Run Report

Don't you just love it, you're sitting there quietly enjoying a beer and some good company in the circle, when all of a sudden out of the blue the GM dobs you in as scribe, such is the pleasure of being a hare (Note to self: do as every other lazy bastard does and don't hare, saves having to do reccies, waste time organizing food and added to that you don't have to scribe).

So off down 331 and into the bush, put up the new rags tent to various disparaging remarks from MC (presume he was unhappy as he missed a chance to wheel and deal on behalf of the hash), out with the new Generic T shirt, money flying all over the place and everyone happy for the start.

The hares, who will henceforth be known as the Noisy One and the Quiet One, explained the markings and then set everyone off down the dirt road to a deep gorge which some Norwegian submariner leapt across while others took a gentle stroll to the left to avoid said gorge.

I've been here for a year now and Sunday's run was the first time in a long time I've see anyone else on the run. The hares actually managed to keep the pack together & Vaseline Thighs passed me 3 times as 3 checks caused the pack to stumble! Well done the hares. The rest of the run was "follow my leader" off through various pineapple fields and rubber plantations until we came to a stream. Up to this point there was no need to follow paper as the hounds could be seen for miles, but as usual, when the going gets tough the hounds disappear and so does the paper.

There I was waddling around the smelly stream complete with various forms of excrement, looking for paper and the devious hares lead us all the way up the stream close to a dirty looking irrigation pond and then alongside another rubber plantation. Once out of the tricky part the paper was obvious and lead me back straight through some failed cassava fields, trampling crops on the way to home, with a big noisy welcome from the Noisy One, as I was last in again, having completed the whole trail in 1h 10m which is not bad, presumably the SCB's and FRB's were back in 10 minutes as they all seemed to have cooled down, showered and changed by the time I got back…

Then there was the circle with a song for the Noisy One,(courtesy of Doggie Dave Angeles Hash):
An Aussie's an animal with corks in his hat,
He'd rather suck on piss than suck on twat
He keeps a roo for a rabbit, and a dingo for a dog,
He can't think at all 'cos he's missing a cog
So if you're thick, and your manners are a shocker,
You could grow up to be an Ocker.

And one for the Quiet One:
A Brit is an animal that drinks warm Beers, He whinges at everything he hears,
He eats fish and chips and curry quite a bit,
He never ever washes, so he stinks like shit
So if you're scruffy and smelling kind of strong,
You could grow up to be a Pom!
and so it was.…..another Rumble in the Jungle.

On On to St Andrews Day run in 2 weeks for one or two Scottish treats.
Reluctant scribe, Burl Ives.