Hare: Wolfgang Druba
Location: Ladang Sungei Jernih, near Kerling
Co-Hare: Herr Knut, Dave Wilson (sweeper / rescue)
Scribe: Dadahman
2012! That was going through my mind as I viewed the scene of a devastated bamboo forest that lay before me. How/why did the Germans recreate a set from a disaster movie in Kerling? Complete with a genuine looking refugee who looked like he had given up and passed out on top of that devastated hill (sorry, don't know name lah but it was a white haired/bearded European gentleman - luckily Dave W was able to convince him that life was worth living and the bamboo was "crossable", Dave accompanying him out as the last survivor from the run). Anyway my mind flashed back to all the disaster/end-of-the-world movies I had seen, Like Towering Inferno, Twister, Armageddon, Deep Impact, War of the Worlds etc but it there was one that stuck to my mind. Apocalypse Now but instead of one crazed American, it's a remake with two crazed Germans officers and one English POW.
Enough of German bashing.. To be fair, the bamboo forest was destroyed in the days prior to the run when the Germans weren't looking. And to cut your way through that much bamboo is serious work, I'm glad to see Wolfie and Knut still could move their parang arms after the run. I stepped on a bamboo and expletives flew out of Katherine as that bamboo slammed down on her fingers. When I gallantly tried to move a bamboo out of her way, another flew out of nowhere and slammed her on the face. Not a good day to be a boyfriend!
Still it was better than Rambo who got a gash across his forehead. He couldn't take a proper dump on the crapper that night as every time he tried to do the grunt-and-groan, blood would spurt out of his forehead. Dave Wilson did save the day for me though when Katherine fell through a hole in the bamboo mess and got stuck. Dave did his best Sir-Walter-Raleigh impression by diving under her so she could climb down his back. The English are well trained.
I got a thorn stuck deep in my finger climbing the last big of swampy hill near home in the dark. Had a torch but gave it to Kath, who complained about how small and dim it was. Listen it's not how big or bright your torch is, it's how you use it. I think we were the second last coming out in that dark night.
Opinion, run a bit lengthy with a good mix of jungle and palm, and of course a great view from the hill. Taking the run at an extremely leisurely pace these days had it's advantages. Dave W reset the paper on Herr Druba's instruction to cut out a bit of the hill climb. Lucky Dave swept. After the hill climb, there was a lot of confusion in my group at the bottom check. We cleared that only after Dave arrived. If correct, I heard that first runner was Daniel Pangrazio at 1hr 40min. Way to go, my namesake (we're both Daniels remember).
Can't report much of the going-ons at the circle due to our late exit. Was called to the box by the big guy Carlo P for not going to the estate managers house for a visit. Listen, I feel a little uneasy visiting him. Have a strange feeling he might have run out of petrol after dropping me off at the runsite in that other run. It's not easy pushing your car 20km back home especially if you have to do it kitted out in your Malaysian jammies i.e. sarong.
No report from the makan afterwards too as I had to dash down to find a doctor in Rawang to dig out the thorn in my finger. Not much fun that really, I was in a half faint on the doctors table with him and two nurses cutting into my anesthetized finger going "Do you think I should cut deeper? Wonder if I've got it all out?" NOOOOO…… But the cut healed well. Better than my last Hash finger injury treated by Doc Jagjit and his big rusty drill. Just joking Doc.
On-on - Dan
Venue: Commonwealth Park
Hare: Dan Percival
Co-Hare: Katherine J
Scribe: Rambo
Comic: Mike Rickard
The run site being close to KL attracted a big crowd. We were trying to squeeze in all the cars on the tarmac area and reserve the grass area for Ramli.
Just before the start of the run the sky came down. On On was called and the trail lead us down towards the camping area and up a trail on the left side of the stream. A quick check was called.
Since it was in the valley there was no other way but up. Check was broken quickly by Colin back up the hill. We climbed up the slippery slope with rain pouring down drowning the on calls. Another quick check was called and paper was broken forward. It was up some rubber terraces onto a wide path to the 3rd check.
Paper was broken back left and we had to go down some steep terraces. The overzealous guys were throwing themselves down the slope and yours truly had to tell them that if they want to break their legs go ahead, but don’t break the leg of the runner in front of you. We crossed a ravine and up a few terraces to the 4th check. It was a short back check and the trail led us up a overgrown logging path and then into a 4WD track where the run split.
The short run went left and I was tempted to go for the short run as I was going for a Hash Challenge recce on Sun, but Dave Settergren pulled me into the long run. It was nice running on the open track and as it turned left and down slope heading towards home we came upon Featherlite who had not decided whether to follow the nice path without paper home or to follow paper that turned sharp right down a steep slope into the stream.
As I was descending I heard some screaming at the back and later found out it was Featherlite with 2 leeches one up each armpit.
The beautiful ankle deep clear stream which the hare walked down has now turned into a treacherous roaring orange river. The rocky areas are now fast flowing waterfalls. Apparently Colin Hercus was caught in one of these waterfalls with the water pushing him into the hole and had to be pulled out. It was a long walk down stream and you had to feel your way through the rocks and the muddy water.
The paper finally left the river on the right bank and it later crossed the river again and onto the path that leads to the resort.
There was no paper from here on but we ran on the tarmac road down slope all the way to the cars.
It was later reported that this place is now privatised and we are not allowed to throw paper there. So future hares so take note that this place is of limit to hashing.
Apparently the hare dropped his GPS and he found it the next day.
On On was in Ah Wah restaurant in Rawang with 8 tables. The run was rated a T-Shirt run. There were a couple of charges. Pang was called up with the wife and given an On Down with an egg for not running but coming for the On On.
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.
