Venue : Kotak Damansara
Hare : Jothi Rama
Co-Hare : Jane Trane, Graham Woods
Scribe : Jimmy Leggett
Kota Damansara, eh? Well we will see if Jiving Jothi can set a proper Petaling run in this area. We admit she has selected a couple of cunning co-hares but this area will still be a challenge to set a good run.
As we loaded our carriages for the short trip to Kota Damansara it didn’t look good for the hares. Obviously they did not pray to the proper Gods as it was raining like Hades. Most of us suppressed a small giggle at the hares being out there laying paper in the rain while we drained a couple of 100 pluses.
A good crowd turned up considering the weather and thinking it might be a short run (Petaling seems to enjoy heartbreak runs). We set off promptly at 4:30 pm and very gently tip-toed along the muddy path next to the factory. Don’t want to get our running shoes wet. Well that didn’t last long. At the back of the factory there is a dry stream bed one must walk across to enter the rubber estate. It was not a dry stream bed today. Today it was a roaring sungai. Most of us went through at approximately belly deep water level. So much for dry shoes.
The paper led to the left through the rubber. Some of the smarter (oops….more experienced) hashers headed to the road and went left. A little easier running at the beginning. The pace was pretty good for about a kilometer where we crossed a bridge and started up a slight rise. Soon hashers were turning left and heading for a hill across a small valley. It appears the front runners had been sighted over there. Down we went and then back up following paper in a circular manner and sure enough we can upon the 1st check very near the paper we followed up the hill. Bloody circular check this early. Jothi wouldn’t do this. However, that frigging Graham would. Must be his warped sense of humor. Never mind start checking. The On Sec decides it must absolutely be on the other side of the hill (behind us) and heads off…..never to be seen again until the end of the run. I think it is back the other way and head off. I then see a Colin H. and Nick M. heading off to the right. Now I have always had a lot of respect for them as womanizers and hashers so along with 15 or 20 other hashers I follow them. Of course there is no paper where we go and people begin to mill around doing nothing but looking lost. Nick M. takes a bunch of them and heads back to the check. Colin and I decide it must be some other way and head off across a hill…..myself being at a slightly lower elevation. Then it is a call from the heavens…..very faint mind you but I can just barely hear someone calling On On. Low and behold in the very far distance on the other side of the bridge and river I can almost make out a body standing on the top of a sand hill calling On On. Very faint call as it was probably 300 to 500 meters from the check. Never mind…..I head for the call and as I am approaching the hasher that was calling disappears into the rubber. I assume the duty of horning and standing on the sand hill and calling On On. Eventually a few hashers come along and are back on trail. Patrick R. was only grumbling a little so it was all considered normal. Eventually a group of about 12 come running from the check directly towards me – as if the fools think they are going to cross the river. They circle around to cross the bridge and finally get back on paper. This was the Lost Tribe of Nick M. Finally Colin and Myna show up and get on paper…..a bit of grumbling but not too bad. Mama Christie finally comes dragging her fat butt across the bridge with two others – one of whom tries to shortcut across the mud and gets stuck up to his knees (hee hee hee).
As each of them straggles pass I ask if there are more behind them and they say “Oh yes – several more lost souls of there”. After more horning and hollering I decide I better go back to the check and find whoever may be left. Needless to say I could find no one. I head back to the paper and the run. I am trying to catch up with the pack. I can hear them off to my left in the far distance. However, there are fences and I stay on paper. I finally arrive back near to where we started and find the bloody On Sec stumbling around in the rubber. It appears some how he had found the home trail. It is now one hour into the run and we ain’t about to start the journey around and over the BIG hill. We head off to do a bit of recee in the general direction the hashers should be coming from and sure enough here they come.
It appears that at the first check Alex Y. immediately said “It’s on the other side of the river.” He went there and sure enough found paper. Alex not only broke the first check but the following five checks of the run. I only saw the beginning and the end. However, from the reports I got it was a pretty good run.
Alex Y. was the first in at 1 hour 20 minutes. Well done hares.
I was amazed at the On On. As Jothi was on the chair and reminded about the maximum distance between check and true trail and our 10 week rule……I didn’t know her eyes could get that big. WOW.
We also concluded the first check had to be set by Jane T.
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