Hare: Chua Yew Leong
Co-Hare: Rambo
Run No.: 1543
Date: Sat. 07th of October 2006
Venue: Kampung Batu 30 Ulu Yam Lama
Scribe: Klaus Gehlhaar
Great planning! Got out of bed at high noon. Opened the Window and: WOW! Great weather and clear air – a beautiful summerday! No HAZE! Man, what a great day for a hash. Where is that damn PH3 list for the upcomming runs?
After a lot of searching I found it. Ah, Ulu Yam Lama – good area! Who´s the Hare? Hmm, Chua Yew Leong – probably a virgin hare. Couldn´t remember having done a run with him yet. So who is the co-hare? What the……? Ah, SHIT, it´s Rambo! (The writer of this report grabs dramatically his chest and starts choking) OK! Close the frigging window. Lock all doors and don´t answer the damn phone and hide in the closet. Yeah, that´s a good plan! Sitting comfy for half an hour in the closet I suddenly received a sms. Damn, I forgot that I promised another hasher to give him a lift to the runsite. My luck - it seems - is running out! OK out of the closet and into the running (haha) gear. (The writer of this report looks at the closet and secretly wipes a tear from his eye – mumbling that he will miss it).
At the runsite was already a quite big crowd and we started the run in time. The GM of course shortcutted right away. This was a promising start…… Running a lot through foul smelling rubber in the beginning. This always gives you a great chance to look fully disgusted at a hasher and pretend you think that he is generating the bad smell. Usually the Hasher blushes and mutters that he has to get a shower. Checks were broken easily and it seemed it would turn into an uneventful normal run. What the hell happened to Rambo? As soon as it gets sunny and hot he avoids the rivers. Only a few crossings and a short walk in a small creek! Normally we have a few drowned Hashers after a Rambo run!
Then we reached a bridge. Some local Bumis handicrafted a fragile bridge made out of bamboo toothpicks. Reason enough for about 10 white devil Hashers to crash on it at the same time. We are talking fat white bastards here – not some fragile asian lightweights! And of course the bridge didn´t stand this massive attack. ( I knewI should have stayed in my closet) All the back running Hashers then had to take the way through the gutter – cursing those bastards!
Then John Castleman lost a dog. He is getting good at this – last Wednesday he lost Joanna. And it was of course our heroic GM who saved the dog and carried it out. Just please explain to me why you where almost the last one out? And why did you have to carry the dog? Why did the dog have such a strange smiling expression on it´s face? Why did you nearly collaps at your car – completely exhaustet (my closet comes back to my mind – I better lock it from the inside). Questions over questions – and I better do not want to hear the answers!
The circle was started then by a recovering GM. And of course the Hash hooligans destroying bridges and John got nominated - as well as Visistors, Newcomers and Returnees. Jimmy jumped in to give some nominations and it didn´t take to long to go to the OnOn.
The best news was, that most of the Chinese buggered off to somebody’s wedding. That gave the white devils the great chance to find out how chinese food really tastes after the Hash. No gulping down the food just to get a second bite. No scenes of Chinese swallowing down whole plates at once. Except for the point, that the beer was warm it was a good run and a good OnOn
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