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Braemar Hill St Andrew's Day Hares - Lost in Translation, Winky Twinkie LiT FB photos here Attendees: Lost In Translation (Hare), Winky Twinkie (Hare), Hopeless, Blow My Tits, Screwtop, Poledancer, Lost In Space, Pig Fokker, Brother Anus, Jonathan, Vibrator, Timbits, Cheesy Flying Fox, Macau Drunk, Crackpot, Wai Chee Kok, AFWD, Octopussy, Rooted, Burning Lust, & O’Bollocks. Forget Global Warming – especially drought, LSWH3 has its own secret weapon for any location needing water. Get Lost In Translation to hare, and LO! Rain!! Happens almost without fail, we proved it on Sunday in Macau, and Tuesday on LH4. It’s just not a HK trick! It was the annual St. Andrew’s Day Run, Lost In Translation aided by Winky Twinkie, guaranteed shortbread biscuits when finished and tartan at diner. But…. Trail set late in the day, partly in drizzle, and then… dry for the entire run. A good one it was too, marked mainly in Hellbank notes and large splodges of flour – which was where the hares were throwing flour at each other while setting, in fits of disagreement. Talking of flour, it is important if you carry a bag of flour to check for leaks….. or else every Open Check becomes obvious which way to go! The pack were sent up out of the playground, left turn, and the first Check. Most of the FRBs dink left, making (as with most of the run) the wrong assumption, and all following each other. Meanwhile Poledancer found flour over the fence and headed up past the service reservoir onto the next Check, where he went… UP (and wrong)! Wrong… left back towards the first Check on the contour, plenty of paper on trail to lead the way to the big arrow on the contour to the next service reservoir, via a long set of steps. CFF now back on track, along with Rooted, onto the shiggy. Seeing as this part of the trail was on last week’s run, AFWD took great delight in leading the pack down the bum-bouncing shiggy onto Sir Cecil’s and right on to Po Luen Path and a Check. Down and up Po Luen, sneaky right fork into shiggy and along to “the gap” and the Rambo split up and over and back, Wimps a simple right turn and a stretch of running to the next Check which took a right/left to the pagoda, CCF nose in front, guessing the Check towards the broken catchwater. But, instead of going for the catchwater, all the headless chickens except Rooted followed him up into the shiggy. 50m along the catchwater hell bank, and off we go again, but, unfortunately, Rooted took the left option at the end of the catchwater, where trail went up to the aerials. Next Check by the riverbed, again all the front runners go the same way (why is that?), correct trail on to the PCCW telecoms buildings, Check, straight on to the next riverbed where the front runners all came undone again. Headless running (well scrambling) down the riverbed meant Screwtop got her nose in front, in her borrowed bra (see DDs), finding paper and flour on the shiggy, right, and onto the long bamboo forest section and up the hill. But, FRBs found her at the next Check as a way through was hard to see, a sharp left and onto Sir Cecil’s for the last shiggy down to Braemar Hill and a new set of metal steps/scaffold before the road. A well set trail, plenty of markings to compensate for what might have been (rain), and a finish with cold drinks and some shortbread biscuits – thanks hares! Down Downs by Hopeless Hares – thanks to Lost In Translation and Winky Twinkie for a well-marked run following the rain of the past 2 days. Braless Screwtop - Lost In Translation loaned her the wet trail setting bra. Same size? Jonathan - recycling blue shirt for 2 days of Scottish runs. Late – Gin n Vomit of course, in her (non) Scottish outfit. Nonrunners - O’Bollocks Burning Lust - garrotted on trail Neckie – Rooted yelling at the racing FRBs 75 runs - Winky Twinky Lost In Space - DFL again Octopussy to Lost In Space - lost mozzie spray Macau Drunk from Octopussy - drugs talk at the table LH4 weekend away Lost In Translation to Crackpot got Rilla so drunk over the weekend she is now known as “Macau Drunk” (the female version) Crackpot so drunk over the entire weekend Crackpot to Lost In Translation & Lost In Space for worst rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody ever Conference call all dinner – Brother Anus Malcolm DD to BL enormous daddy long legs lookalike as he fell in the shiggy Octopus to BL & Jonathan not chasing boars and to hares both sensitive to snakes Crackpot – winter is here – the bobble hat is out Rooted to Brother for FRB (well, kind of!) All the Scots Singing the song – The Scots, of course! 7.55km 80mins
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