The Barrens of Kowloon Tong
By Serbian Spammer Bomber Baron Diver von Moosheime of N²TH³
Not the latest Banksy but the hares’ gps of the trail (below). This masterpiece took 5 hours to set.
Oh my! A joint run with LSWH3; Moonie’s idea as part of the “12 Hashes of Christmas”, so it’s all his fault. And the lazy git didn’t even run, claiming to have a dodgy back. Dodgy excuse, if you ask me. I think he just didn’t want to run in the drizzle; feel the sensation of the rain softly kissing his arse (oops – I’ve slipped into romantic writing mode…)
I missed the instructions from hares Master Grinder and Anal Invitation; being an N2TH3 hasher I turned up 15 minutes late and everyone was gone by then (except Moonie). I had hoped to advise everyone to avoid the exploding pig-traps (improvised IED – one blew up in my local Seven-11 and made the TV news earlier this week). But you were all gone, so tough luck if you came back with half a leg missing, Mango. While I was shrugging off my jacket and pulling down my pants (yes – I had shorts underneath – I wasn’t going commando) Moonie STRONGLY advised me to do the 7km wimps’ run rather than the 100km super-rambos’. Which, given the quality of the markings, turned out to be sound advice.
So, off I ran, up the steps and found the check, marked with a very small arrow. I met Motormouth about 20 metres from here, asking me if I knew which way was trail. And I did. So I led on; now only second last. Up the road; into the first set of shiggy; met the next runner (or rather heard his call from a path higher up and got left behind while I figured out how to get there). Not to worry, I thought: I’ll soon catch up.
Ha Ha Ha. Famous last words.
Emerging onto the road I followed the arrow; trail; money? Why is there money? (Remember that I missed the briefing.) Found the checkback. Wasted 15 minutes trying to find some way off the checkback and decided to return to the start… BUT by the time I got to the arrow where I had emerged onto the road someone had drawn a very small arrow pointing 180 degrees the other way. Seriously – it was like one inch. So gamely I continued on. Big mistake.
On and on I went – but no sign of trail. Then I noticed a faint purple arrow. Billions of bilious blistering blue barnacles! Who draws arrows in purple for a night run in the wet? This is worse than my own trail markings…Reached a car park. No trail. Saw a security booth and asked the attendant – who pointed me in the right direction. Just as I was thinking I would give up and return to the start I finally found faint purple trail pointing over a bridge and found a lost hasher on the far side. Parky. Aha! Another Hasher. I must be going the right way.
He told me that some “Chinese” hasher had gone up the road and never returned which, I told him, was an obvious indicator of trail (and an indicator of non-trail-calling Liberace). Off we went. Up up up that long road up Beacon Hill. Bloody boring route. To pass the time, Parky told me some of the history of LSWH3 and I retaliated by giving him the detailed etymology of my full hash name, Serbian Spammer Bomber Baron Diver von Mooseheime. By the way he started lagging back and encouraging me to run and not worry about staying with him, I knew I’d got the better of that exchange.
Í found the wimps-rambos split and, remembering Moonie’s advice, decided that discretion is the better part of valour, and since I couldn’t hear anybody else calling ahead of me opted for the wimps run. Down the path from Beacon Hill towards Eagle’s Nest, then down the turning to So Uk. And down. And down. On this part of the trail the hare had finally remembered he was supposed to leave markings to follow. But sadly at the bottom he forgot. So after 5 minutes of casting about for the hare’s footprints I figured out the route and, using my extensive fieldcraft, cunningly crafted an arrow of leaves for Parky to follow when he finally got to the bottom of the hill.
Now the trail followed road, through the wilderness of Shek Kip Mei, past the barrens of the tennis courts. Soon I heard the pounding of foosteps and was overtaken by Liberace. Not long thereafter I reached the end and found beer. But not so many returned runners.
Strangely Golden Balls and Catch Of The Day were there already. I just couldn’t imagine them finishing at the same time, but then I found out that instead of running they had sat in a bar drinking Bloody Marys. Even stranger, this was because COTD was too tired because she had been humping around 20kg of iron all day just in case she needed to make a ladder. She was somewhat pie-eyed from being plied with alcohol so I decided she was another suitable victim for the etymology of my name (well, she asked for it). So I explained. And I explained. And then I explained some more. Finally, I attempted to explain how the German part of the name related to the transferable mouth skills I had learned playing in a brass band. Sadly, COTD felt that her English language skills were not up to understanding the various double entendres involved in this, but I think she would like a lesson, so if anyone has the time, you can give her one. GB certainly got it when I explained that years ago, I had played solo horn. Unfortunately, by then he was looking too hard for double entendres because that was unintended…
Fortunately for Catch Of The Day, other runners had started to return by that point. So GB dragged me over to corner some of them and give them ear-ache instead.
I noticed that Tangerine Dream was lurking, pouncing on unsuspecting runners dragging their feet home, to force raffle tickets on them while they were too weak to resist. She was muttering something about proceeds going to charity… HA! A likely tale. More likely, batteries for her rabbit while Moonie’s back is bad…
While the returning rambos were discussing their (mostly nonexistent) trail it transpired that Liberace had only managed a few metres of the rambo split before getting lost and returning to the split to run the wimps. Mango arrived in a taxi, having lost half of his knee and banged his head. He is under the impression that this was somehow Eunuch’s fault, but remember the pig trap IEDs… I think Mango mistook the force of the blast for the impact caused by a collision with a fellow hasher… Hopeless returned bleeding from the nipples and spitting blood so obviously Mango wasn’t the only casualty… Frank The Plank had given up too and when he found himself at Shek Kip Mei MTR had told them he was lost and could they help him get to Kowloon Tong with a free ticket (which they did). Kudos for inspired blagging.
For some reason, LSW had organized food – pizzas – for before the circle rather than after. So circle only got started after 10pm – a perfect time to disturb the local residents. Since the police were somewhat busy in Mong Kok and Admiralty we got away with it. Velcro Lips was AWOL, so I stood up as GM and might have been a little too loud as I called the circle to order. Things were somewhat anarchic and I was soon down-downed for losing control of the circle. Since it was drizzling I had my umbrella with me in the circle; I needed it when I found myself standing next to Liberace.
P.S. Does anyone else want to know about my name?
LSW DOWN DOWN'S by Indy
The hares - The Legal Beagal's Run….Anal Invitation/ Master Grinder!
The hares - their birth year run…..mere bambinos….amongst the youngest of the LSW members...
The run - Anal Invitation/Master Grinder… a 'challenging run'…..yelled the mob!
The wimps on in- all happy , altho there was that one section where we ran around like headless chickens! …errr..had the hares got lost at that section and laid a trail without marking it off?? before continuing on the true trail...….hmmmm….
Lubricated Trojan - for finding the way forward….
Rambos - there were a few of those who did different trails…and did not find the Wimps marks for true trail onwards…
Hopeless/Lost In Translation - doing a 'supposed Rambo' trail of 15 kms without being on markings for R section….??
Hopeless - Dummy Spit..not seen one for a while now….
Super Rambos - Cheesy Flying Fox (in absentia) /CIMT/CUTR…13 kms on trail with the SR 'loop'…
Frank the Plank - somehow very off Rambo trail around Hopeless at Shek Kip Mei……but an attendant at MTR took sympathy on him with no $ and gave him a free ticket..
Parkie - very off Wimps trail also around Shek Kip Mei…..but not sure how he got back to the run start….
Parkn' Shop - at beginning of W trail …'don't leave me, as don't like these steps!…but i ain't waiting for Parkie….Who knows where he is…."….Yep ..he was on his way off W trail to Shek Kip Mei….
Salesman - caught a taxi back…..
Non Runners - Catch off the Day/Golden Balls….got to run early so decided to have a few beers rather than run…
Moonie - also non runner..and he organised the 12 hashes of Christmas…..
The 12 hashers of Christmas On In - Hopeless/Lost in Translation/ Moonie/Tin Tin/Golden Balls/Motormouth/Anal Invitation
Lubricated Trojan - worried about hubby running tonight as tired from KOTH on Sunday…
CIMT- no need to worry as came in 2nd tonight after CFF
Bubbleduck - injured but still doing ok…..