16 JUNE 2019
LONG HAI MOUNTAINS
Hares: Mr. T, Secs
Hash Flasher: Secs, Tiger Tom
Eskies cleaned? Check! Ice ordered? Check! Enough Saigon Special Check! A variety of Soft Drinks? Check! Cool bags for food? Check!
Chomchom and Zidane, our Beer-meisters this week, single-handedly organise this week’s supplies and loaded it in the Hashmobile, along with 40 expectant hashers wishing to climb aboard to get the best seat, or sit next to their new girlfriend, or new concubine, or add someone to their hareem, or just avoid sitting next to the trouble and strife waited patiently at Uno Coffee. But at 1.30pm already theirs is some consternation as our Hashmobile hasn’t arrived yet! A couple of phone calls later the bus arrives a few minutes later after having left the station late. Supplies loaded; we are soon on our way to our favourite mountain Long Hai.
Not long after passing the Long Son turn off our Hashmobile takes a right turn and laboriously grinds its way up the road to our starting point on the flat side of Long Hai Mountain, on the seaside of the range. We disembark a few hundred meters from the end of the road pleased with the overcast sky and semi cool breeze - perfect Hashing weather. We gather round our Hare, Secs, for the “chalk-talk”. He indicates to the trail leading into the forest - follow the path until you come to the steps, then ascend the steps to the pagoda, then at the T Junction turn right head to the pagoda. Once past the Pagoda it is a downhill run to the beer, softies, banh mi and boozers’ magnificent sambos.
So on-on into the jungle we go! The clement weather and gentle slope make for easy going until we reach the steps. Plenty of time for photos, reflection, ball scratching before setting off up the long arduous steps.
We poise ourselves and tiptoe determinedly up the steps. After some 30 minutes we arrive at the T junction where we turn right and head to the pagoda. We continue on up to the pagoda where many of us take a breather to rest our burning calf muscles.
Not to be deterred after taking many selfie shots at the pagoda the band of gay, merry, sweaty, stinking hashers descend the trail to Minh Dam carpark. But as the decent commenced the heavens opened and a torrential down pour flooded the path, the trail, our underwear our hats, our clothes.
Drenched and standing in the rain, the hashers undeterred opened the eskies and consumed the icy cold beer, whoofed the banh mi down whilst dancing in the rain. A group photo was organised, the circle was skipped due to the continuous torrential down pour, and we boarded the Hashmobile and headed back to Uno Coffee, where along the way we consumed many cans of icy cold beer and softies, spun yarns, told stories, sang songs, sat next to the new girlfriend, or tried to sit next to any new girlfriend, until we reached home.
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