Run 1899, 9 January, Mui Tsz Lam

Radio No Silence

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Vibrate is the hare.

7:30 is start time for Fish of the Day, Fat Student, Stem Degeneration, Friction Lip.

7:38 is start time for Hazelnut, Monocular, Succulent, Aton, Hitting Doll, Ghost Fish, Radio 1.

8:10 Golden Ball, No Rough Stuff start.

I started to turn right into the village for a few minutes. I saw Fish of the Day, Fat Student. I thought it was CHECK. In fact we need to climb a big water pipe and then turn up the mountain road. I thought how would Fish of the Day would go up, but I saw the group of boys climbed without considering. Go up, I am only dead and afraid of getting lost!

After going up the mountain, I first saw the Friction Lip and followed the Stem Degeneration all the way up into a fine bamboo forest. After passing through it, I saw the street lamp on the right side of the hillside at Mui Tsz Lam Road. Everyone thought that TRIAL should be right.

The first CHECK, the Stem Degenerates straight to the right, TRIAL DOWN, TRIAL DOWN, “T”!

I went back up the mountain and went up a hill. I heard the Hazelnut yelling at CHECK BACK. After turning back and running, I saw Libale cut right ONON up the mountain and reached the top of the mountain to see Aton at CHECK. I was in the direction of Libale. Right, Aton left to forest, and soon heard TRIAL, Once again, it proves that HASH can never be cut with Libale. It must be wrong! When you turn back to the mountain, you can see the Succulent, the Monocular, and the Ghost Fish will join the forest. Soon you will fall into a dangerous path.

Next, I was so shocked that I would hold the tree and the grass together. The Monocular and the Succulent were hitting CRASH respectively. We turned into the ditch for about 50 metres and could not find the TRIAL fold and saw Libale, and then entered the bamboo forest. The trails are all roots, and the Monocular is not interesting. Finally they asked me not to go fast because their headlights and flashlights are not enough! Until the diversion channel runs back to the starting point along the road. – Radio 1

Hare Vibrator

Runners No Rough Stuff, Golden Balls, Radio 1, Stingray, Crash Test Dummy, Aiden, QT, One Eyed Jack, Mango Groove, Velcro Lips, Penile Dementia, Bunter, Catch Of The Day

Run 1898, 5 January,Tsuen Kam Au – the Saturday Run no. 21

1898 and all that

Hong Kong.

What would be your worst nightmare? Being hare for a Northern New Territories Hash Saturday run, setting a good run, providing sausages and 21 year whiskey, but for nobody to turn up. This is what actually happened to Penile Dementia….poor bloke!!

But the demented one thought the run was at 2 pm and after waiting for almost an hour of nobody turning up, GM Catch Of The Day was the first one to arrive. She had to console the broken Penile, in tears and suicidal, bringing him out of his nightmare. What a plonker or has the dementia started to move upwards?

Anyway there was a turnout of 13 hashers at this first N2TH3 Saturday run of 2019 and even visiting hasher Bondi Barbie together with his collection of knives and choppers after lurking around Tai Mo Shan all morning with them….uhmmm. This is where the start of the run was and COTD gave an extra briefing after the hare’s usual run brief by saying the first 5 persons to finish the run were in Team A and the last 5 persons was in Team B for a competition after the circle as this was run 1898, which is the same year the British took the NT under a 99 years lease.

The run went along the MacLehose trail west of Route Twisk and at the first check, trail was called on the road section only to end up at a T and back to the check and left into Twisk nature trails It was thereafter into nice Tai Mo Shan trails with a couple of Ts keeping the pack well together until the last stretch of the MacLehose road back to the start. As I ran down with Radio One onto an intersection, a load of marshals were shouting at us “ are you competing runners” because this was a stop for the Tai Mo Shan 160 km Ultra race, see we don’t look decrepit at all, fit in easily with those ultra-marathon runners.

Circle was valiantly held by COTD, who was facing severe food poisoning from eating sushi the night before in Kowloon City and even compered the 1898 games. BRAVO and what dedication. Too many downs downs to remember from all the N2TH3 mismanagement (GM, GM2, RA and RA2). The games started with Team A (GB, Dram, Penile, Radio 1, Bondi and Stunt Double) Vs Team B (One Eyed Jack, Stingray, Geriatric, Hoover, BJ and Electrolux). All questions was cleverly related in some ways to 1898 i.e. 1+ 8 x 9 – 8 =?, Who was the emperor of China in 1898 and who could speak 1898 in French, German or Spanish and more. Person, who knew the answer, ran to a can of beer and gave his right or wrong answer. What great fun and it was Team B who eventually won the contest by 1 point, bloody cheats.

It was then onto the sausages, hot buns, Cheddar flown in from UK by BJ and biscuits and quaffed down with beers and 21 year old whisky….what an excellent way to spend a Saturday in the New Territories. — Stunt Double

Hare Penile Dementia

Runners Dram, Golden Balls, Stunt Double, Radio 1, Hoover, One Eyed Jack, Stingray, BJ

Non-runners Electrolux, Catch Of The Day, Geriatric, Bondi Barbie

Run 1897, 2 January, Fanling

The First Run of 2019

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A rare and elusive figure of 8 trail, courtesy of the nullah!

Here we were, recovering from the New Year celebrations. This was to be the first Wednesday run of 2019. It was overcast, it was cold and there was the threat of rain, but 10 celebrated hashers were able to find the start of the run at a covered sitting out area next to the Pak Wo Road roundabout, Fanling. Of course, not all hashers made it by 7.30pm, but the run kicked off a few minutes later after we had been graced with the presence of our GM.

The Markings: The hare kindly described the markings and in so doing confused everyone with the suggestion that an “end of trail” (a traditional “T” accompanied by a dob of flour above the “T”) needn’t be interpreted as an “end of trail”! Eh? Beware of the check back(s), and look out for a potentially wet crossing of a stream, said the hare pointing to his muddy trainers. As far as the Old Fart’s Knitting Circle was concerned (namely yours truly), it was encouraging to learn that there would be no massive hills to climb (as per the run in Fo Tan on 19 December) and there was to be very little shiggy to clamber over. Phew! Thank you, Mister Hare.

There was even a hidden wimps run. For those of us hanging back, we were advised to climb down into a nullah upon crossing the footbridge. Just look for the on on and we’ll be ahead of the rambo runners. Sounds like a plan!

Shortly after 7.30, the GM declared on on, and we left the sitting out area, picking up the first of the markings just before entering a public park beside Pak Wo Road. The trail followed mainly paths threading their way past no end of single storey NT traditional wooden village houses. As I wasn’t carrying my phone, I was quickly lost as to my whereabouts. Fortunately, I was accompanied by the GM who seemed to be able to predict where trial was destined. Also, it was comforting to note a line of high multi-storey flats dominating the skyline. Surely, even if I go off trail, there’s a better than evens’ chance that I could find my way back to Fanling? Famous last words?

Actually, the trail marking was pretty good, and we stuck to the main paths for most of the way. No end of the village houses had dogs, but every dog was either caged or kept behind secure fencing. Nice Fido, nice doggy!

Eventually, the GM and yours truly stumbled across the nullah footbridge. Everyone else, be they rambos or wimps, were way ahead of us. This was to be the SCB’s chance to short cut! A fence had to be climbed before descending down the wing wall to the footbridge onto a grass verge beside the nullah. Wow and behold, an on on was marked on the pillar supporting the footbridge. Yes, this was the way home. After a few hundred metres, we encountered a check back. We had passed under another footbridge, so it was very likely the trail was on the footbridge. Indeed, it was. The only problem was negotiating the fence securing the course of the nullah. At the risk of castrating myself, the fence was slowly and carefully negotiated. Onto a check. Which way? Yours truly checked out the false trail, the GM instinctly followed the correct trail.

After saying hello to a charming lady outside her village house who seemed to question our right to follow public paths and who encouraged her eight or nine dogs to wake up the dead, we followed the trail alongside a stream in front of the aforementioned blocks of flats. Surely, we were on our way home. After being overtaken by the first of the runners, the path eventually, intercepted the outward trail. Clearly, after the start of the run, the hare had returned to the trail to cross out the outward markings and mark the on home. And so it was back to the bucket in only one hour. We learnt later, that the first batch of short cutters had encountered the outward trail before the hare had marked the on home.

The first runners back to the bucket were the short cutters followed by the runners. QT was the first runner back the bucket. Talking of runners, where was Liberace? There was no sign of him. It transpired that he had chosen to continue along a false trail towards Sheung Shui or possibly Lo Wu. After goodness knows how many kilometres finding neither chalk nor flour, he decided to retrace his steps. He was the last runner home. A first for Liberace? Surely, a prime candidate for a down-down?

And so as the ice cold Carlsberg and Tsing Tao began to flow at the bucket, along with red wine, the GM called the circle to order to announce the first of many down-downs. From my recollection, the hare Golden Balls, Penile Dementia and Liberace were top of the down-down league. The RA called more down-downs, too many for yours truly to recall. And then a free for all seemed to prevail, with everyone receiving many down-downs. Suffice to add that the men’s loo was behind a retained wall supporting the cover to the sitting out area. Not sure where the ladies loo might be found!

The circle could not enjoy the warmth of a Liberace inspired BBQ fire this time, but at least the rain held off bar a few drops of rain from time to time. A security guard looked in on us, but fortunately he didn’t seem particularly interested why a group men and women in running gear were intent of drinking as much alcohol as possible. Perhaps he had encountered such groups before?

The evening’s proceedings came to a close around 10pm. An interesting run, a jovial and jolly bucket. Great company. Grand bonhomie. What more could one ask for in the depth of Hong Kong’s Northern New Territories? Until the next time. — Bunter

Hare:Golden balls

Runners: One Eyed Jack, Liberace, Penile Dementia, Catch of the Day, Bunter, Radio One, Geriatric, Qutie, Golden Jelly, No Rough Stuff,