( Reported from Chicken Choker). Fortunately it wasn’t long before we sensed the trail was coming to an end. We reached the On-In and were somewhat surprised that the racists were nowhere to be seen. We waited, waited some more, and after we had almost given them up for dead, they eventually returned (bugger!). On questioning as to what had occurred they explained that as they hadn’t seen any markings (who had?), they decided just to keep on running. Fortunately they decided to give up just before reaching the border with Laos and had returned as light was fading. They looked bedraggled and desperate for a beer (or two or three…).

After a bit of milling about the circle was eventually formed and the hashers began their usual debauchery, including the singing of dirty songs and quenching their thirst with frequent and copious down-downs. Fortunately for the hashers only a few were selected for icing, although the visitors and virgins got a bloody good seeing to, as they say in Yorkshire.

After a bus ride back into town the hashers settled into the On-On-In at a delightful spot next to one of Hanoi’s lakes. Well, I say settled in, but it was a tad more difficult than that as we all (or at least the chubbier amongst us) had to squeeze our ample buttocks into chairs sized for kindergarten kids. Amazingly enough there were no accidents incurring the loss of beer or blood and a good night was had by all.

On On

Chicken Choker!

PS. Apologies for the lack of naming and shaming but my memory is shot and this also explains my completely fabricated account of the hash yesterday.