Venue : Bentong
Hare : Martial Turrel
Co-Hare : Fuckawee
Scribe : Terry Gardener
I don’t remember much of this run as I was absolutely ill with Flu and whatever other virus’s that were running through my alcohol system at the time, but I will give it my best shot.
Venue : Bentong
Hare : Martial Turrel
Co-Hare : Fuckawee
Scribe : Terry Gardener
I don’t remember much of this run as I was absolutely ill with Flu and whatever other virus’s that were running through my alcohol system at the time, but I will give it my best shot.
I remember a lot of people got there late as it was nearer Kuantan than KL, maybe we should have just gone on to Nenasi. I drove up in my new Hash wagon that day, nice and clean and shiney with a rather delightful harriet (Maureen) who is always promising to “Tune” my balls but never coming up with the goods, I still have on my h/p the message that she sent me “Yes a promise is a promise”, that was about 8 months ago, but ah never mind, one day, I guess I will just have to keep on dreaming . Anyway where was I ? Ah yes the run, I got there about 20 mins before the start in a lovely little run site that looked like we where on Mars, all red and featureless.
The run was started approximately 10mins late to allow other late hashers to get to the run site. I never actually did the run, so I cant really comment on it. I did however see the pack go out across a bridge and then down to the left of the dam, only to emerge on the other side of the dam about 1 hour + later, so I think I would be right in saying that it was a clockwise run. After they emerged from the side of the lake they then had to run across the ankle breaking rocks that made up the dam and back across the bridge and up to the welcoming sight of Ramlis beer wagon. I had taken a stroll up on to the dam with Arnie and we sat and watched the pack come over the dam before we decided to walk back to the wagon, on the way I was asked by ??????? for 50 ringit for which to purchase a bag full of Durian, I was promised the full return of my 50 ringit once she had got changed. Whilst walking up towards the beer wagon a goat had escaped from its owner and was running towards us trying to evade the owner and a few of the brave hashers who tried to capture it, however it met its match when it came up against the formidable champion goat catcher in the shape “Arnie The Hun”, who made just one lunge and had it by the neck. I can say that it was lucky he did not have his Wellington boots on or it would have been squelling louder than it did. So the captured goat was then handed back to its owner who looked like he was going to “Sacrifice” it there and then in font of everyone, he dragged it by the scruff of the neck a few yards before picking it up by its back legs and threw it across his shoulder. Further advancement toward the beer wagon revealed a gaggle of hashers led by none other but another german, Thomas Moser devouring Durian like a man possessed, you could see the demon look in his eyes and when he bit into the durian his eyes rolled over like a shark does in these National Geographic programs, no durian was safe when this man was around or anything else that even resembled or smelled like durian. The there was an injury on the run when Jodie cut her finger and was wandering around the run site looking for some pity. The pity came in the form of Julian who took out his kit and administered first aid to her finger, I’m pleased to say it was’nt her hole finger just the end of it, but it looked like a precision piece of surgery especially after a couple of Tigers.
I did not attend the On On due to my being unfit, but I am assured that it was different.
Posted by onsec at October 4, 2004 11:58 PM