Saturday's run will live in the memory forever; somebody's memory; but not mine. I lost track of it somewhere around the naga's head as we hit the second beer stop (were there really only two? It seemed like more!) The next thing I recall was Sunday morning wondering how I was going to set a run for HH3. But magically it got done, and recorded by GPS (if anyone was using a GPS on Saturday they haven't said so and probably wouldn't have admitted to it anyway!) But Dung Beetle proved once again in case we needed reminding, that we don't always have to do the same thing to have a great afternoon's entertainment, and come to think of it, it's always Dung Beetle who snaps us out of our jungle mindset and sends us off grumbling to do something completely different, which we then all thoroughly enjoy and wonder why we don't do it more often. Thanks Big Boy, and thanks to his team of un-'usual suspects' for organizing the run, T-shirt and party: Wet Spot, Rotten Johnny and Conebrain.
But Sunday it was business as usual with a 7k circumnavigation of Kao Lam, a max. elev. of 181m and a total ascent of about 350m. Good jungle-bashing stuff with a complete traverse of the hostile South face and the more popular North-side being completely eschewed in favor of a gentle flirt with the lower reaches of Kao Wong. The fit bastards took about an hour twenty; Off T brought up the rear in the thick end of two hours. In between the hare gallantly rescued Bid Bleow and Kii Loei in the gathering dusk somewhat to the chagrin of Gas Hole/Gaseous Clay who seems to have taken on the role of errant knight on Sundays, and Danny helped Julie to complete her first day-time Hash in Songkhla, as the sun slipped behind the hill... ahh I feel a song coming on:
But I don't feel afraid
As long as I gaze on
Borogam Sunset
I am in paradise.
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