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A full bus load of merry hashers arrived in Hoc Mon just in time for a good soak. Hare for the runners, Paddy Fag, waved us off in a general direction westward; we were undeterred by these vague instructions as we were promised a lavish beer stop. Walking hare, Pole Polisher, pleased to be back in Vietnam, guided the walkers off somewhere south.
The inclement weather quickly dispersed the shreddy, which led to hashers meticulously scouring pathways, verges, and levees for any sign of said shreddy, i recall one female hasher exclaiming, after 30 minutes of forensic searching," sod this, i'm heading back to the bus." never quite sure if she was ever seen again.
I'm always fascinated by the rivers in Hoc Mon, tranquil, sometimes clear, sometimes full of Luc Binh Do the fishermen ever catch anything? but what a way to pass the time on a Sunday afternoon cold beer in one hand and rod in the other, watching the water wend its way along.
Fortunately, veteran hasher Taste Greats radar was working well, he always seems to find the trail ( reminds me of "Fucking Everywhere") he guided us on into the forthcoming gloom. I was confused and bemused when a couple new to hashing passed me on their motorcycle, going in the direction; hence we had come exclaiming, "were looking for the beer stop." They were heading back to the vicinity of the Crocodile farm; I was not sure if i saw them again that evening. I was curious about the Croc farm, so I stopped and counted at least 24 beasts destined to be next season's shoes and handbags.
The evening descended into night, and 8 of us intrepid hashers agreed "better to stay together" to try and find the bus. (Any thoughts of a beer stop had long evaporated from our minds.) Several hashers,earlier abandoned our merry band as the lure of cold beer overcame their desire to exercise.
In and Out fearing the whereabouts of our merry band (and not keeping the circle waiting a moment longer as the night was getting darker, skies heavier and mosquitos larger) sent the bus coordinates to "Lucky" to aid in our nocturnal navigation. We arrived back to muted cheers and to a chorus of "where you fucking been." I must take a moment to apologise to Finger ring i accidentally tread on her toe while trying to retrieve a long overdue beer.
It was wonderful to welcome old friends and visitors: Dumblewhore and Down Underwear.(Hoc Mon is a little different to Lourdes! } Digga & Classic also from Oz, Chorizo and Flashman from Germany, Smoko & Abyss from the Sunshine Coast.
I thought how well you all looked. Thank you for taking time to come and visit us from your travels around Lao.
Apologies for any errors or omissions purely accidental.
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