Lanna Bush H3 #62

What an adventure . . . after an early morning flight to Chiang Mai, we proceeded on in a rental car for over 8 hours to drive up to the Burmese Border for a fun filled weekend of extreme hashing. This was no ordinary 8 hour drive though. If you have ever driven the Road to Hana on Maui, this was all of that times 5. A thousand twists and turns to make your stomach roll over, and over, and over. It had been raining off and on for days, and one of the bridges along the way had actually been partially washed out, so we had a 2 hour delay while the road crew dumped a few truck loads of dirt in to fill in the seam.

We arrived in the late afternoon on Friday, in time to get settled and wait for the next rain storm to start. We then drove another 30 minutes into town for dinner and drinks. It rained all night . . . so we anticipated a sloppy trail on Saturday. After a night of drinks, we rallied on Saturday morning for 4 hours of slipping and sliding through the jungles of northern Thailand. The pictures don’t tell the whole story, as I only took pictures when it was not pouring down rain. It was a lot of fun, but lots of killer hills, and testing fate in the hopes of not falling down multiple times (some did, I was lucky).

Trail was set up in three phases; first phase was 8-10 kms depending on how many checks you had to break, second phase was about the same, and third phase was only about 5 kms and less hilly. We had about a dozen hashers on phase 1 & 2, but most of us had had enough by that point, and only 4 of us continued on to do phase 3. For the first two, I clocked up 17 kms, others landed between 15.5 and 20 kms. Those that did all three topped out at over 25 kms. We were all soaked with sweat and rain over 4 plus hours of fun.

After a long hot shower and some dry clothes, we tapped the kegs and pulled out the ice for circle. Over the next several hours we had a raucous circle, a fabulous dinner, and more circle. I only made it to 2100 and had to crash, waking up in the middle of the night for a trip to the wizzer, I could still hear a few hard core hashers singing and laughing as late as 0300 Sunday morning. Oh to be young again.

Sunday was a reverse repeat of Friday’s highway adventure, but we came back a slightly less curvy route, but still stomach turning. Now back in Chiang Mai resting, ready for a hash trail with the CH3 tomorrow afternoon. Life is full of grand adventures.Read more