Venue: Kampung Dusun Tua Seberang (near Ulu Langat)
Hare: Ryan Hercus
Co-Hare(s): Jose, Nigel & Colin Hercus, Justin Goh
Scribe: Jerry French (for Chan Sze Sze)
The weather had held, we all set off from the parking alongside a stream following a track and then a path up into the rubber and across a section over to a small stream. Now into bamboo and soon enough another stream, which we crossed and crissed and crossed and walked through until wed had enough and then out up, to emerge at a track, with the check up left I think (well, I set off late) with the torn paper going down right.
Down and around and up again to an expanse of sand, round to the left and up the hill, past loads of ants on the sand track. Down the hill and around the edge of a field to come down again to the sound of running water and a bend, with what was possibly a check up the grass left on the hill, behind some huts and water collection tanks.
The torn paper led around the bend and down the track until it crossed into some ferns and long grass, past a fallen-down hut and then up through some dense tree overgrowth, up a steep hill on a ridge with drops each side until it started to level off, when we came to the reserve section. (There was a fork somewhere before here and probably a check up the one, but the torn paper led left.)
Into the reserve and slightly down-hill, it was here that the waters broke. We were along some terrace/track, but with overgrowth everywhere and a mass of tripping roots and branches. Then started the long decline, down through bamboo, somewhat slushy in places, to come out at a saddle between two hills, open to the skies. Still raining. Up through more bamboo and along and along till some paper hanging in the air indicated left for the long run and on for the short my legs went left and my imagination went on.
The path was water-logged by now and it went around and up, through and down some thinly populated forest and down a steep escarpment to a small surprising sandy clearance. The track went on down and around to join where the first check had been broken right. On to the expanse of sand again and what could only be the on-on in the other corner, up the hill and into light forest again, soon on to well-worn paths that eventually led back to the entrance to the car park.
The other path was also water-logged, funny, that, and it led on and around, through some adventure playground where the young-at-heart had a ball and others continued on through the rain. The bouncy castles were of Baywatch bounce-ability and the submarine ride was simply out of this world. The fun ended when the track came out, a little longer than posted, at the track that had led us all in.
Charges in the circle at the site were probably as follows:
The Italian for running on ahead
only to run back again to check on the progress of his wife.
Marc for his new years resolution to throw his wife down the hill.
Khoo, Pang and Chin for coming early to the site, and not being entirely pleased with the car park landscaping, one by one trying to out-do each other with their grass cutting skills using a parang, and for proudly and lengthily surveying their labours while taking their showers.
Fierce Gay Boy, Juicy Rump, and Dave & Ben for gracing us with their presence after such a long while.
Opera, Charles and Lumiere for new meat, shirts and guest (at least thats what my notes say !)
Eloise, Chal & Lucy for something.
Laurence, Charles and Jerry for using various appendages/clothing/plants to try to protect women.
Paul, Dr Jim and Fierce Gay Boy for spreading false rumours about the brewery as the source for various liver problems.
On on.