QWCH3s on tour at RWC

Yes Railay West Coast, (Krabbi, Thailand) was host to numerous QWC hashers and several 'interesting' runs, trials and trails.

We first have to recount the 'Fishermen and Flowers' from the pool-bar down following winding trails of shells, flowerbaskets on poles all the while being refreshed with nature's juices from the hands of exotic beach maidens and waiters to a bamboo chapel where the circle, in dresses, hats, carnations and barefeet bore witness to the uniting of Bummer and Big Toe. ON ON the hashers cried. Some tears indeed were shed. Bride bloomed, bridesmaids and groom too. The spy ensured that Vomit's better half, Amy, got the bouquet, while Comet ended up with the order of the garter. It was great to see Pickle again, who got away with (the tallest) new shoes on the sand.

Later the same day, there was what seemed like an endless run on the free bar, and the energy youth and agility of some of the younger hashers came to the fore – Fartypants, Full Moon, Sideshow, Legolas, Pestasaurus and Rock grooved to the Crazy Foot Funk. Comments were a plenty with the groom holding forth, there was no bucket but a mask and snorkel for the wet arrivals. Allegedly Glaiket and Bubbley later vied for having the biggest bucket and remaining upright.

There was the jungle hill trail led by Razzermashaz, involving everyone getting chased by a very angry billy goat gruff. Winding up at a dead end, a dead nice end, though we didn't fancy the full wax before making our way on in through sea-water.

There was the Hash hash which started at skunk bar, kind of reclined and just descended from there on.

The author was babysitting the night of the notorious stags meet hens night 'stripping hash' so thankfully is unable to report on it beyond noting that two of our most stalwart spent the next day in bed. I'll let you figure who.

In a similar vein there were a number of hash crawls along the east coast, at which there were many on ons, checking ins and down downs. Certainly plenty of misdemeanours for the spies to punish.

There was the fireless bbq ocean run, where we accidentally deposited hashers on various desert Andaman islands. Nigel, Gus, Clive and Rocky shone the way home brightly until the treacherous slippery gang plank On In, which was safely negotiated.

There was a walk on water hash, first along a row of lie low sunbeds and finally unaided. Not much point bucketing the runners of that one.

Penultimately was the silver clips trail up a vertical mountain by fingertip run, Pickle starred; honourable mentions to Ole Thin(g?) Cole and Anxgus and the boys. Experienced hashers stood on the sidelines and offered encouragement. Sensibly.

Last was a torchlit journey to the centre of the earth, led by young Rock deep into the heart of the mountains, dodging bats, and glimpsing illusory lagoons.

Roll call of Hashers on Holiday not mentioned above include Mike, Graham, fathers of bride and groom their spouses Pat, Caroline, and Dessers: Tom, Morgan, Effie, Alex, Peter, Ben….

More could be added with those whose memories remain intact