Post-pussy-penance

Yes, it was back to reality after our brief trip into pussy heaven on Saturday, as the rain resumed and Kai Jeow attempted to prove you can squeeze 10k of running into 6.7k and still get back before dark.

6.7k? That's all it was, and but for the forced change of run-site, it would have only been 6k, after the hare thoughtfully went out and relaid the in-trail during the run to avoid the 3k loop that somehow got laid in the morning. But on the positive side both Sex Printer and Nichaow were sufficiently misled to come in off paper and Off T and Big Foot both stayed on the paper and didn't need to be rescued by the hare, as the hare was there to guide them home while they could still just about see the trees for the wood.

Shame about the run site though. Sai Kao Resort is a reasonable alternative but we need to keep them sweet as there really aren't a lot of other run-sites in that neck of the woods. Perhaps we might all try to use their services. Now exactly what services is it they offer?

Vaseline (and Scud)'s worst.

Those of us who feared that Vaseline was going to go out on his own with a bag of paper and randomly wander around the hills behind Nam Noi in the hope of eventually ending up back where he started were proved wrong. He went out with Scud and randomly...

And actually there was nothing very random about the process. They had obviously and quite sensibly decided to follow an old run as the old shreddy we kept seeing bore witness.

But things have changed up there; some things have grown and some things have been knocked over. If the pictures (below) of Hatyai two weeks ago lead you to believe that's all that happened in the great storm of '10, think again. Trails which we've run for years are now strewn with fallen trees and sections of the hillside yesterday resembled a scene from The Great Chainsaw Massacre meets Big G Goes Mud Wrestling. The result was that this little 4.6k tour took an hour and 20 minutes to slog round with almost no opportunity to stretch our legs and prove what we are capable of until we actually hit the flat near the run site.

But we all got back; eventually. A chastened Off T having miraculously not got lost on Saturday took his new GPS with him and stuck closely to Moo Sahb just in case, and Gogo Pock alias Tuttee Fruity having escaped the clutches of Chao Kuay was assisted round by Sofar and Ouab-Im as far as the Wat before they escaped to the road and were assisted home by a passing Sawng Tao.

This month's storm is going to affect the way we do things for a while. Bits of 'our' countryside have been devastated and some of 'our' trails are going to be difficult to use for a while until either the debris is cleared or more likely until it gets eaten by the bugs. The moral is that until we work out what's changed, unrecced runs are unwise if not positively dangerous ... but then some of us worked that out a long time ago!