express a kind of serious astonishment; they look like bearers of the Olympic Torch even if some of them at best carry one of these plastic waterbottles.

I shortly panicked but then I noticed that the rest of the community quite chaotic but slowly started to move in the direction where the young rascals in the meantime already had disappeared.

So the walk had started. The sun didn't shine, but somebody had forgotten to switch of the heavenly waters so that everybody actually got wet, aside from those who had brought raincoats which of course, that's where raincoats are for, got wet on their behalf.

Yes, we walked indeed on roads where any mentally well-balanced person wouldn't walk if not forced to do so by a flat tyre or another calamity.

I must say that everybody was very friendly to me and permanently tried to encourage me with remarks of the kind 'isn't it beautiful here' and 'these are places one normally doesn't come'.

Of course I admitted all this wholeheartedly, what else could I have done?

Even in the middle of a ricefield, walking on a muddy little dam I was supposed to look around to admire the beauty of the landscape. Pure out of politeness I did, with the result that I stepped in the water with my right foot which added an extra handicap to overcome during the remaining distance of the walk.

At the end of the 'run' everybody was happy and visibly relieved and did everything which was possible to convince each other that it had been a fantastic, superp, hitherto unsurpassed run.

Of course I agreed: I know how to act in public and I am a meek and accommodating person!

As this account is getting too long I shall continue tomorrow.

:o .

Limbo :D

limbo

before i reply to your slurs on my character,i would like to recall my personal contact with you in my 15 years that i have lived in chaingrai.

the first time i met you was in chaingrai some 6 months ago when we had a 15/20 minute conversation reminissing the chaingrai of years gone by,the second time i had a personal message from you saying maybe we could get together for a drink,the third time was last saturday when you turned up at the hhh without having the courtesy to confirm by e-mail that you was coming.

i am not sure if i spoke to you before the hash started has you arrived with minutes to spare,if i did i would most probably have thanked you for coming, then i remember seeing you for maybe one minute at the half way stage. i could explain in detail why i was standing there and not walking with the hash. but i presume you were busy thinking of your slurs to post and you would not have appreciated a logical explanation.

i did notice you at the buffet that my wife had spent many hours preparing and was a free gesture with a drink thrown in from me with this being my first laying the trail that i had a hand in plus the fact that my birthday was earlier in the month, i remember seeing you a couple of time again mainly filling your face on the free buffet and i think you left when all the food had been consumed.

it has now took you 4 days for you to cower behind a keyboard in order to post a melodramatic report that reads if it came out of a harry potter movie of a harmless saturday afternoon walk.

how dare you sit amongst nice people and post sarcastic comments about peoples attire and remark sarcasticaly about a persons speech in pediment.

i will now address the slur by you on my charactor.

firstly i would like to know how any peron can form an opinion of another person with having less than 2 hours personal contact with the person in 15 years, and then feel justified in calling the person"extremely mean, boot (whatever that means? do you mean clog) utmost detestable,on the edge sadistic role" and then in the same breath call me an honourable member, has i am sure my

wife and 2 children would like to know.

i have never formed an opinion of any body after reading only one page, but in your case i will make an exception.

after reading your post i have come to the conclusion that you are a // removed on special request //.

were i come from,if we take issue with some one we tell them to their face not cower behind a keyboard

Soap is indeed rightfully angry. This anger is based on a sentence I removed from my original post, that was meant to be satyrical but in its context also could be interpreted as completely negative and insulting. I apologised by PM to Soap, who I hold in high esteem..

Limbo

When I read Limbo’s review of his first Hash experience I thought it was an amusing satirical account. He seemed to be poking more fun at himself than anything else. Obviously, this was misinterpreted. Soap’s very personal attack on Limbo is entirely inappropriate and demands at least an apology – if not a retraction. Anyone familiar with Limbo knows how uncharacteristic it is for him to intentionally insult or hurt others.

Mymechew

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