Run 1670, Braemar Hill, 24 December 2014

A Hare Raising Ride

By Golden Balls

10828061_10153447862203662_1490641992913662009_oG-Spot was back for a few days from his travails in Papua and Java, so Velcro hosted an elegant evening soiree after a splendid trail in the hills of old Braemar so her beau could get pissed with his mates. The seasonally tiny pack took off from Velcro’s quarters and soon found themselves trudging up a hill with the unmistakeable monogram of Royal South Side trail keeping them company. Camel’s pre-marking of Thursday night’s South Side run was thus subject to a bit of “embellishment” by One Eyed Jack (his word).

After a bit of up and down, trail went along Sir Cecil’s Ride (why concrete over a perfectly good dirt trail? Madness) and then left up a bouldery stream bed, with Eunuch and Oranguwank (the hasher previously known as Inflatadate) making all the running. At a flattish part at the top of the hill yet more foreign trail marks were found, this time Little Sai Wan, but of course nobody embellished their trail. We wouldn’t do a thing like that to our Wednesday night hashing associates.

Great views of the Hong Kong city lights popped up from time to time as a mazy trail took us up, down, up and around to the Rambo-wimp split. Now G-Spot had explained that the wimps was actually longer than the rambos, but the rambos had another hill and some shaggy to negotiate. Having got away from One Eyed Jack on the prior descent I did the dirty on him and peeled off on the rambos without calling trail. Sho nuff he missed the split. It’s touching moments such as these that make hashing such a joy.

In the shiggy I caught Liberace, who wasn’t very well, and was caught by Catch Of The Day, who had been moronically running back and forth along Sir Cecil’s Ride after missing the turn to the stream bed because “nobody called”. Another touching incident.

Back at the flat Oranguwank, who used to live in the neighbourhood and knew the trails well, said the final descent was new to him, so well done hare for finding virgin trail in the hashed-out byways of Braemar Hill. Then all sorts of fantastic nosh appeared – as well as the walkers Screw, Screwless and Din Din – and justice was done to Christmas Eve. Then it was time for the after-party as seven of us crammed into Eunuch’s jalopy for a madcap, literally hair-raising ride back to the Northern New Territories homelands.

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