Venue : Seminyah Lake Country Home
Hare : Timothy Raj
Co-Hare : Reuben Lamack and Malliga Palaniapan
Scribe : dadahman
The omens were not good. First my 'newish' Jagung Jaguh, pride of the Malaysian motorcycle industry, dies on the way to Wong Ah Kow aka Rob Stott's house. Next in the car Ah Kow shocks me with news that subs are going up to RM160 (must be a competition I don't know about - FCOS - Front Club On Subscriptions. Mother, eat our dust!). I know aluminum siding is all the rage in the west so of course Ah Kow has some homemade aluminium siding on the inside of his jungle-mobile - with sharp edges. I manage to scrap off a good piece of skin from my knee coming out of his jeep. Then at the runsite, hash scalper Amelia relieves me of RM240 with only a measly 4 ringgit left in my wallet. No harriettes are going to follow me back home tonight (do they ever though?)
Good crowd at the run area. You must remember that Jo set a run here not too long ago so this will be a run where comments like "This looks familiar. Didn't Jo do a check here?" will become commonplace. Anyway we start out and soon through a fence in a wood yard. Away in the distance a tall hill beckoned. Now what's the betting that we'll go all the way up that hill. Pretty good I'd say. At the woodyard I walk by the twins-seperated-at-birth May and Ima. Interesting related topics being discussed like "what do you expect to come back as after you die" to "how to decorate the office cubicle". Also heard about Handsome Nick Bloy's upcoming penile reduction surgery. Soon after, just for the heck of it, we're trampling through some dense undergrowth in a swampy valley when I'm sure there's a perfectly good road nearby. Tumbling Bill is with me at this point, looking good with his new pacemaker. There's a check here and I make the right guess and am quite in front. Interesting place, first time I've seen old bandsaw blades used as fencing material. Soon we're at the hill mentioned before and it's uphill all the way through some rubber. Keeps going up and up and I come across Ms Jothi panting and resting halfway up. Oh how the mighty of the Sunday hash walking group have fallen. Most interesting quote heard for the day on that trail. A loud panting heard behind and someone quips "From the sound of the panting, I must be Colin". I'm in no mood to guess which.
At the top a check is broken forward. Again I'm lucky and soon we're going up and around the back of that hill to a ridge that's even higher up. Nice views. Peter B says "I know where we're now. We're near another runsite" and refuses to say more. In some cases a little info is worse than no info at all. Anyway it's scrambling up this higher ridge on all fours sometimes before coming out on the other side and scrambling down again, not far I'm sure where we came up this hill initially. Yes, a big circle up and round this hill. My nimble footness (you heard right!) allows me to gain on the crowd tumbling down the hill so again I'm making good progress. I'm behind Marlis part of the way. At a small gully with bolders, I decided to leap across the bolders, just at the moment when Marlis stops in the middle of the gully. Only my finely honed acrobatic instincts as a KL motorcycle rider allowed me to stop in mid leap without falling into the gully or taking the leap and landing on Marlis.
Soon we're at ground level and in a rubber estate where a pack dogs are having fun chasing harriettes around. Then comes a long long loop through some oil palm and other bits. At a grassy knoll under the pylons, Rambo prematurely calls a circular when there was none and me and Terry gain ground by following paper. Going on and on and on, it gets to the 'rubber legs' stage enjoyed only by hash challenge nitwits. Every time the lead member of a group crests a ridge comes the call "still no end in sight". I remember some talk about people who have died on hash runs "we had a guy struck by lightning in the New Territories" and " we lost two in Bangkok" et cetera. I come across Sir Richard wandering around on his own like some tuan besar of an estate in days long past. A loud groan when we go into rubber (cos we had parked in oil palm) but finally we do make it out back to the runsite. Sweet relief.
First runner out was Graham "Fat Bastard" Woods (Paul Smith made me say that - 'Fat Bastard', blame him) at 1hr 33min. Claims that they lost 3 minutes by taking a wrong turn at the end.. I thought he was being paid to say that by the hares but he was insistent on his innocence and that the story stand true. But anyway, long though it was, it was an enjoyable run so thank you Timothy. I know Reuben had set a short 45 min run before and is trying to compensate now by throwing in an extra half hour to make up.
Circle news. Memory fails me here but I do remember it came after the dog fights (leashes.. whatever happened to them?). Wolfgang got up and made a plea for somebody to come up and take over the organization of the hash challenge. He was given a loud ovation for his part of chief organiser of the HC for the past five? years. He wanted to commend Niel C for his support but of course that "Fat Bastard" having supped on his traditional diet of unhealthy haggis for the past year or so in Blighty was still wheezing his way round on the run.
The bomoh Terry took his HC teammate to task for John for not being conscious at the end of the HC, Colin King for not paying for his GPS, Peter B for just being himeslf on the run i.e. lecherous, Jimmy-Crack-Corn for wanting a bigger horn (with nice accompanying singing of the Appapa song by Roger), P Smith for critiquing the circle singing and some other stuff I'm sure I can't remember. As usual Terry was distracted at the end by one of his young female admirers but thats what you get for taking too much Viagra (not that it's noticable on him, but females can strangely sense those things). I think we got introduced to some new meat for the ladies, Stiff-One from Belgium and Klaus from Germany (after finally getting rid of some other 'damaged' German members). Also a new committee member and Marlis/Kwan came up for something plus a remand from the GM that one of the checks was set way beyond the 100m limit.
I didn't go to the on-on so nothing to report there. Got a wild ride with Ah Kow (and five beers) playing chicken with other road traffic back to my car and then the safety of my home. All in all a good day lah.
Posted by onsec at October 10, 2004 12:24 AM