Venue: Serendah Brick Factory
Hare: Juliana Tong Wei Mei
Co-Hares: Samantha Lee plus Rambo (the real Mastermind?)
Scribe: Russell 'Crusty Nuts' Jones
Comic: Nan
WAS IT WORTH THE LONG DRIVE?
[Whining preface from last week's co-hare:]
After the travesty of justice perpetrated last week when the hare (John “Big Job” Brown) was denied a T-shirt, he promptly flew back to the UK on Monday. This decision, which was greeted by hoots of derision led by Hugh Murray and John Belgrave, was apparently made because the weather was a little bit damp and three sprogs could not keep up with the pack on an adult hash. So John decided to take a year off to console himself and meditate on the “meaning of hash” while driving a motorbike from Yorkshire to Tierra del Fuego with his missus. Unfortunately this means that the scribe duties this week have fallen on the co-hare.
While sitting in the usual traffic jam at Rawang discussing the weather with other hashers stuck in their cars around us, such as Professor James and daughter Marie; with the raining pelting down and the lovely smell of durian wafting around, one could not help but think “What the fuck am I doing here?” This feeling was not helped when we arrived at the run site to find that it had turned into a quagmire which made parking quite difficult. Before the run several hashers were standing around under umbrellas – did they not realise that a few minutes later they were going to get soaked anyway? The GM called the pack together promptly at 4:30, made some announcement about a short and a long run and then we all set off.
In true Rambo style we crossed a fast-flowing river after only 200m before heading off into the bush. The first check took the FRBs quite some time to break and thereafter they decided to give up on calling out “on-on” for the rest of the run. Actually the word “run” was a complete misnomer for this afternoon’s activity as it was so wet and slippery that it was mostly a long scramble in the jungle, slipping and sliding up and down the slopes. It was a bit like the Singapore F1 race: quite a good spectacle but with very few overtaking opportunities. However the trail was good, well laid and passed through nice country – even some sugar cane? There were some hills but nothing in the category of “who can put the biggest fucking hill in the middle of the run” prize that some hares seem to be competing for this year. The highlight of my run had to be Maria speeding past me holding a dainty little blue umbrella, forlornly trying to keep her hair-do dry! The split for the long and short runs was quite near the end, and was very well marked. As most of the slower runners reached this after almost 2 hours it did not take us long to decide which trail to follow. The first runners back on the short run (8-9km?) took about 1hr 20mins and the last ones took around 2hrs. I think those on the long run (~12km?) came in after about 2hrs 15mins?
CIRCLE Part 1
The GM started the circle around 8:15 with the first charge going to a very recalcitrant scribe, Dhila. Instead of the usual punishment of sitting on ice she was given a piece of pipe to cover her forearm. This meant that she ended up pouring most of the down-down on her head when she tried to drink it.
Next the GM charged the Murrays with boasting about not paying for all the wine they had drunk recently at a restaurant.
Of course one charge had to be for Maria prancing along the run with her little blue umbrella and so she was duly brought up by the GL. This was followed by back and forth charges between Manuel and Gay Boy over a parking spat they had before the run. Featherlite gave another charge to Gay Boy and Eloise (?) which had something to do with their chairs?
Finally Peter Ken took a down-down in his new shoes but somehow escaped having the beer strained through his new socks. Why?
CIRCLE Part 2
This scribe did not make it to the on-on at the Restoran 218 so I have no idea what transpired there. For consistency and fairness (words not normally associated with the hash) this run should have been given the same verdict as last week – an on-down good run?
Finally I’ll leave you with a picture of last week’s hare and co-hare having a quick beer before setting off to lay the run:
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Russell “Crusty Nuts” Jones – 15/11/2009
Editor's note:
On this very wet day, when even the leeches stayed at home, two very brave (but unwise) female visitors decided to try to complete the run, with dubious footwear and despite everyone's advice, and ended up as lost souls somewhere.
A while later, we realised that David Wilson (who had set off 45 minutes late) was also lost - good news!!
The reason that Heartbreaker's disappearance was good news was that he likes nothing better than helping poor lost young ladies, and can follow a washed-out trail in the pitch dark using only his sense of smell.
The hare-team went off to the restaurant after the circle, but came back promptly and Rambo led a 4-person search party back along the trail.
After 1 or 2km, the three lost souls were found, still moving forwards, but making very very slow progress in the muddy terrain. However, they were only a short distance from the more solid in-trail, and got back to the run-site half an hour later (10.30pm). Dave Wilson preceded them by 20 minutes - as soon as they were found, he was free to continue his run, and was rewarded with a cold Tiger.
