There are no beerstops or jelly baby regroups. I meet up with Broken Man from TeignValley Hash, whilst chatting with Bubbles. I hear all about the Great Train Rumble and Cambodian Prelubes where buses careered off road and Hashers were lost in the rain, mud and paddyfields! Bubbles was on the Train Rumble and fell down some hole and broke two ribs! Considering he and Soapy were starting their mammoth circumnavigation of GB when they get back he must be a tad worried (they got off OK - see link above!). There were even rumours that someone had died (not substantiated).
After the Red Dress Run, I queued lots for the free beer (very weak free beer!) and little snacks of teeny tiny pancakes with blobs of marshmallow and carrot on top. It starts to get dimpsy so I wander back to the Three Kings Monument to fetch the bicycle that I'd chained to some railings there. Ah, slight problem - in all the fun, I've lost the blasted key to the padlock. I'm kidding right? No. So I traipse back to bicycle hire shop, another kilometre or so, slicked with dust and sweat, only to get presented with a huge bag of spare keys - hundreds of the beggars! I am so incredulous about this turn of events that I have to stop off in a cafe and regale a couple of American Hashers with my woes. they invite me to have a beer (of course!). They are Cumlord and PussyGalore (US hashers are, um, rather wild!) and we discuss, amongst other things, tattoos (they have lots) and Arnie Shwarzenegger.
This picture is of a billboard showing King Bhumibol Adulyadej who is highly revered in Thailand ... Many Thai people were wearing the royal colour yellow with his symbol on the breast - to celebrate his 60th year on the throne. King Bhumibol (78yrs old) is the longest serving monarch in the world. His picture could be seen everywhere.
By the time I get back to the bicycle I have wondered in a huge circle in a beery fug, and it's dark. I start trying different keys. I am half way through the bag when I get approached by a very large Black African hasher who offers his assistance. I tell him my story whereupon he starts trying keys also. Huh, methinks, I was doing that - he tries three keys and the damned padlock opens. Voodoo! or maybe he was just stronger - after all, it was a piddling little padlock. I thank my rescuer profusely and he invites me back to his hotel (nicely). Nicely I decline. I cycle back to hire shop, directly this time, only to find it locked up! It's 19.50hrs and they're supposed to close at 2000hrs! I take cycle back to Eagle House and go straight to bed, do not pass go and sleep really soundly despite the mattress.