Venue: Broga, Seminyeh
Scribe: Nick Morss
Co-Hares: Guillaume, Bruno, JP, Pascale, Jeff, Seok Nee, Silva
Le Quatorze Juillet - French National Day run
Waze has a variety of options that can be set, it can be configured to choose either the shortest route, or the quickest....but it doesn't seem to accept co-ordinates as a destination, at least, not in my hands. So, despite the very clear directions given by the hares, I unwisely entered the co-ordinates in to Google Maps.....after 4 tolls and about 20 mins we arrived at a location on the LDP that could have been reached in 10 mins and with 1 toll, so I can only assume that I must have accidentally set "please take me by the most expensive route"!
Heavy traffic and a downpour of rain ensured a late arrival at the run site, but I was by no means the last, and not the only to have a problem using co-ordinates, as Louise articulated in disgust at being made late. At the start we were told of 3 runs, a long, a medium and a short. I mentally made a note that as I was late and it was nearly 5 o'clock, I would take the medium. Years ago in a bar in KL Paul 'Hash shag' Smith and I agreed that to do the short run we would have to be either old or injured!
The trail started off along a nice easy path, but soon we were to discover the "hill" in "Broga Hill" it was challenging, but we've had far worse, although I did wonder at one stage if they were training us to storm the Bastille next year!
On approaching the split there was only the option of long or short, so after being told by Dan Percival that if I took the short I wouldn't have much to write about I chose the long. After 5 min I regretted my decision as we came face to face with a 132kV power line, I wondered how far a 132,000 volt spark could jump, but then realised it was probably only a few inches, so carried on up the hill to the distant rumble of thunder. I came across Dan Percival again standing under the pylon, I assumed he thought it would act as a Faraday cage in the event of a storm, and left him there. The run then became very picturesque, and passing some lovely babbling brooks I thought of Chu and Helen! The hares took us by the side of the rivulets kindly allowing us to keep our feet dry, with a little climbing up alongside some small, picturesque waterfalls, whereupon I chanced upon Hash Flash, and quickly gained composure for an exposure.
From the streams onward the run was very nice, the hard part behind us. Gentler slopes through jungle and orchards of Durian, Rambutan and Mangosteen gave me a chance to enjoy the scenery ... and the silence that was penetrated only by various bird calls (the rest of the pack was mainly far ahead, with a few far behind by now). As I met various hashers en route, they all questioned if we were inadvertantly on the long (14k) run or the medium as it wasn't clear, when suddenly we came upon another long / home split. This time, well away from bad advice. I took the route 'home', which was a very pleasant, gentle downhill run.
Back home again, nice tee shirts were given out (thank you) - with the "Hares On On Strike" motto on the back, proving the French do have a sense of humour. A circle was quickly called as GM Aileen correctly predicted rain coming in.
The circle was very jovial with some abuse of the French by Beano followed by a medley of relevant French hash songs being lead by Russell Crusty Jones.
Before rain set in too heavily, most of the pack headed off to the On On where a possible record crowd attended taking 10 tables. We had over 20 guests mainly comprised of Dutch students on holiday, who were later to be abused by Don Cheang. I think they thoroughly enjoyed the hash experience.
All in all, a very good hash day out. Merci bien!
On On - Weathercock
Venue: Genting Valley, Ulu Renning
Scribe: Dave Settergren for Ben Kulen
Hare: Nick Morss
Co-Hare: Tracy Binchan
Petaling seems to have a great affinity for this run site and its general surrounds - approximately a quarter of runs are set in the vicinity, at least for the last 15 years or so. However, to some, the familiarity seems to be wearing off, and this general area is fast gaining a reputation as a 'prostitute' area - we seemed to be going in and out - and coming - way too often lah! Still, the combination of great hashing parameters rendered this a tantalizing prospect, and a much sought-after one.
Braving the pong from the make-shift dumps on route to the run site, and some deeply-rutted pot holes that challenges us to hop-scotch our vehicles around them, we got to the usual parking area, an abandoned development that harks back to 2 building booms ago. Remnants of some rubber-walls with their signature random-sized limestone blocks are scattered about, eerily resembling what could have been remains of a long-lost civilization. Note to self: this will make a nice story for the tabloids next April's Fool.
The hare took us in through a tried and tested route - almost straight up a disused and eroded macadam winding through some orchards, likely built using public funds at a time leading to a general election some 3 or 4 polls ago. The first 3 trails - almost all on said tarmac - were almost identical - back checks that were easily broken as they continued straight from the foregoing, incoming trail, each time trapping the FROPs who were made to back-pedal. However, the back-checks and undulating trails proved every effective in keeping the pack together.
The 4th check was a difficult one, feigning with a falsie to the forward left, before being connected in the valley on the bottom right, by which time the runners were again tightly bunched. We were then led along more undulating trails, ensuing with a stretch of easy running. Eventually, we emerged onto the Ulu Tamu Orang Asli kampong, and thence a downward sprint along the road, then veering off and crossing over to the metal bridge, where signs pointed to the 'Short' and 'Normal' choices, a welcome relief for the less distance-challenged ones. We have thus far covered 5 1/2 km, roughly half the distance for the 'Normal' trail, although in the afternoon heat it seems much farther. The 'Normal' trail then went up a slope, very quickly dropped back down, and then generally stayed on a terraced track for some 2km till it reached the same stream we have earlier crossed on the metal bridge. A good number of the pack who chose the longer, 'Normal' route plunged headlong into the crystal clear stream, moaning and exulting in pleasure as our tired and overheated bodies were soothed by the cool caress of the fast flowing water.
Somewhat rejuvenated by the respite, we plodded on towards home, but were taken on a longer and punishingly deflating loop by the hares, re-crossed the Ulu Tamu road and headed into the bush to the back of the hot springs, zig-zagged along the edges of the orchards, before finally getting back to the run site, FROPs arriving in just over 1hr 30min.