Venue: Lembah Beringin
Hares… Shan, Abraham Kloggie, Don Cheang, and one other that I forget.
Scribe: Florence Yeoh and her Co Hair.
Florence Yeohs Run Report, like the run, was done by the co hare as it seems is the case with a lot of these Girlfriend /Wife allocated runs, the boyfriend/ husband [who does all the work] gets to set her run and organize every bloody thing, then has to write the scribe report as well. There is no justice in the hash, except the pussy and the pampering for being a good fellow and helping them out.
Run was at Lembah Beringin. 450 kilometers North of KL, I was looking for the duty free shop as we were so far North that there just had to be one close by, as we thort we were at the Thai/Malaysian border when we weren’t were we. We could have done a joint run with Ipoh hash while we were at it. Surely there is someplace to run half that distance from KL …I know we passed several thousand acres of rubber before we arrived at Lembah Beringin. Perhaps there was some place amongst that lot that would have been just like the rubber we ran through in Lembah Beringin.
Run site at the old unfinished shop houses [another economical nightmare for the unfortunate purchasers who lost their money to another greedy unscrupulous Malaysian company. Apparently the area was first put forward as the location of the new KLIA airport and the buyers rushed in, only to be stuffed when the ‘authorities ‘ decided to put it out the other way cos’ ‘some fellow’ had some land at Sepang that was available. We will never know the full or correct story of this disaster, and doubt if the buyers will ever see any of their money.
Anyway….. the assembled pack headed for the rubber at the appointed time after receiving instructions from our “beloved” GM…… Ducks Arse, the Shag of the North Counties, Terrance Ulysses Gardner or TUG for short.[ I heard he likes a tug after a massage as well as the next bloke].
Across the paddock and into the rubber we ran, shuffled, ambled, galloped, walked, strolled, short cut etc following a well marked trail that appeared to have been well recced, thru rubber and some secondary jungle, for about 1 hour, plus several checks later the pack had formed a circle by an Indonesian kongsi where the front runners couldn’t find the trail and after some loud dialogue between Mia and her country men she managed to extract the road to the beer wagon. So it was then on down the road to a T junction where a number of ‘experienced ‘ runners and an Ex GM, turned left, when they should have gone right ….no sense of direction at all these people. Yours truly and a number of the smarter hashers [OM] such as Choy Ling, Ah Won, Barry Daws and a few others went right and found paper after a hundred meters or three and were at the wagon in 15 minutes, the other wayward pack arriving back much later.
Amelia even liked the run. White Rajah, was up to his tricks and cleverly used his GPS to short cut home, sucking a few others along with him. Peter that diet needs you, don’t know what Narul is feeding you, but it is certainly bad for you.
The circle was to see the icing of a number of our faithful brethren for minor infractions, but with 3 Bomohs, Colon King, Huge Murray and Paul Kirkman, taking it in turns to conjure up charges there were a number of cold bums that night. Colon Kings joke about the Terrorist Bummers was rated a keeper as opposed to most of his other oldies.
The free “Makan Kling” ON ON was on site and beers were priced at RM5 ….Good Food and cut price beer make for good fun. …Which continued the following day at Dave Kamakazi’s palatial Palace in Sierra Mas.
Hope all arrived home safer than Robin Cox did Sunday PM, when his car encountered a median strip, several small trees [missed the big ones] and a monsoon drain, removing portions of the cars suspension on its short cut to glory.
Posted by onsec at August 30, 2005 12:03 PM