Venue: Ulu Yam Hot Springs
Hare: John Brown
Co-Hare: Whoremonger
Scribe: Maid Marion
Cars were parked neatly at first and a space allocated for the beer truck. Toilets and large hot baths at the run site is always a good sign although just as the run was about to start the local outdoor adventure boys decided to wade across the postage stamp swamp and through our car park. The key box was hastily put in a place of safety but sadly no one in authority took charge at the allotted moment to send off the pack.
Confusion reigned until our JM Dave ‘Heartbreaker’ Wilson called the pack to order at 4.35pm in the alternative car park. The pack was off and up a gentle tarmac path into the orchards where many of the harriettes relieved the trees of their burden of fruit. Although ‘Featherlite’ did resist the temptation of munching through a jack fruit while on the run.
1st & 2nd checks were disguised well and the pack continued to bark ‘Are You’ for some minutes at both scenic spots. ‘Rambo’ insisted the 2nd check was over the hill down to the river. The trail was down the hill away from the river.
With pack back on trail in lush undergrowth we suddenly emerged into a barren lunar landscape which possibly reminded a few of the moon landing anniversary. The 3rd check confused all and the pack ended up spread out across the barren terraces. A far cry sent everyone back from the false trail they had been pointlessly following. Smart thinkers made a short cut down a dusty road to the point where the paper cut back into greenery. Most ending up trudging through a swamp, ‘exactly as planned’ according to the Hare.
Greenery is greenery and so we went on. Up hill, down dale. More orchards, through bamboo and up another hill down to the river where Charles’YK’ Lee was grabbed by an anaconda illusion to enhance his bathing activities.
Into oil palm for a gentle jog and another sighting of Uncle Looi. Back across the river and heading for home rambling along the beautiful terraces and tracks in overgrown rubber.
A lovely trail in a good area planned nicely by the hares.
Back at the run site over eagerness to get into the hot bath had sent Roelef sprawling causing plenty of red stuff to come out of his head. By the time most of the pack returned he had a neat Roti Canai wrapped around his head. I am told no real damage done although he is now showing a significant increase in IQ.
Many of the pack took the opportunity to have their annual bath. Dorian ‘Kojak' Landers declined due to the truck loads of streptococci he believed lived in these tanks when hashers were present. Probably a wise move. ONON.