Hare: Jothi Rama
Co-Hares: William Koh
Venue: Kota Damansara
Scribe: Choo Nai Kwong's boyfriend
As the appointed scribe was away enjoying himself at the SHOT in West Java, Indonesia, he asked me to scribe on his behalf. I shall remain anonymous for obvious reasons.
The turnout was only about half the usual size, probably due to the SHOT. The weather was kind to us, it being somewhat overcast when the rest of the Klang Valley experienced severe thunder storms.
Fortunately for us, we were not located closer to the Philippines.
On-on was called by a look-alike GM as the GM was away at the SHOT.
The pack strolled past the factories into rubber, zigzagging the RRI rubber trees towards the collapsed concrete pipe bridge and across the river, or a wide dirty drain, depending on what you considered it to be. Check was called a short distance ahead at the T-junction. There was a falsie going towards the RRI quarters. The Frops turned back and ran uphill into more rubber, across a paved lane and further up towards the road to Sg Buloh and skirting the secondary jungle.
Paper took the runners up the hill and back again in the direction of the paved lane, with a detour halfway up the ridge of the hill and then down slope towards the collapsed bridge. Paper then turned right into more sparse and level rubber territory and onto the perimeter path and across a still standing concrete bridge.
The landscape on the right of the perimeter path changed for the worse since my last run there a couple of months back. The land there was totally cleared. Sad. The run exited the rubber through a construction site. More precisely, through a building being constructed. In summary, it was, as expected, a runners' and walkers' run/walk. Not a bad Saturday's afternoon stroll through the woods of RRI, feeding the millions of mosquitoes.
As usual, at this runsite, we were entertained to a RC model aeroplane show.
On-on was at an old favourite, Garden World. There was a moderate turnout of 4 tables. As always at Garden World, the food was great.
The "chili chicken" was "ass burning". I guess that was to be expected when Ms. Tanga Chee orders dinner.
On-on.