Run 1837 Hare Bombastic Runsite Bemban

Run 1837 at Bemban with hare Bombastic
March 16,2010


As per the hare's directions, we drove through JPJ junction, past Tony Teh's house and began looking for the hash signs. The runsite was actually at Bemban, which should have been a tip-off that the hare was being tricky, or else at age 60 his mind was no longer working correctly. We did arrive at the runsite around 5:50 PM, and it was a new place neither twin towers or I had run before.

We parked in the midst of a frog strangling rain, which had all of the hashers tucked away under cover. Knowing a little water was a good thing, the ass on sex, Hendry and I alighted from the car and began to muster the dedicated souls into the piss to begin preparations for the run. Baby Elephant was eager as always to take attendance and did a good job of tracking everyone down. Warm-up started around 5:55 and as if controlled by the hare, the rain slacked off to a mere drizzle. The GM (that's me) led the warm-up. It was a good turnout, with around 40 hashers pariticpating in the run, but there was also a hefty contigent of fair weather ( especially MSH4) hashers who didn't want to get mud on their shoes. It was disheartening to see several guests and new hashers brave the weather, while the veterans doodled.

The run started off on pavement and headed back towards town. My brain immediately began having unpure thoughts about the hare, knowing he had pussied out and laid a city run. Speedy Gonzales, finally showed the speed from his namesake (I guess the rain and cool weather or maybe prelube drinking got into him) as he sprinted ahead of the pack. Not long on the pavement and Speedy veered into the oil palm along a meandering trail. I was just beginning to give the hare some credit for getting out of the city when the trail veered into the backyard of the local residents and was back on pavement. Just as I suspected, Bombastic was too old to set a good trail anymore!!

I was soon proven dead wrong!! The old fart put the hurt on us..

Speedy Gonzales continued to sprint (where is Ranger when you need him) and the rest of us labored to keep visual contact with him. We were soon treking through a water crossing, uphill and onto the 1st check, which proved to be a false trail into the oil palms. After a long and arduous search, which saw the whole pack re-united, ON ON was finally called back down the road to the left of a cemetery fence. I'm not positive who actually found the trail , but I believe it was Utom Singh.

At this point Govind, had claimed the lead from Speedy, and he also raised a brisk pace down the paved road. Unfortunately, the hare tripped up the lead runners again, as the paper was gone again. The pack all caught up with the leaders again as the group spread out to search for the paper. Most of us suspected the hare had proceeded up the hill into the oil palms on the right and began meandering our way to the top. Wrong!!

Again the devious hare had set another good check which was finally found by Speedy to the left back off into the rubber trees. Being the good samaritin, I gathered up the false trail papers and joined the trail as best I could with the scant papers. Leaving the rubber, the paper headed through ditches and thorns eventually coming out on another palm trail. I assumed at this point most of the hashers were in the pack considering the large amount of time spent on the two aforementioned checks. However, it was apparently at this point Wee Wee and another foxy lady guest lost the trail and eventually had to be rescued. More on that later.

The trail emerged into a tee junction of sorts, with more shiggy in front and no paper. Once again the hare bunched the pack as all spread out and began the considerable effort to find this check. At this point we encountered early birds Sam Prasad, Drug Buster, Wonder Woman, and maybe a couple of others. Sam explained he was soaking ass wet, not from sweat, but because he had gone in early and got caught in the aforementioned downpour. Eventually, ON ON was called, I'm not sure who found this one, on the downhill side of a newly planted mellon patch. It was a bit confusing, so once again being the good samaritan, I picked up what little paper was available and started backward to join the trail. Sam. the new guests, twin towers, etc. all passed me as I proceeded backwards so I assumed all the hashers were in front of me. No one mentioned WEE WEE and GUEST were still in the back, so I can only assume the Americans are to blame for leaving them !!!


Once again the paper wound through underbrush, thorns, and shiggy ( definitely not a road run) before eventually emerging out onto a road of sorts. Here the pace picked back up for the front runners, and even I managed to straggle back to the middle of the pack. One more ditch, or maybe two, more thorns, more shiggy, and then finally back to the pavement. It was about a 1 KM run back on pavement to the runsite. When I arrived, Maw had arrived with the beer wagon, and the front runners and non runners had begun the process of replenishing the lost alcohol and telling of the great run. Bombastic was handing out some beautiful orange and white hash shirts. Baby Elephant was keen to track all returners and around 7:30 reported that all were out except for WEE WEE and a lady guest. The GM (me again) decided to start the circle as we had a lot of guests to introduce and we didn't want to be too late for the ON IN as it was a special day for Bombastic.

A number of outstation hashers, including the Grand GM of Malaysia Hash, were in attendance. As they sat on the ice, they all expressed their appreciation to the hare for laying a great run. A couple of virgin hashers from the USA, Travis and Vito, were shown proper skin technique for icing and then proceeded to be christened to the hash. The must have enjoyed the ice, as they have been repeat sinners since. WEE WEE and GUEST were contacted via. phone and a couple of search vehicles were sent to rescue them. In the meantime, the GM announced another crate of beer to be consumed while waiting, and more sinners were iced Next weeks hare, Kukah announced the upcoming runsite at Bertam Ulu . Around 8:30 the rescue of the ladies (they were hanging out back at the aforementioned cemetery) was made and the circle closed.

The ON IN was at Bombastics' cousin's place in Batu Berendam. In addition to the usual great Indian Cuisine, custom made Mee Goring, fresh fruit, beer, wiskey, cognac, toddy , etc. were all in abundance and provided courtesy of the 60 year old hare.

It was a great turnout, with many of Bombastics friends and old hashers from various ages and places gathering to join MH3 to wish him a happy 60th birthday. The GM and Balan each took a turn to toast the various hashers and friends, along with Bombastic. It was great to see such a big turnout to appreciate the official turning of Bombastic into an OLD FART HASHER...

ON ON

GM