Venue : Kerling
Hare : Francis Chan CS aka Lansi
Co-Hare : Parang MOB
Scribe : Tan Chin Wan
Hmm…new runsite. Very far-lah, but I guess it was worth the drive. I arrived to a good ample parking lot for the usual Saturday’s lot…lorries, trucks, 4-wheels, Mercedes, protons to kancils. Unfortunately, there were only half the load of cars cos some hashers were indulging in some kind of balls wanking, US Marine Ball and football.
The runsite…geese, turkeys, chickens and even the beautiful fowls from Africa, the guinea fowls were seen coupled with rows of hills in the horizon, very promising indeed.
On on was called at 4.30 pm by the formidable GM, Nan into a beautiful orchard of durians, yummy! and rambutans and 1st check was called. Who said hashers have no manners, Jean and Virginia actually asked the permission of the owner before going on a rampage of plucking off all the rambutans. The owner must have regretted his permission.
Then we ascend our first hill of rubber plants and eventually descend into the oil palm plantation and passing more orchards. I was just thinking, this run should qualify for a medal as it certainly fit into one of the criteria of a diversified terrain of orchard, rubber and oil palm SO FAR. On on we go further. Beautiful and breathtaking views, misty valleys were thrown in.
Oh! Oh! Oh NO, the nightmare began (unknown to us still then). Some hashers were still taking it easy and chatting away thinking that this was just another hill. Then the rain came drizzling down and eventually pouring onto us. Needless to say, all the tough hashers have no problem being drenched. Slowly, slowly we went up track on this giant hill that seems to be endless. The rain certainly did not make things easy. Hashers were seen climbing on all fours, plough to the surface of the earth, grabbing onto whatever they could get hold of… roots, branches, thorns, earth (very desperate-lah), twigs, to proceed upwards and prevent from slipping. Here at this point, the true colours of hashers came out…what the f…, “teu na ma…” , mad-lah and so forth. The four letter word in various languages and dialects were heard all the way up. Two good samaritans, Shan and Hugh were shouting on on and honking to keep the troop going. It’s getting dark.
Finally, when we came out of the hill onto a tarmac road, we could not see anything ahead of us cos it was so thick with mist. Likewise, the medal image also faded. Blindly we found our way down, sliding most of the way among the slippery path and home.
First runner in was 2 hours 15 min. Most of the pack were out by 7.30pm. However there were still some poor souls inside. Eventually when we break for dinner, about 12 paxs were still in there, at various part of the jungle. The GM decide to call the circle off, while two co-hares lead the lucky ones who were out to dinner and two hares/co-hares will stayed back for some action.
By 9.30pm, when dinner was over, we got a phone call to say 7 hashers were out at Kuala Kubu town or something like that. The usual tradition of on downs were called off too. When we left after dinner, apparently, Emilia, Saru and Stephenie were still in there. Finally, a check the next morning found that they came out about 2.30am. What a night!
Posted by onsec at November 18, 2003 10:24 PM