I Don’t Believe You!
This weeks run was set by hash stalwart Luk Sup Gow, from his house at Pak Tin Kong Village, Lam Tsuen. After finding the start using the very useful location marker on WhatsApp this weeks scribe was second to arrive along with Stingray, and as we entered the house of LSG and Beer Tits who should we find perched nicely on the sofa with a can of lager…Gunpowder Plod, who had turned up early to watch the rugby. After having a quick look at baby Cassandra and after Eunuch and Liberace had sorted the ice and drinks it was time to set off. LSG had left us early to set some more of the trail so Beer Tits was left to give instructions…”follow arrows and the start is the way you came in.” Most of us could manage to follow these simple instructions all apart from Golden Balls and QT who turned up a bit late and then did a never ending loop around the back end of the village.
The first part of the run led us out of Pak Tin Kong towards the fields at the back. Simple enough although Liberace continuously and as usual lost trail numerous times leaving returnee Dram and Serbian Bomber to call correct trail. After a few checks in the village we quickly went off road into the first shiggy section. Even though this shiggy was head high it was relatively easy to get through as the hare had conveniently placed paper every 10 yards. We huddled together in the shiggy, Liberace at the front, Penile Dementia bringing up the rear, until we reached an opening and a three-way check. After some messing about we headed right, through a metal gate and then out passing some houses before sighting the hare sitting on a concrete block drinking a bottle of Somersby Cider.
The trail carried on straight towards the rambo / wimps split. Most did the rambos which went to a check at the base of Lin Au and then right and up and up. This climb never gets any easier but once we got to the top we were rewarded with nice running trail along the top, through some dense shiggy before passing a trig point and then down. Eventually we came out onto a path that led straight and back up another hill with Eunuch leading the way. As we left the hills for the last time a two-way split was crossed out and a massive “on on” was written on the ground with an arrow pointing the correct way. Now it seemed that somehow Eunuch managed to inadvertently miss this mark so he ran back telling Liberace where to go. However, Liberace, who clearly saw the markings and the on on suddenly proclaimed “I don’t believe, the trail must be this way and promptly ran back along the same section Eunuch had just come back from. Eunuch stood open mouthed as he watched Liberace run away from him, his light getting more faint and his shouts of “are you…are you!” getting lower and lower as he disappeared into the distance, completely off trail.
The correct trail led us out onto a long stretch of new road where we came across a man flying a drone. “Your friends went that way,” he stated whilst pointing right. A short run up and behind Pak Tin Kong and cold beer at last. The trail was about 5.5 kilometres and everyone got back within an hour and a half. Back at the buckets, QT had arrived and after we had all had a drink or two, time for the circle. As usual the circle was a noisy affair with down-downs flying left, right and centre…of note should be Phillip who was given a beverage for being co-hare. After the down-downs Beer Tits had prepared a chilli, which went down well and then it was time to end the evening. Must say this was a superb run that was organized by the Gow clan. Many thanks. On on. —Mango Groove
Hares: Luk Sup Gow, Phil
Runners Mango Groove, Liberace, Serbian Bomber, Golden Balls, QT, Gunpowder Plod, Geriatric, Stingray, Eunuch, Dram, ??
Non-runners Beer Tits, ??