Run 1629, Tai Mo Shan, 5 April 2014

A Momentous Day

By Dram

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The run at Tai Mo Shan marked the first of what is intended to be regular (around every two months) Saturday runs by N2TH3 ( the normal weekly N2TH3 runs will continue to be held every Wednesday evening).

Golden Balls and Golden Jelly were hares for this first run which was well attended by a goodly number of hashers, including GB’s mate Nick, supported by 5 dogs. The start was at a sitting out area near the Tai Mo Shan upper carpark. The weather was glorious and after a long-winded and somewhat confusing briefing by GB (recordings are available for those with sleep difficulties) the pack set off up the steep paved road for a kilometre or so before the trail branched off on to well marked paths along the grassed hillside. This gave a good opportunity for the more able bodied among us (not me) to break into a run. Perfect hashing territory but this wasn’t to last as after a couple of kilometres the trail went into some of the densest bush (up to about two metres in height and no defined paths) I’ve encountered in all my days of hashing. Trail was marked by toilet paper and after stumbling a few times I found chalk markings on the ground/rocks. Goodness knows why the latter markings, as the bush was so thick it was almost impossible to see the ground let alone any chalk markings. This section of the run (400 metres ?) took considerable effort to get through but we finally broke through on to open hillside and the wimp/rambo split. I took the former but both trails appeared relatively easy to follow and after some splendid trail running joined together again for the on home back down the paved service road.

Golden Jelly had arranged an excellent selection of cold beers and softies as well snacks. After milling about chatting for an hour during which the GM deigned to turn up with is family it was decided to hold the circle and not wait any longer for the laggard runners, Velcro and Indy, who waltzed in almost immediately, the latter bleeding from leg wounds. The pack broke up about 6pm with many heading off for an on on in Kam Tin.

An excellent day and sincerest thanks to the hares Golden Balls and Golden jelly for their great efforts.

The second Saturday run will be hared by Stingray at an as yet undetermined date in about two months.

Run 1628, Shek Kong, 2 April 2014

A Furious Devout Drench

By Go West

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The weather obviously had an adverse effect on the not-so-hardy hashers that missed the run, keeping them away to carry on their alternative perverse activities in the privacy of their own homes.

By contrast, the real tough nuts assembled under the pagoda in Sheung Tsuen Park, Shek Kong, for what was to be a run of great initiative and even greater foreboding through the scrap yards of Sek Kong.

Our illustrious hare, Dram, put in a tremendous effort to set a run under such drenched, nay, biblical conditions, but unfortunately his efforts were wasted as the markings had been washed away. So the briefing outlined the intended route which the five runners, Eunuch, Golden Balls, Screwless, Mango and Go West were supposed to attempt to emulate. Needless to say, Golden Balls and Screwless managed to find the correct route through villages, across fields and up by Beck’s yard through the yards (deleted: a short cut, and were unfairly rewarded by being first back to quaff beer – ed). The remainder, on the other hand, dismissed the savvy pair’s suggestions and went hopelessly wrong (deleted: were victorious in running a true rambos run and really earned their beers without fear of retribution – ed.)

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The circle followed which included a renaming of Screwless by the stand-in RA, Golden Balls. Due to certain email exchanges over recent days, and with hat tipped to G-Spot, he was renamed “Roger the Lodger”. Good luck, is all I can say.

The conversation then turned to Britain bashing by the hare, who, uncharacteristically, refused to stop sitting on that large fence called Hadrian’s Wall when being pushed for which way he would vote on Independence for the Scotch. Instead, he chose to blather on about pollution and the north/south divide in England. He even got into a heated debate with his fellow northerner and late-comer, One Eyed Jack. We really needed the GM there to calm this potentially explosive situation.

Toodle pip.