ANZAC Day Run
Venue: Ulu Yam Football Field
Hare: Some Australians & N/Zealanders
Scribe: Ugly Mike
It must be something in the air - you wait months for one celebration run by the Matt Salleh crowd and then two come along in a row...... Our Antipodean brothers and sisters had promised a fine spread in memorial of Anzac day deep in the Ulu Yam plantations and with Graham Davidson already setting a run this month there was no chance of a 4 hour special. Armed with that info I set off with a hash virgin in tow for a pleasant afternoon in the jungle.
Directions led us to the usual site at the Ulu Yam football field - although as usual, if you are not a regular you might have struggled to have any clue as to where you were going. Even Hash Shag was not able to help a car full of damsels in distress from his temporary residence deep in the Aussie outback.
Onwards to the runsite and all was forgiven as the Ulu Yam football field was resplendent in pre-BBQ activity with a fine erection in place. Jimmy was also standing proud making grunting noises and calling us on-on.
The run took us on a path through the plantation to the first check that was broken at the back by Mother Sheep, "They must be going up to the Banyan tree" he proclaimed. By check two, 10 minutes in, the virgin was looking sick.... but since Graham Davidson had nothing to do with it there was nothing to worry about. Right? The Third check gave me an interesting insight into the life in the Petaling pack. In fitting with the hares for the day the entire pack decided to spurn the lure of paper and follow like sheep off and round the hill, only to find there were three possible options of paper! Bloody sheep - never do as they are told. So after following paper in reverse and milling around for a while making sure our virgin was still alive we heading down into some shiggy and back up the hill. Here we were greeted by Candy and her flock of sheep proclaiming that they didn't have paper and they were going home. This confused the scribe greatly as there was paper all over the place. Jane Train soon came to the rescue and told them all to stop being pussies (and I thought they were sheep) and to keep following F'ing paper.
So onwards down a steep and slippery hill, stopping to be photographed by and Australian madman and then on back into the plantation. By now the virgin was not happy - 90 minutes in and more to come. I began to sense the involvement of Mr Davidson.... Then we heard music - ah the sounds of Men at Work? Rolf Harris? That Holly lass from Neighbours? Surely it was home? No lah - Indon karaoke in the plantation lah. Shit. Virgin now getting very very tired. Salvation was near however as round the next corner we found the river and home... So after two hours of pleasant walking in fine hashing weather across some interesting terrain and some crafty checks we were home to find a free Polo shirt!
The Circle was formed pre-sunset and in keeping with the theme of the day there was a horn and a passionate reminder of what we were celebrating that day. Charges were then in order and duly handed out including some ogling of Nina and something about Jimmy falling into a drain. The food was then served for a splendid RM10 for some excellent meat (including a fine leg or 6 of lamb) and more free beers! Nice.
So all in all a fine day out in Ulu Yam in honour of Anzac day.
On On.
Posted by onsec at May 22, 2006 12:11 PM