Venue : Elmvile Golf Course
Hare : David Wilson
Co-Hare : Paul Kirkman
Scribe : Timothy Raj
Hot,hot,hot, that’s all I could think when we got to the runsite. Parked at the runsite, lot’s of place at what looked like some Inca ruins, abandoned golf club project actually. No ominous hills in sight looked like a ‘flat run’. Thought to myself bastards are going to sprinting all over the place and come out quickly and finish the beers while ‘walkers’ like myself are going to miss the fun at the circle.
Run into the first check with pretty much all the others with Oprah running off in two or three directions (I swear there were more than one of him) or maybe I was just so slow he was his customary ‘appearing and reappearing self’. We finally broke the check and went merrily on our way into palm and promptly ran into another check.
This time ‘three’ Oprahs’ took us all into different directions and the group basically split into two with myself and about thirty others merrily running not on paper with ‘the blind leading the blind’ believe. We finally converged with the main group half hour into the run (who were faithful to paper) amidst swearing of “eh you short cut ahhh” “short cut bastards” (mumbled a little more under the breath) ‘”not fair” and more “you short cut lahhh”.
Reached the point where I was pretty much alone on some seriously eroded and ‘raped’ clearing. With some runners at the back I decided to ‘short cut’ again to avoid a downhill followed by uphill. Ended up with this ‘blind man’ leading a group of not very observant of paper people into a gully of palms. Came out of this gully with some barely audible curses (directed at whom I wonder) into a ‘desert’ .Hot hot again. Evidence of this desert and it’s effects we soon ran into with ‘on on’ (Dave’s yellow Labrador) lying prone having collapsed of a heat stroke being attended to by two pretty nurses ‘Ben’ and Christina.
A few people decided to help with Maya, Chris Boyd, Knut and myself taking turns to carry ‘on on’. At one point the group decided to carry on to ‘go get help’ leaving Knut and myself to carry the poor beast. Having pretty much a problem carrying my own weight Knut and myself finally stopped at where we assumed Dave would be able to bring his truck. After a while of waiting we realised help was not coming in the form of motorised transport so we started agonising on whether to go off paper on what looked like a shorter route out and lo and behold ‘another’ Oprah turns up,(where do they get so many of them) to confirm the ‘shorter route out. He also succeeds in finding a large drum of water in which Knut single handedly carries and dips ‘on on’ in. Shortly after Dave and party arrive. Knut and myself use this’ short cut’ out with Murray leading us out.
Can’t confirm ‘On On’s current health but he was recovering then. (Ed’s Note, Unfortunately ON On died. It was later diagnosed as due to poisoning, and it is suspected that ON ON drank out of a puddle containing rat poison, which is frequently used in palm oil estates)
Some rumblings of ‘tunnel killed by back’ and “what if it rained and I drowned” were heard, though I avoided this tunnel in my ‘short cut’ back I think the run was nice and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Thanks to David and Paul. Run had a good mix of running and walking. Wasn’t able to find out the first runners time but estimate it to be about an hour 20 mins.
Circle consisted of the customary swearing and belittling of each other with particular venom directed at the ‘Yank’ GM during the introduction of guest ‘China girl’ from Atlanta. Gan and Laila having hashed all over the world for 22 years were finally signed up as Petaling Hash members, welcome to Gan and Laila,nice to have them around. Dave and ‘the dog rescuers were put up there too and accused of being ‘dog killers not knowing what to do’, still it was free beer, what the hell. Patrick the kid had two guests, was accused on focusing on ‘Japanese girls’ although by then I might have been too sloshed to remember accurately.
The on on was pretty much a blur as we followed ‘Yank’ GM merrily back to K.L before realising it was in Kajang.reached in time to lick some left over morsels with a the sounds of a rather loud ‘Filipino estate manager type’ standing up belittling his fellow Philipinos accusing them of being ‘queer’, insensitive dog eaters and lacking responsibility.
Hell of a way to spend a Saturday.
Posted by onsec at October 29, 2004 06:58 PM