Hare: Cheah Cheang Sio (Virgin Hare)
Co-Hares: Spastic Don Cheang & many Chinese
Venue: Ulu Langat
Scribe: CP & KNLT for absent Frankie Khoo
I called up Spastic Don to ask him if the road was sedan friendly or 4WD friendly. His response was "it's tarmac, all cars can come in." I wonder what Don meant by "tarmac" ...hmm...rocks, sand, potholes? Gee, I always thought tar-mac stood for tarred macadam, i.e., asphalt, but to Don "assfault" evidently is a disease of the rectum, not a road construction material! Parking was along a little stream alongside the dirt road which in places was collapsing into the streambed (more on that later), but it was pretty scenic for a hot day. 80 odd hashers gathered to run this new area not knowing what's in store.
It definitely had all the trademarks of a Rambo or Rainbow run... and not really set by a VIRGIN! (Rambo said it took two 5 1/2-hour sessions of bashing and slashing to cut the trail through the ferns and brush, leaving a trail of tropical deforestation in their wake!) Branched halfway through into long and short routes, it started out with a gentle upward slope that lead us on to the killer hill (a very small, nice, pretty, beautiful, gorgeous hill according to the hare) that went on and on and on vertically and I thought I was going to die. What the heck, I am here now scribing for Frankie Khoo who's conveniently somewhere in Asia but Ulu Langat at that time!
The first check was pretty f*&d up especially when you are running and just getting into it, STOP. Bloody check kept us all looking and it was a back check in the end. The pack got together by then. From then on it was sort of smooth sailing (running) with Kiasu French pushing and shoving people out of his way as he dashed straight uphill. When we got to the LONG / SHORT run intersection, we decided to go on the LONG to the surprise of some folks who were wondering why most people were doing the LONG run! Remember, the promise of the beautiful, small, nice, pretty, gorgeous hill!!! We wanted to see it for ourselves and at the same time for some of us HC wannabes we wanted to taste what a fraction of it would be like. Breathless it was alright.. not just the view, the physical being from the vertical climb.
What goes up must come down they say and came down we did... some of us tumbling down, almost landing on those vicious stumps and thorny vines that took some of us out above the neck. We skied down the sandy slopes out in the open and there the view was spectacular. And all the way to the runsite we ran to the "Babelicious" roast pork waiting for the hungry souls.
Many of us decided to cool down in the inviting stream only to be told later after we've washed ourselves from head to toe that there was a dead dog upstream, no wonder Bob kept saying he could smell a WET dog (not DEAD). Out we got in a jiffy and scrubbed ourselves down with warm water and soap. Dunno about the rest but both Bob and I had a good backscrub and the jealous bastards on downed us for that!!!
It being Australia Day, the Ozzie boys had their revenge and the flag that was desecrated two years ago was brought out. The DESECRATOR was brought to the fore and punished where he was seated bare-arsed on the icy throne and made to sew the flag back with all the Ozzies standing around him. He was left there to fester and rot for a while longer until more charges were made (prob has BLUE balls now). He certainly was not a happy fella but in true hasher spirit he endured it all.
And as we were all getting ready to leave for the makan Khoo's Volvo V70 XC decided to go down to the stream ALMOST, mmm... 2 tyres that is! Well, it nearly fell into the stream, ended up sitting on its chassis straddling that big hole, half the guys were arguing for pulling it forward, other half for pulling out backwards, meanwhile Khoo had the handbrake on (hmm... wonder what kind of driver's license he has! KOPI-O perhaps?!!!)and no one could push or pull, finally Kamikaze pulled it out backwards. PHEW, finally we could all go for our meal. Khoo was still shaking from the experience halfway through dinner!
On On was called at the Tekali Restaurant. Meatball Klaus was sharing Schnapps around since Spastic Don who asked for it left early for another commitment. There was wine and ample amber nectar going around. Food was good as usual. The usual circle was called, charges made, raucous catcalls made from certain inebriated members of the peanut gallery (hey! I resemble that remark!) , and more beers guzzled.
Triple On was at Backyard. It must have been a good time there too with an amateurish band playing apparently. Thank you hares.
Posted by onsec at January 26, 2008 11:53 AM