Venue: Beranang – Bandar Tasik Kesuma Industrial Area
Hare: Charles Lee
Co-Hare: John Dodgson
Scribe: Barry Sage (in place of recalcitrant Mike “FGB” Clarke)
Before starting, I want it to be clear that I’m writing this report as a favour to Emilia and on condition of FGB’s arse spending considerable time on ice upon his return from Oz, the miserable scribe report-dodging b*****d!
More seriously, before starting the run, the hash remembered & paid its sincere respects to our recently departed member Ron Brooks with a minute’s silence, may he rest in peace.
As we then set off, someone was heard saying “oh this is a very flat area – no hills”. Later if anyone had owned up to this complete crap, they would still be on ice. It certainly wasn’t flat & my god was it hot!
It was also a fast run, through quite an open mixture of palm & rubber plantations plus some forest, essentially over an area bounded by 2 rivers (neither of which we went through, which was a bit of a pity given the heat – did I mention that it was *?!%ing hot). Checks were relatively straightforward, except for the last which split the pack up a bit. Fortunately, we encountered no ‘Nam-style mantraps such as had afflicted the hare on his recce. Frontrunner was back in just over 1 hour 30.
Most enjoyed the run, although it was noticeable that runners were rather happier than walkers. The co-hare did mention that they had considered setting a drinks stop, but couldn’t be bothered (he’ll be joining FGB on ice if I have anything to do with it).
Post run drinks were enjoyed in a beautiful, cool Malaysian evening (it had been really, really hot!) and the circle was convened by the GM. Bomoh Mike Hawkins charged a number of people behaving out of character, including yours truly for showering after the run (real hashers don’t shower) and Bob (Baarb) for actually running (only because his wife wasn’t and therefore he wouldn’t be shown up). Kojak was also called for allowing his girlfriend to pay his subs (my vote for man of the year).
For a change, on-on was at Zuan Kee on the Kajang Industrial Estate (one never tires of the wild boar curry), where beer (home-made and not) was provided by the hares. Baarb was again punished, this time for smelly shorts (although this may have been at the runsite – memory’s a little hazy) and he then in turn called Rambo for using sense of smell to navigate on the run rather than looking where he was going which resulted in a gashed forehead (so enhancing his looks).
Finally, the run was judged a t-shirt by the pack, which unfortunately meant that our hare, Charles Lee, needed to take off his shirt to change.
Another great hash day.