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VTH3# 978

31/3/2021

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MARCH 28 2021
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NUI THI VAI
Hares: Chippy
Hash Flashers: Chom Chom, Secs
Ringmaster: Chom Chom
Report: Micheal
As the sun rose over small Vung Tau last Sunday morning, one thing was certain, over 50 hashers would be gathering at Tommy’s bar on Le Ngoc Han for the start of run 978. As 1PM approached, over 50 amazing people, set off on their journeys from home to gather for the hash. They arrived, young and old, all dressed in their hashing gear. From top to toe they sparkled and filled with energy. The docker stood with pen in hand as the bull ant kept an eye, the Dong was handed over, but no hasher could deny, the money was well spent, and that we are all sure, as we looked upon the men, who hoisted eskies high. The eskies were all filled with drinks, and sausage rolls and fruit; they'd better not under count or our down down would be down.  Then in we packed into the bus, no seat left unoccupied, with smiles and joy we knew, that time was ticking by, soon we’d be in a mountain, much closer to the sky. 

The bus pulled off at 1:30pm, as stories were exchanged, and the uninformed hashers such as I, were filled with wonderment. Where was the bus going, and how long would it take. The information came through, for Phu My we were set. This was a destination, of an hours drive, so the chatterboxes chatted and others sat reclined. The ladies sat with phones in hand, and the little children wondered why, oh why oh why cannot that phone, be in my little hands. The bus moved through the countryside, as it took its lefts and rights, the bus it was moving fast, to everyones delight. For the diver is a cleaver man and never could go wrong, so our destination we arrived as we gazed upon our quest.
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The mountain looked formidable, as it stretched into the sky, but we were told by Andy that temples lay inside. He told us of the thousand steps, and then a few hundred more, that lay in store for so, if we could only get that high. To make it to the very top we’d need to keep an eye, and watch out for the ribbons or troubles we would find. Then Andy gave the order, as the hashers did move out, we wondered past the iron gates, as we quickened up our pace. Then Chom Chom raced past from the rear, but no one wondered why, for he is the man that captures, our journeys to the sky. 

As we journeyed through the jungle, the mountain we did climb, and broke into our little groups, as we marched towards the sky. There were a few that moved ahead, they're hares and thats a fact, you see them at the very start, and then that is the last. They are the famous hashers, who all have famous names, there’s Chippy, and there’s bull ant, Velcro and Mr. Ben. There are no slouchers in our hash, but these hares we can not catch, until they reach the very top then Chippy’s camera out. She photographs the mountains, she photographs the trees, she photographs the hashers as they rest upon their knees. She is so very funny, you may think she’s missed you out, but tut tut to that very thought when Chippy is about. 

Then at the top we all did gather, to have a look about, we wondered what our eyes could see, there was so much about. The distance stretched beyond our gaze, and then a little more, so we all sat down to talk about our journey to the top.  We talked about the mountain, we talked about the trees and I talked about the little snake you scared me to my knees. 

Then the mountains top we trekked across, as we waved our merry cheer, to the monk and dogs that sit up there, to wind away their years. For some the muscles gave an ache, there is no wonder why, two hours walking up and up, will leave you with sore thighs. Then finally we got there, a temple in the sky, we’d made it to the promised land, as Andy had described. We walked around, we had a drink, but there was little time for us to think. The sun it was setting, but we had far to go, no elevator from from the sky, so many steps to go. As we started down the mountain side, we could not see the end, but we were glad we weren't the ones, travelling on the up. The journey down was not so hard, as we looked across the land, we saw the beauty of the place and the mine that seemed to sleep. 
Back we came in two’s and three’s, we plopped into the chairs, we talked about the hashers who still were not about. We knew that they would make it, for this we had no no fear, but we were getting hungry and we had to wait. Then the word it went about, the sausage rolls were out, the fruit it was being carved up and there was such delight. The dogs were keen, to help us out, but never got there way, they hadn't done as we had done, so we never helped them out. 

The final hashers did return, all looking for revive, the girls drank mostly water but the men preferred their wine (beer). To the last ones back, we all gave cheer and food and drinks and fruit, they were so very lucky, there had been a greedy one about. Now hashers all be mindful to rules we must obey and watchful eyes are needed when problems come our way. Be mindful of the greedy ones who take take away the food for that we must be vigilant and stop the silly fool.

The day it had been magic, so full of fun and cheer, but one more job we had to do before we said good-day. A birthday cake it did appear to mark a special day. With Chippy on the camera and Chom Chom in dismay. The music started playing, the Vietnamese came first, then followed by the chorus from all who were about. 
Happy birthday Ms. HBO. Happy birthday to you.

What followed was the dark of night to take the photo of the day, the eskies and the hashers, the virgins and the sinners. We all stood firm behind the banner waving Saigon chill, with darkness all around us, Chom Chom he shouted cheese. He took a photo and a video of this I'm almost sure, but nothing really mattered now, it was the time to go home. The bus was loaded up, the hashers climbed aboard, the driver pointed to Vung Tau and we were on our way. Onboard the seats they were all full from the front back to the rear, so nothing left for us to do but have a little cheer. The eskies they were opened, the music came about and soon music was playing as we moved back to Tommy’s bar.
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1 Comment
Ruby
3/4/2021 10:50:40

Wow that's amazing! I have learned a lot experiences and enjoyed the run.

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