Venue : Templer Park
Hare : Tan Chin Wan
Co-Hare : Danny McBride
Scribe : The Ghostwriters
1. The Grand Mistress was absent. Apparently Nan has got to work ! In turn, Hugh Murray had his moment of glory to call the pack to order. With his commando-like voice, he asked for a volunteer to do my scribe. Yes, I know my physical self was still stuck in the traffic, but , spiritually I was already at the run-site. I know exactly what's going on !
2. ON ON was called and the pack started to "run" into a track on the right side of the car park. Notice the word "run", which was soon to be an extravagant and impracticable act after the first check, for to run past a piece of horizontal terrain was a rarity for the rest of the run. It was a backward check and papers were on the right, the pack was ascending up a track. From there, it was an uphill task all the way forming a single file.
3. Sighting guest from Sweden, who works and "likes" Siemens, Jenny, she was resting under the tree with half gallon of the mineral water she had brought along.
4. 2nd check was broken quite effortlesssly, a simple forward checks. But, the goings get tough from there. It's a steep uphill plus slippery tracks.
5. Just when the male hashers were panting, losing their menmentum, something caught their sights which immediately revitalized their exhausted physique - A sexy black bra was spotted hanging on the tree branch (Somebody must have gotten too excited from the previous night's disco? The owner of the bra was identified later on). Local superstition has it that if you hang woman's underwear, you are able to ward-off the ghosts ! Same effect to the "Kwai- Lohs" too?
6. The climb is now clearly parallel to the river, as one could hear the thunderous roar of the water gushing down. The pack now climbed to a height of several hundreds feet. Through windows in the dense foliage walls, one was able to catch occasional glimpses of the waterfalls. In the middle of this rain forest, the view of the surrounding trees was purely magnificent. There're trunks with absolute straightness- like pillars of the earth, rose straight upwards. Unfortunately, in the centre of all beauties, there lies piles and piles of rubbish ! It's an absolute shame and disgrace!
7. The paper trail brought the pack to a valley. It was a steep decline and sided by thorns, bamboos and thickets of every kinds.The pack had to regularly clumber down the slope with both hands clutching at twigs. Then, it was again a steep incline and the pack had to hold on to the vegetation to pull themselves up. The worst going of all consisted of slopes covered with treacherous moss. It was so slippery that you basically had to watch out each step you gonna take.
8. Third check was again a forward check, thus was broken quite effortlessly. This meant that the pack had no chance to regroup themselves, or to rest and catch their breathe. At this point, the pack was completely exhausted as well as soaked through sweat in the efforts to keep up.
9. After about a solid hour of laborious toiling up and down the jungle ridge, it was a marvellous sensation to reach the top of the waterfalls. It was an open space. The pack was seen congregated by the water. Some de-leeched themselves, washed away the clotted blood. Some laid in the sun, bathed in the stream. It was a total relaxed mood, with no sign of anyone checking for papers. The tranquility was soon shattered by the
roaring voice of Hugh Murray, who was saying aloud to Ursula that she does not have to scribe for this run anymore, Knut arrived late and is now somewhere behind on the run. Hhmn... how could he feel my presence? Must have been my hantu whispering in his ear...
10. Soon, some runners, like Paul Smith, Roger and Patrick Coyle were seen running back and forth to look for papers, but to no avail. At this point, the pack was pretty convinced that the hares would have the pack get down by jumping down the waterfalls. Sounds crazy? Yes....but then, we had a cohare here who is an Irish and just got himself married the very same morning!
11. But, even unlawful pleasures must come to an end. After cooling down by the water and totally set the mood for a picnic, On On was called on the other side of the river.The pack reluctantly waded through the water and back to the slippery tracks again. It was downhill all the way. Again, it was the unavoidable drill of lowering themselves down on a ratan/ branches
and the eventual thorns...
12. After passing by high tension wire on top, one had to dive through some undergrowth, with bamboo thickets and ferns. Soon, the pack hit the final checks by the creeks which veered towards right side of the tracks, but, papers were found on the left side of the proper track and brought the pack all the way home.
13. Back at the runsite, circle was conducted by Dave Wilson. It turned out to be an auction: umbrellas, hash chairs and occupants for the hash chairs? The owner for the mysterious black bras was found, it apparently belongs to Mei Mei !
14. The On On was held at PJ Seafood Restaurant, just opposite Lagong. Upon entering the car park, one may wonder if it was a restaurant or a zoo? With sights of : rabbits, ponies and peacocks! It proved to meet the hasher's high gourmet standard afterall.
15. Circle was conducted by Dave, a challenging job in this huge restaurant ! Farewell song was sung to Siu Jun and Paul who is leaving Malaysia. Where will they be going? " To the most wonderful place in the world - Germany" This is thedirect quote from Siu Jun, no bias!
16. Nick Moss and Mary have finally decided to come back to Malaysia. After staying in UK for several months, they have eventually realized they couldn't survive without hashing in Malaysia!
17. Hares and Co-hares were called up on the chairs. Was it a good run? What "run"?? It's more like a hash walk ! So, as expected, an ON Down for the hares all the way !