Run 1968, 25 March 2020 – A Twisty Misty Mystery

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Run 1968, 25 March 2020 – A Twisty Misty Mystery

START LOCATION: Tai Mo Shan main carpark, Tai Mo Shan Road
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MAPS:

Google Maps: https://goo.gl/maps/iyCTVdymTjxYq23QA

Centamap: http://hk.centamap.com/gc/centamaplocation.aspx?x=828950&y=829495&sx=828950.684&sy=829495.692&z=3&lg=b5

TIME: 7:30 pm

HARES: Serbian Bomber

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GETTING THERE:

For Plebs: Public Transport. Nearest MTR is Kam Sheung Road

For Toffs: Drive and park –

PARKING: on site – beware doggers and canoodlers

BUCKETS/ICE: Stingray?

ON ON: possible on site Serbian Delights? Or BYO take-away from Tasty House

HARE SAYS: “That grumpy old bastard Plod has left it all to me!”

WEBSHITE’S COMMENT: “Apologies for dropping out of co-haring my 73rd Birthday Run – OnOn to 74th next year? Serbian has something special in store for you run-wise though. You’ll be able to get lost repeatedly in the murky mists of Tai Mo shan instead of just once…”

 

Run 1966, 18 March 2020 – The WuFlu Replacement Run

Run 1966, 18 March 2020 – The WuFlu Replacement Run

Barbara Brock-Hollinshead

14:46 (2 hous ago)

to gunpowderplod
Hi,
If the non quarantined hashers wish to have a run on Wednesday, i will set it  from Pak Sha Wan pier.
As there will probably be only  few runners i am happy to take people for a drink in Hebe afterwards if  people so wish, but I will need to know numbers.
Thanks
Barbara
THE RUN BELOW IS POSTPONED 
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START LOCATION: Wishing Tree Carpark near Duke of Edinburgh Training Camp

MAPS:

Google Maps: https://goo.gl/maps/p7xVwCU6cvn4gXP68

Centamap: http://hk.centamap.com/gc/centamaplocation.aspx?x=832710&y=835388&sx=832710.36827&sy=835388.03696&z=2&lg=b5

TIME: 7:30 pm

HARES: Walky Talky

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GETTING THERE:

For Plebs: Public Transport. Nearest MTR is Tai Wo

For Toffs: Drive

PARKING: near the Start

BUCKETS/ICE: Stingray?

ON ON: 

HARE SAYS: not a lot but just enough and in good time 🙂

WEBSHITE’S COMMENT: “Those of you who have actually watched the latest Run Notice video on the SKH3 website may feel that your own Webshite is falling behind.

So, speaking of behinds, here is one for all hot blooded NT male hashers but particularly for seniors obliged to self quarantine – take care y’all:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN-NFq7Y8xo

Did you spot your very own hash ladies? Canton Clap perhaps (9 months ago….)”

Run 1964, 4 March 2020

Radio One’s Forest Wash-Out (with Jelly)

START LOCATION: Tai Po Kau Garden

Sitting-out facilities at Tsung Tsai Yuen

The Hares: Radio One and Golden Jelly

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The Scribe: Anus the Horrible – “Looking for a Sign”

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Run 1684, 21 March 2015, Sham Tseng Reservoir – The Saturday Run …

The Pack: Auntiseptic, Anus the Horrible, Back to the Future, Bunter, Crème Brûlée, Dram, Eunuch, Farty Pants, Walkie Talkie, Geriatric, Golden Balls, Golden Jelly, Gunpowder Plod, Liberace, Lok Sap Gow, One Eyed Jack, Ponce of Darkness, QT, Salesman, Serbian Bomber, Stingray, Sticky, Victim

The Preamble: Approaching the pavilion at Tai Po Kau Garden, I was surprised to see 20 or so runners champing at the bit. It was a damp and misty evening; on the way there, in Golden Jelly’s car, we’d guessed about eight people would show up.  

The Hares, Radio 1 and Golden Jelly, took us through the markings. No toilet paper! Not because it was impractical but because it was going for USD$10 per roll in Tai Po.

The Amble: The pack then stormed off, up the road and onto the nature trail, directed there by a barely visible chalk arrow (as it turned out, one of very few) and up to the beginning of the colour-coded trails that run through the enchanted forest.

Myself, Eunuch, Stingray and Salesman spent a few minutes searching for a sign – anything – that might tell us which way to go. Nada. Nothing. Zilch. Sweet FA. The rain had taken all away.

At this point, a consensus was reached: The “run” would become a pleasant night-time stroll among the trees, following the blue trail that is dotted with interpretive notice boards with fascinating facts about twigs and woodlice.

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As well as educating ourselves about naturism, along the way we chatted about the prospects of various English football teams such as Arsenal United, Manchester Rovers and Chelsea Wanderers and agreed it was a great pity that the back legs had fallen off Liverpool Athletic and that Brian Sheepskin would have to go, his position untenable.

Things were going swimmingly (twigs are mostly brown, it turns out) until Salesman broke into a run. A run, for fuck’s sake. I followed, not wanting to left alone to be buggered by baboons or molested by the natives who, it’s rumoured, dwell deep in the forest (last seen in1931 when two emerged from the forest onto the platform of Tai Po Kau KCR station begging for toilet paper and hand sanitiser).

And then, glory be, a sign. The Rambo / Wimp split. There was a god. Even, perhaps, a hare. Salesman and I opted for the Rambo, ascending a steep flight of steps to a trig point at about 300m and down yet more steps to Savanna Garden for a short burst of proper running along Tai Po Kau Rd. We emerged from the mist in triumphant fashion. As it turned out, we were the only two Rambos. And by some miracle, we’d followed the trail.

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The Circle: Down-downs were numerous and varied. Ones I recall: The Hares, of course, for failing to take into account the effect of rain on chalk.   Back to the Future and Lok Sap Gow for wearing each other’s clothes.    Sticky for being the recipient of ananatomically correct marital aid (who knew they made them this big?).    Stingray for not bringing crisps (this from a Frenchman).    Dram should have been given one, but wasn’t for pretending that well-known Hong Kong birdwatcher and man about town Martin the Bird had been seen lurking in the trees, emulating the mating call of the Yorkshire Dodo.

Postscript: I can’t speak to the experience of others. Golden Balls, (joined by Farty Pants and Gunpowder Plod, the latter returning early to share his hot mulled wine only with The Hares – Ed) it was rumoured, had chosen to cross the road to explore the coast in search of beer and women of questionable moral standing. They found only Liberace:

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Most had wandered aimlessly about the forest, forlornly looking for markings. It’s said some are still there, condemned to walk the trails for eternity, their plaintive cries of ‘are you?’ lost to the susurrating trees……

Run 1965, 11 March 2020 – The Case of the Drowned Bride YOB Run

START LOCATION: Bride’s Pool – northern pagoda/Lion’s Pavilion

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MAPS:

Google Maps: https://goo.gl/maps/cezSmZWY7h7p1ELcA

Centamap: http://hk.centamap.com/gc/centamaplocation.aspx?x=842424&y=840

TIME: 7:30 pm

HARES: Catch of the Day and Back to the Future

GETTING THERE:

For Plebs: Public Transport. Nearest MTR is Tai Po Market and hitch a ride or catch a Minibus 20R http://www.16seats.net/eng/gmb/gn_20r.html  or KMB: 275R https://moovitapp.com/index/en/public_transit-line-275R-Hong_Kong-2741-858000-586105-1 to Bride’s pool stop then walk 2 minutes

For Toffs: Drive along Ting Kok Road from Tai Po Road

PARKING: car park at Start

BUCKETS/ICE: Stingray

ON ON: 

HARE SAYS: “bathing facilities available”

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WEBSHITE’S COMMENT: Legend has it that a bride (Carried Lam) was being carried in a sedan chair by four porters on her way to meet her groom in stormy weather.

The Official Version: As they passed the pool, one of the porters slipped and the bride fell into the pool and drowned. Therefore, the pool was named Bride’s Pool in memory of the bride.

The Truth: The bride was an ugly, miserable shrew foisted on the cute young groom by a despotic northern step-mother Cixi. The groom bribed the eunuch porters to do her in so he could elope back to the future with his sexy sweetheart from the Ho clan, his true catch of the day.

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