Venue: Serendah Waterfall
Hare: Barry Sage
Scribe: Sripen
While most of the Committee members were enjoying themselves in Chiengmai on the Interhash, certainly cool and dry at this time of the year, many remaining hashers had to make do with a wet and muddy runsite north of Rawang.
Actually the runsite was beautiful. It was drizzling most of the time, but no real downpour, and the vegetation was green and lush, not dry and yellowish as a certain other place. The runsite had not been used for some time and it was new to many of us. First we had to struggle uphill on muddy slopes, interspersed with trails on hard rocks covered with slimy green algae and moss. There was some amount of pushing and pulling, but the scribes are discrete and will not cite anyone for indecent pushing. A few hungry leeches took advantage of the readily served meal passing by (another thing they missed in Chiengmai).
After the main hill, the run became easier. The hare had considerately provided directions for both a long and a short run and Berry even screened the runners at the T-junction (or gave personal advice if you want to express it that way). The long run was certainly very scenic. Coming out of the forested hill, we descended on a lot that perhaps may be used for a resort in the future for those who long for a tranquil spot, surrounded by verdant hills.
The trail continued around a large area used for vegetable farming and a few fish ponds. Experienced hashers told that this was quite recent agricultural development after the area was opened up due to logging activities. The area with fields was long and rather narrow, so a number of hashers spotted the front runners and short-cutted across the fields. The home-trail was easy, down a gently sloping gravel road, which gave some of the more energetic runners an opportunity to show that they still had some energy left.
As many of the most vocal hashers were shouting more than 2,000 kms north of the runsite, the circle had an intimate atmosphere. But still quite active with a number of charges, none of which will be repeated here as the culprits already have suffered their punishments.
On-on was at a well hidden restaurant, 218. Though we had no opportunity to sample the genuine tom yam, green curry and somdam (green papaya salad) that certain other hashers (hopefully) enjoyed further to the north at the same time, the food was quite good.
However, it is necessary to mention that a group of over ten Chinese are due to sit on ice if they dare to show up next time. Not only did they skip the circle, but they went to the same restaurant, ordered the best food and we busy filling themselves when we arrived. They left, stomachs filled to the brim, while they rest of us were starving and waiting patiently for the cook to prepare what they had spared.