The carpark at Golden Hill Country Park was the meeting point. The hare was Dram. This was the first time I’d ever been to this infamous country park, where you could literally hear, see and feel, up-close and personal, the infamous wildlife (the monkeys and wild boars) in the New Territories. When Liberace and I got there, I was amazed to see that they were all over the place. They were all sitting around the carpark fences and just kind of minding their own business, although I have no clue why they were there watching us with discerning eyes (maybe trying to steal our beer and food).
The run started at around 7:40pm when everybody arrived. Some of us, including myself and Radio 1, were really concerned and afraid of the monkeys. We were literally scared that they would attack us when we ran. And some of us were making comments to the hare as to why this place was chosen to do the hash.
The hare at the beginning said that he’d set two trails in 3.5 hours, which turned out to be a lie, as he must have forgotten to mention that he set the trails on separate days and that’s why there were markings from left to right. Anyway, we were braving the noise made by the monkeys and set off into the darkness.
As usual, I was the only one who got left behind the advanced runners. Following million of steps upward – these steps slow down some of the advanced runners tremendously, like Bunter, who’s almost 70 years of age!
So Bunter and I kept each other company almost the whole way. We were quiet at first, and to keep myself calm and ignore all the forest noises I had no choice but to keep making conversation with my companion. We kept talking and walking and he told me a story that he told me before, last time we ran together. However, I’d rather not say anything to him at this point and I just kept listening and pretending to be interested in his story.
So far the run was fine until there was a big marking with a circle and inside there was something, but we could no longer tell if it was a check back or just a check. We kept climbing the steps religiously believing that these would lead us to open flat ground in no time, but nope, the end was nowhere to be seen and the steps kept twirling and twisting and leading us into the deepest and darkest part of the forest.
Running out of breath, we slowed down and stopped for a while to catch our breath. At this point, all I could see was this meandering, long, steep, wet flight of steps ahead of me in this hopelessly endless darkness but somehow glittering with suspicious lights shaped like tiny diamonds along this dirt road. When I looked more closely with my headlamp, I could finally make out what they were – spiders!!! There were spiders along the trail and each of them must have had six eyes staring at us from our feet. I felt like fainting at first. I mustered up my courage and faced my own fear and kept walking ahead without looking at them.
After seeing these creepy crawlies, I’m sure we were being watched and stalked by monkeys and all sorts.
When we finally made our way to the wimps and rambo split, we decided to take the wimps instead of the rambo, and this of course was a bit of a dilemma for us, as no advanced runners decided to take this trail and so we were facing the darkness all by ourselves again. Bunter’s blow torch was running out of battery so my headlamp was the only light that could lead us back to civilisation. We had a glimpse of civilisation along the wimps trail, it was hiding behind a bushy hill… and then a pair of red eyes floating in the air and looking at us from afar in the dark… the noise of a dog barking getting closer and closer, ready to spring from behind or above us any time.
Finally we made it to the dam, the calming water resting silently in the reservoir reflecting the shadows of a blurry outline of the moonlight and castles shaped like towers. Just looking at this beautiful scenery made it all worthwhile, all the scary and crazy effort we’d made from the beginning. The night-time skyline was fantastic for the rambo runners. They could see almost anywhere including Tsuen Wan, Hong Kong Island, Tsim Sha Tsui and Shatin. What a great effort to set a run like this Dram! Salute to you!
PS – Back in the carpark where Velcro was challenging the monkey with big balls to a fence rattling competition disrupting the hash circle! – No Rough Stuff
Runners Green Head Penis, Oranguwank, Liberace, Eunuch, One Eyed Jack, Velcro Lips, Radio 1, Serbian Bomber, Back To The Future, Penile Dementia, No Rough Stuff, Bunter
Non-runner Golden Balls