Weirdest, dangerous or most remote run you have done

Ha! You win. Wow, that sucks. Good for you for doing it.

Here's my weird/dangerous/remote run from Sep. 1, 2007:

DO NOT, under any circumstances, run with the Hash House Harriers. Unless you're in Bali on holiday, in which case it could be one of many delightful death-defying adventures you have in one day.

Seriously, I can't quite put into words what an amazing experience this was. You follow a 'treasure trail' marked by bits of paper ... but beware, you might get misled. Anyhow ... the 'trail' ... calling it a mountain goat rut would have been a major overstatement for much of the route. The path took me through a maze of rice paddies (ever run on the crumbling 6-inch wide earth dividers? I have), jungle in which the foliage and six-legged wildlife munched my limbs, over river gorges with 50-foot drops where you crossed on a pole of bamboo ... and that was the easy-to-follow navigable stuff.

I did get really lost, it was near sunset, and I almost cried. Almost. Then I realized that even if I didn't know from whence I came or to where I was going, all I had to do was walk towards the nearest line of smoke (cooking fire) and ask the locals where to go.

I have travelled all over the world and in my own vast country and I have never seen such beauty as I saw on that run. I can't describe it. I'm glad I didn't have a camera--for one thing I probably would have been sleeping in a rice paddy had I taken one minute longer--but also that the immense, intense sensory experience was just for me, just in that moment.

Anyway ... I found the nearest farmer, who was so kind and took me to the nearest village, where a daughter knew where the silly Hashers and their beer truck were, and took me on the back of her motor scooter there. The warmth and hospitality of my people never fail to amaze me.

That's awesome.  I'm moving to Okinawa in January and have heard of group runs similar to the one you wrote about.  Looking forward to that experience.

If it's the Hash House Harriers, yep! They are a blast to run with, and have a particularly, um odd reputation in Asia.

Some of the scenery out there will also be beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Nothing anywhere near that "dangerous"... although I sometimes run into some "thug-wanna-be's" on my creek trail if I go at the "wrong" time (dusk).  If I'm alone, I sometimes feel a little vulnerable, but then I remember that the trail backs up to lots of houses and that if I started screaming bloody murder (or "fire" like I was taught" people would come help.

But most of my runs are very very safe.   

Not even close to comparing to Iraq but here's my story...

Got a little to close to some wild boars...

http://www.seandotson.com/blog/index.php?title=running-with-the-hogs

North Slope Alaska... Summer '99... I was an intern w/ BP
The different oil fields up there host 5k's to get everyone out and moving....

Most interesting one was actually the drive to it... saw three grizzly cubs and mama on the way (triplets in the world of bears are extremly rare)

Most dangerous of them... was marking the route for our field's race.... it was dusk (yes it does get dusky up there for an hour or two in the summer) and while my manager was marking the course w/ flour I was standing in the back of the truck scanning for bears.... thankfully there were none that morning, just foxes

Yes, this may be typical for those that work on the slope or live in the area... but it was a rare delight for me.

I've done some runs in the mountains or strange cities where no one knew where I was going...

But yours definitely beats mine by a mile (or 10)...

Not even gonna try and touch your story.  I live in Suburbia Dallas.  I mean we have some coyotes but that is it.

The hog story was funny though.