Hangover/Full Moon Trail

I took a cab out to the site of the hangover trail. Its a secluded area on the beach about 12 miles out of town. Its a small covered shed next to a small Hindu temple in the shadow of a bankrupt, deserted hi-rise hotel. I`m still not 100% from yesterday. I arrive during a tropical downpour just in time to see the hangover runners return from the short trail. More food is prepared and the beer is flowing. Half the pack jumps into the water and I follow. The water is not very cold but feels pretty good in the tropical heat. I mention to someone that Tits Ahoy looks a lot like one of our harriettes, Cherry Popper. At the mention of her name a woman next to me says"Cherry Popper?! I`ve known her for years!" Turns out its Dr PP. So I catch her up on AH3 gossip. Circle starts and everyone reluctantly drags their ass out of the sea. Its the best circle yet, culminating with a harriette auctioning off her red bra for charity. An old hasher couple show up with a load of Durians from their Durian plantation. Prozac says if you want to try some better move quick.I try a small piece. The taste is garlicy up front but then mellows to a sweet, creamy texture. Not at all disgusting. Why Not? is in heaven. She says its been 3 years since she had some and she and Prozac are chowing down. Another older harriette comes up to say hi to Why Not? and gives her a peck on the lips. She recoils in horror when she tastes the durian on her breath. Everyone is really relaxed after the long weekend and the party continues until 4PM.
Prozac offers me a ride with Big Willie, who they are staying with, to the start of the full moon hash a few miles away. Big Willie takes us to his house where he graciously offers me a shower to wash off the salt crust. I am finally feeling back to normal. His house is beautiful; 3 stories,high ceilings,Buddhist decor, koi pond out back. Its nice to just sit and chill out for a couple of hours after the busy weekend. Enos prattles on and on about god knows what the whole time then its time to go meet the full moon hash. The turnout is large, at least 50, and mostly visitors. We are told its going to be more of a pub crawl but are soon wandering around the back lanes of Batu Feringhi, the local beach resort. Falses have us walking up driveways and cutting thru back yards. One old man looks out his window and says something to the effect of " What the fuck are you doing in my back yard?" Luckily they don`t have handguns here! Eventually we come out on the main drag, cross it and end up at an open air seafood stall right on the beach. The fresh fish is wonderful and I select a small red snapper. It comes fried and served with a spicy tamarind chili sauce with tomatos,onions and bell peppers. Perfect! I am sitting with a group of Chinese hashers and one of the eyes me attentively as I dive into my dinner. I remove the head of the fish and he asks if I`m going to eat it. I said no. He said you`re missing the best part. So with his instruction I eat the cheeks meat under the eyes, a delicacy he assures me. He then shows me how to dissect the head to get to the meat on top. It`s a real Anthony Bourdain moment. I had no idea there is that much meat in a fish head. He then insists I try the tail. Not the meat at the end but the entire fin. I pass on this. He tells me the Chinese eat the head, tail and gills first; they`re not that interested in the actual fish fillet. I polish off the whole thing and am happily stuffed. Its the best snapper I`ve had since Vera Cruz in 2006. Circle then starts on the beach but its half hearted as everyone wants to watch England get their asses handed to them by Germany. I get a cab back to the hotel in time to see the second half. I feel great. Things are looking up.