14 JULY 2019
LONG SON ISLAND
Hares: Mr. T, Cleaver
Hash Flasher: Chom Chom
Report: Faulty Brakes
Edging closer to the magical 900 run, this Sunday we visited Long Son Island. This venue inevitably has thrown us up a few curved balls. In the past we had the dreaded attack of the hornets on Secs and maybe that might have explained his absence this week and we had the situation where 2 curmudgeons were nearly stranded overnight on top of the mountain a few years ago. The hoodoo we call the “curse of Long Son“ struck again this Sunday when a party of 12 hashers turned up at the wrong Down Down location.
The pre run assembly took place at Cafe Uno where 58 hashers were registered for today’s trip.This week we had a large number of children and now we must emphasize the IMPORTANCE OF KEEPING CHILDREN UNDER STRICT SUPERVISION DURING THE WALK AND DOWN DOWN, this is for everyone's benefit and failure to adhere to this policy in the future could lead to the BANNING OF CHILDREN ALTOGETHER from VTH3.
The trail itself consisted of crossing the mountain through thicket, climbing to the summit then ascending the mountain and returning to the Cafe on top of the hill, the trail was marked brilliantly with tapes every 15 meters and this was essential as we know from previous experiences on Long Son how easy it is to go astray. We are grateful to Mr T. along with Cleaver for taping this week’s trail, Mr T. returning on Sunday morning to complete the task so everyone could enjoy the trail today.
The eskies laden with beers, softies, banh mi and ice were stored on the hash bus, while 58 people young and old and one dog headed northwards to Ba Ria. At this stage the weather was bright and sunny with the mercury tipping 32 degrees we knew what would be expected later that afternoon.
Turning left and over the 2 new bridges into Long Son wielding right at the village and on to what we now refer to as the yellow wall we finally arrived to be greeted by the waiting Mr T. Follow the red tapes and the down-down is in the Cafe on top of the hill, nothing could be simpler or so we thought, one group ended up at Bang Lang Cafe on the other side of the island having taken a wrong turn. It was inevitable, the curse had struck again. The Trail began by walking up the tarmac road in single file to the small wall that defines the forest, over upwards and onwards across the wall following the red tapes. Those who completed the trail and ended up at the Cafe having only to reboard the bus and rejoin the rest of the stray hashers at Bang Lang to complete today’s Down Down.
At last with everyone together it was time for ‘Balloon Man’ to enter the fray, this local entrepreneur specialising in contorting balloons in the shapes of poodles thought all his birthdays had come at once. With a little lubricant of Saigon beer, and more kids than you could shake a stick at, he was in his element selling balloons and joining in the Craic of Boozer’s Down Down.
Houston we have a problem, those famous few words rang loud in our ears, yes, on the 50 anniversary of the moon landing we forgot to charge our microphone which led the hapless host having to shout over the screaming children running around.
The usual songs were sang as sinners newbies and everyone got drenched and were welcomed to our hash. The day had come to an end as we clambered on board the bus to return to Uno Cafe the official H.Q of the VTH3 .The remaining refreshments were consumed as we headed for home and now all that was left to do but to store our drinks and rid the bus of empties. Another eventful day had passed on Run 898. Thanks to Chom Chom for today’s great photos.
VTH3 #898 PHOTO GALLERY