LISTEN UP, YOU MISCREANTS. It’s time to talk about 2026.
You survived another year of questionable life choices, lukewarm beer in soi 80, and slightly less-than-legal adventures. Congratulations. Now we reward your mediocrity.
Forget the resolutions. Forget your gym membership. The only thing you need to focus on is getting your sorry ass to the Hua Hin Full Moon Hash 2026.
We’re not resting on our laurels. We’ve been out there, sniffing around the underbelly of this beautiful country. And next year, we are coming back harder, dirtier, and drunker. If that’s possible!
The 2026 Mandate:
NEW TRAILS: No more polite promenades. We’re pushing you into the thick stuff—the real dirt, the punishing hills, the views you earn. If you want a jogging path, you’re in the wrong country. But we have easy short cuts for wankers and walkers!.
BEER STOPS: Because necessity is the mother of invention, and we’re thirsty bastards. Consider it essential hydration.
NEW T-SHIRTS: A new skin to shed your old sins. Get one. Wear it till it stinks. It’s a badge of honor, not a fashion statement. New prices too!
EXCITING NEW RESTAURANTS: We aren't lining the pockets of the chain joints. Our mission, as always, is simple: Support the local scene. We're hunting down those hidden, honest-to-god Thai kitchens where the food is real, the spice is right, and the atmosphere is genuine. Every baht you spend after the run goes directly into the hands of the people who make this town tick. And yeah, we’ll continue to toss a few bucks toward the local charities because, well, someone has to.
You don't need a yacht or a corporate expense account to join this circus. No expense Committee accounts! You just need a pair of worn-out shoes and a thirst for something real.
And for the rest of you reprobates who prefer the dark side of the moon: relax. We haven't forgotten the legendary Gentleman's Hash—a critical piece of cultural immersion where we take time out to visit our... friends around town. Some traditions, however questionable, must be maintained.
URGENT BULLETIN: THE APOCALYPSE IS NIGH.
As if that wasn't enough, we're taking this whole sad show on the road for the one, the only, Penny Lames' 60th. This isn't a party; it's a multi-day test of endurance and liver function.
Get ready for the trifecta of self-destruction: an Outstation featuring a glorious 7/11 Hash, the mandatory Full Moon Hash, and the inevitable, soul-crushing Hangover Run. We're guaranteeing maximum carnage.
DETAILS COMING SOON. GOD HELP US ALL.
On on
Millionaires? Maybe next year. “No Money, No Honey”
Get ready. 2026 is going to hurt—in the best possible way.
