Boring F%$*er and Rico headed out at some point this week to throw together a trail. For anyone to motivate post Thingyan takes amazing effort.
The run started near the airport ensuring that Iron Maiden met us at the start point. Lots of hash bridges of varying levels of fragility were promised, yet few materialized. Part of the trail were strange circular mazes littered with spray dogs. The clouds were kind enough to appear, keeping us from melting completely.