Run site: N3 27.820 E101 40.869 or for those that prefer english (small e, don't want to annoy the hare Ilona), the abandoned Genting Valley resort.
Hare: Ilona Russell
Co-hare: Patrick Russell
Scribe: Roger Gregson
Better late than never. Apologies to the hare for hash lethargy. Just fired up by the hash challenge.
What I clearly remember about the run was the start, the finish and the beer wagon being moved. The latter can be quite unnerving to an old hasher, quite a disorienting experience.
The start was a farce, a few set off up the correct trail as directed by the GM and had climbed a bit when dog sh*t (for it was he) called on in a different direction. We have no idea why. So, after some toing and froing the trail was reentered (like a familiar wet tunnel) and the run got underway.
Conditions were hot and dry, the first check was up and to the left easily broken down and to the right by Peter.
The second check was in a nice patch of heather surrounded by rabbit sh*t at the top of a hill in belucar (spell check doesn't work). Good trails so far and broken downhill.
Then it got a bit tougher, more like hash challenge territory, treacherous underfoot with all the cane from the ferns and the rotan, single filing and steep, but ok. I liked the frog calls and wonder if you can get them for a mobile ringtone.
Later the trail opened out into oil palm which is good running country streams, birds, estate roads and the like. Running on terraces with a view to one side of lower terraces is an old favourite and the hare got it right.
The last stretches saw the packs back into secondary rainforest and by then we could smell the cooling stream. On leaving the cover the heat was there and the brick gate pillars looked like ancient monuments in Ayutthaya. The trail veered to the right across a gravel plain and into a stream.
Most runners short cutted the last section and missed the cooling river section, just because you can see the cars does not mean you can walk home down the nice gravel road.
The stream was fine but deep in places and dodgy for non-swimmers. Some of us floated down as much as possible while some more who did not exactly short cut, walked along the bank looking down onto the stream, not wanting to get their feet wet I suppose.
Finally the hare and co-hare came into view with a cooling beer or three, a very good ending.
The circle was memorable.
The onon was at the Lucky Light restaurant at the Genting crossroads nearby. A whole day without rain, excellent juju. The run was awarded a T shirt and quite right too.