Run 1671, Che Ha, 31 December 2014

Ring In The New

88kOEXkzH3XUF1XH8ZLfb2pMUsbGqClpCNR-pWamQHUFollowing the pub run and the Velcro soiree, Din Din and 9IC made it three parties in a row for the Northern. This time it was at Che Ha off Sai Sha Road, and I arrived at the roundabout where we’d been told the run started to find Dingaling, Sam and Overdue pacing on and around it. We were soon joined by Eunuch and Catch Of The Day in the beer wagon and a lady carrying a tiny dog with bat-like ears. No markings, no hares. Then 9IC arrived. Come on, this way to the house, he says. We protested that latecomers wouldn’t know where to go after making their way to the roundabout, where (let’s labour this) we’d been told the start is. “Dunno why she said that – we’re running from the house.”

Most mysterious.

Screw, Screwless and Gunpowder Plod were already waiting. Then Liberace turned up and a pack of seven plus Sam capered off toward the coast. Lots of checks kept everybody together. There were villages, rural concrete paths through forest and along coast, overgrown fallow fields and the odd bit of road before the pack broke up in one of the villages when trail just seemed to expire. Plod, with his local knowledge, found the way, taking Liberace with him but the rest of the pack milled about doing circuits of the village. And milled. And circuited. Until GB went far further than any mark could possibly be and found trail going up a smallish hill with a great bracken descent.

Concrete paths then took us back to Che Ha where the on home was marked back along the out trail for the last 400 metres. We all made it back and gatecrashed the downstairs neighbour’s party for a bit until we got cold and went to our party.

Did I say all? No. Liberace on encountering the on home for some inexplicable reason known only to himself started to go round the trail again.

At the house more people had arrived, with the number of non-runners far exceeding the number of runners, but all was well as the drinks flowed, the victuals vanished and the hashers taunted each other cruelly. At some stage or other there was a countdown and loads of snogging and stuff but I didn’t bother with all that and just helped get rid of Simon’s whisky as Din Din flashed a rock on her finger and beseeched one and all to kiss the ring.

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