Hare: Ti Cheng Peng
Location: Ulu Renning
Scribe: Rob Stott
The last three weeks runs have all been completely different. ‘ vive la difference’ say the frogs. If this run was used tracks from the hash challenge it seems to me the challenge is to avoid tripping up and falling over and to avoid getting cut to pieces by thorns. In fact Marles who tried to run on a stretch of overgrown rubber terrace fell and twisted her knee.
Unrestrained dogs were also in evidence contributing to the hazards for falling over. I thought the committee had banned dogs unless they were on a leash.
We were graced by an appearance of the GM who now must have realized that the ‘P’ in PHHH stands for Petaling and not Phuket.
After the GM’s introduction and advice to follow paper the run started in the usual manner along a wide track which allowed the fast to separate from the slow. Across the usual valley and to a check which seemed to take a long time to break, nevertheless the young and fit came bounding back to race for the lead. Someone should tell them it’s not a race. The papers lead through some uncultivated area of saplings with the paper alternating between a semblance of a track and bashing through eventually leading out into rubber.
There was an inviting track to the right but papers went left into the scrub. The young and energetic blindly followed the paper but wise old heads such as Choo Nai Kwan went to the right and found papers. The papers were laid at either side of the road to try and hide the papers from shortcutters but observant hashers were not fooled by this. Papers again lead through young trees on and off recognized paths to emerge again in the rubber estate. No sooner had we got on to a good track to run on we were back descending terraces and into a valley by a stream full of thorns. Checking forward resulting in skin being ripped apart by thorns, but then this was no deterrent to the hare’s team. However, the check was set to stuff the FROP’s and allow the walkers to catch up by shortcutting on the earlier track above.
The trail continued with a bit of running and then single file walking on creeper and root infested rubber terrace tracks. The pack was kept together because there was no way for passing on the narrow tracks. Then there was the obligatory river to cross, but to get the river crossing there were steep banks to descent, like 10 foot drops and then the opposite side was equally steep having to use rock climbing techniques to move one limb at a time grab hold of a secure rock or tree stump. The majority of the pack was together as the young and fit had run ahead whilst the pack waited for the timid to descend and climb up the muddy slope may worse as each hasher brought more water onto the slope from coming out of the river. We then got into dusun country where the terrain became more pleasant and there was the possibility to start running. Hopes of reaching the beer wagon increased as the track changed to tarmac but remembering we had started in oil palm and there was no oil palm in sight quickly dashed these ideas. We went of the tarmac and on to rubber tracks and then oil palm came into sight; along some oil palm tracks and then the abandoned cleared roads and the beer wagon was in sight.
The weather had turned for the worse for us at the run site as the rain became heavy, but Klang Valley residents would like it as the reservoirs would be filling. The GM turned up trying to give an impression of a zebra but I’m told this is de rigour for the Juventus Newcastle supporters as normal garb for the weather up north. It is worthy of note to mention that the GM was fulfilling his obligations to PHHH hash in running the festivities? after the run in preference to watching his team loose to some newly promoted no hopers.
The rain got heavier so it was time to cabut.