Venue: Ulu Yam
Hare: Mike Moore
Co-Hare: Gary Waring
Scribe: Chu Chu
For the sheer fun of it, the scribe decided to do the write up in phonetic Cantonese. For those clueless, please see Ah Wan, my official interpreter. Here goes:- to be read with a Cantonese accent:
Yee kor pai loke – ching hai tai yeok look sap kor yun lei ‘hash’ – yan wei yau sarn kor lei yau:Dave kor wong low ng foong kong par-ti hai Phuket; Ben kai par-ti hai Sierra Mas;chung yau Torn yun huey han Ching.
Dei fong ngor dei wooi hup – jow hai chow si huey Ulu Yam. Sor yee ngor dei, ng kok tak king kay kor wan king. Yat hay sau – ngor dei seong yup low gau shi – kay chung yau yun kew sun fu, sut tow toong. Ngor dei king kor – sarn; ping dei; low gau shi; tung yau shi; chook shi; sai hor; kampong; sarn pa. Ngor kok tak, kor wan king, kay ho – teen yau yum – yau tor shi mook –
ho kor jow hai keen sun sut.
’Checks’ – charm ng tor fai gau deem – putt kor yau, yat po fun – ng gau chi – yau fu kun yun, jiap hay kor chi, kun chee lok diau lok sarn – tung si wark, lam yun kor ku-ku, tung mai lui yun kor har sun hai seong chi. Ho choi Charles Lee pong sau diau toh tee chi.
Charm ng tor jau farn toe – ngor dei king kor sai kua jarm – ma lai por-por tung kung-kung, tai tong hau. Ho toh chei Ah Mike.
Dui ng chee, ngor mo hai “circle” tung mai “on-on” - ngor tai gun hai ho kek : ho fui hai, ho pun yao, ho yit lao, ho tor bei chao tung mai tor tor ho sik. Zhang hai mo tak deng – goom kor sun woot, ng toe wun!
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Ok ! Ok! I relent – here’s the boring english equivalent.
It was a smallish turnout this Saturday around 60. Three events have understandably depleted the pack - Dave’s stag party in Phuket; Ben’s hen affair in Sierra Mas; and the Chinese annual pilgrimage to the grave sites of their deceased folks.
All time favourite run site was in Ulu Yam. So no surprise as to the type of terrain, flora and fauna. A hilly start up old rubber accompanied by some groans and aching knees. The trail went through more old rubber – secondary jungle – bamboo groves – terraces – small rivers and some views with a kampong to boot. Certainly beat running in a gym. The trail was pleasant with no harsh sun beating on us amid the abundant greenery.
The checks were broken fairly quickly - at some sections, there was a dearth of papers and even missing altogether due to vandalism by the locals, I suspect. Some of the missing papers were thrown down steep ravines which misled a few runners - a couple of the papers even had some vulgar ‘art work’ on it. Of course reliable Charles Lee was seen diligently filling up those stretches.
Towards the end of the run, the hare had the initiative to make use of the local Mak and Pak Chik to man the melon stop – thank you hare for the juicy fruits.
Sorry yours truly didn’t stay for the circle and on-on, thus am clueless as to the going ons. Of course I imagine the usual ingredients are often present viz: abundant laughter, fun, camaraderie, friendly humiliation and jesting of one another, good company, good food and copious beer. Ah! What a life! Yet another good day out.