Scribe Reports

Run No: 1398 : 29 December 2003

Venue: Taman Bukit Subang
Hare: Colin Sheppard
Co-hare : Jimmy Legget
Scribe : Robin Cox

A familiar venue with plenty of running area. After all of the Xmas festivities it was nice to go to such a nearby venue and start to run off some of the excesses of the previous few days. Another bonus was not having to think too much about how to get to the run site.

A good crowd of runners turned up and set off out over the back of the run site down into the oil palm. The first check took some time to break but eventually was with On On called to the right. The pack continued running in an anti clockwise direction through a couple of other checks which were set so that in breaking them the pack was well held together.

At the far point of the run the pack had to break the second last check which led to a steep climb up at the edge of the jungle. This spread the pack out a bit. At the top of the hill the pack quickly came upon the last check at the newer Indian Temple at the edge of the jungle. This check had your scribe going off in the wrong direction as I was convinced that the co-hare, who was the architect of the run, would follow his familiar trail along the edge of the jungle then on left back to the run site. Alas I was wrong as the hares took the most direct route back to the run site.

All the runners returned in pretty quick time after a good run. A lively circle at the run site before the crowd headed off to the On On at the Garden World Restaurant.

As I recall there were 7 tables at the On On and the food was the usual good standard at that restaurant. The downs downs seemed to go to the usual suspects.

The run was judged to merit a T shirt, after some cajoling of the crowd by the co-hare (or was it bribery!!!!).

A good night as I recall.

If this brief account of what happened bears any resemblance to the run you were on it is merely coincidental.

On On

Silver Fox

Run 1404 :7 February 2003 - REPORT REQUIRED

Venue : Ulu Tamu Hot Springs / Ulu Renning
Hare : Arne Tajden
Co-Hare : Jimmy Leggett or someone less Proficient
Scribe : A literate Australian!

Run 1387 : 11 October 2003 : RED DRESS RUN

Venue : Bangsar Putrei Condominium
Hare : Mother Sheep
CoHare : Screw Ewe
Scribe : Mr. Tan Ay Lih (aka Dave Wilson)

Well despite the picture being avaialble for a long time a run report did eventually materialize on 31 January 2004, with the persuasion of a block of ice.

Please note a short run report did not relieve Heartbreakers long sit on the ice after it was completed - recalcient scribes you have been warned,

Run 1403 :31 January 2003

Venue : Janda Baik
Hare : The Australians
Co-Hare : Even More Australians
Scribe : John Robwrtson

After many arduous planning meetings at American Chillis in Bangsar, where much beer had been consumed to the detriment of many livers, the day had finally arrived for us Australians to host a run in celebration of our National Day.

The venue chosen for the run was Kebun Rimba, Janda Baik. This area is a private flora and fauna sanctuary belonging to Datuk Syed Mustaphaffa who through Gary Murrell had graciously offered the area and facilities for our use for this special event.

While a number of Australian volunteers had made it to the site early to put the final touches to the day's proceedings, the majority of us were battling our way through some particularly nasty Saturday afternoon traffic.

Run directions were good with signage plentiful that generally well complemented the map provided in the newsletter. I found the map a good visual aid that even I (someone not known for a great sense of direction) could follow without having to ask my navigator for directions. It was even more of a blessing for my navigator as it meant that I didn't have to wake her up.

The start of the run was delayed to take into consideration that a number of members, including the GM, were likely to be delayed by the traffic. This in some way turned out to be a blessing as it gave more of an opportunity to sort out some of the pre-run administration and some time for the press to get a few photographs.

With due fanfare, and after some eloquent warnings from Graeme (aka Osama) regarding big striped cats, the pack was eventually sent on their way. The run set off following a trail that meandered up and past the owner's house and then slipped off the beaten track for our first experience of the flora outside the immediate confines of the “developed” area.

The first check was nestled in the roots of a tree that the FROPs tore past at a million miles per hour before realizing that they had over-shot and were off paper. After a short respite for the not-so-fit amongst us, the check was broken and the pack was soon making its way down a small ravine and then up again to emerge into the open only to be greeted by Osama who was at this stage directing traffic enabling a few latecomers to join up with the pack.

Note: As I was invited to compile the Scribe’s report only after the run, I was not focused at recalling the detail of the run including precise details of checks etc – at any rate most of the time I was so gob-smacked by the natural beauty of the area that even if I had been prepared I would have probably forgotten the detail by the end of the day. Anyway…

There was some more running on open trail until the paper led us back into the undergrowth. With the ground soft underfoot, slowly we made our way up and up to encounter another check and then back down again after the check was subsequently broken. By this time my level of fitness dictated that I should be a ‘follower’ and I settled back into the middle of the pack to enjoy the scenery. To me this was one of the highlights of the day. It was so great to enjoy a run through the bush without having to leap over piles of rubbish or look at the destructive sight of work in progress associated with another ill-fated housing development.

In due course, I am led to believe shortly after the fourth check, we crossed over a small stream to reach the split for the long and short runs. Noting that I appeared to have plenty of time up my sleeve, I embarked upon the long run. While the trail was not difficult under foot, there was a steady climb that sapped the energy from my legs. This was all soon forgotten as the view was simply breathtaking and more than worth the pain I was putting myself through.

The way back down was a nice gentle trot back to connect up with the short run. At this point I became a bit confused by a sign pointing right towards home, where all common sense and logic was saying the way home was to the left. I was not alone in this confusion and soon I was joined by Mike Howarth and together we found a suitable, although not so short, alternative route back home.

By the time we eventually arrived back, refreshments were a bit on the short side as were T-shirts which was if anything a positive indication of the popularity of the day that seemed to have brought many people out of the woodwork to see what the Aussies could turn on.

The Circle was convened poolside at the On-On venue. Arnie endured a post Nenasi down-down, while Dave Wilson was given the opportunity to compose the Red Dress Run scribe report while enjoying the cold comfort of a seat on the ice.

Fairly predictably for most Australians, the Bomoh for the night was a Pom, Colin King. Yet further comment was made of the Rugby World Cup – as if we haven’t heard it all before.

Down-downs were given to Dave Pendlebury and Mike Howarth for alleged selectivity as to their status as ‘Australians’. Thomas was called upon for resemblance to a contemporary cannibal and a cat on a leash was presented to the kids as the tiger that Osama had warned us of earlier. Several guests, including Thomas’ parents as well as some Belgian family members who had some difficulty trying to establish who was the father and who was the son, were welcomed. Roger (Chicken Head) Gregson also demonstrated a passion for sitting on ice without even being called upon to do so.

The Circle adjourned for dinner that comprised of meat pies, barbecued sausages, lamb chops, and watercress and pumpkin salad with plenty of wine and beer to accompany the food. Fruit and lamingtons were available in abundance for afters.

After dinner, the Australians provided a rousing and spirited rendition of Waltzing Matilda, despite several different verses being combined into one. The Hares were awarded a T-shirt for their efforts. Thanks was offered to the many and varied contributors, sponsors and volunteers that under the organizational skills of Robin Cox had put the event together. Special mention and praise was given to Syed for the use of his facilities and in return the Australian Expatriate Government in Exile bestowed him as an honorary Aussie.

With music playing and much dancing and drinking to be done the party continued on into the night. All-in-all a bloody good day!

On On !!