Ap Lei Chau

Hares - Crème Brûlée, Macau Drunk

Write-up - Screwtop

The Peeps - Brad, O'Bollocks, LIT, Stinky, Blow My Tits, Camel Driver, Tight Lips, Screwtop, Hopeless, Matt, AFWD, Crackpot, Pig Fokker

I’d like to say I stepped up to do the write up as soon as it was asked but the tumble weed was blowing through the circle at the ok corral so I became Clint Eastwood for the night.

It was surprising how such a small group we were, about 15 I think. We noted that the group was made up of mostly middle runners so should be able to keep the pack together but I was secretly relying on Lost in Translation and Hopeless to pick up the mantle for being the front runners as we were missing CFF, BL, Rooted, Pole Dancer (don’t be offended if I missed you off, other front runners). However, this made for entertaining discussions as pointed out at the bash, as there was a variety of front runners including Any Fanny Will Do and Oh Bollocks.

The adventures started even before we reached the bucket. I walked out of the MTR to see Lost in Translation and Hopeless looking forlorn. No markings and a couple of park options. Tensions were high as LIT recalled Macau Drunk’s last run from Ap Lei Chai…. including vertical wall with ropes and hanging on for dear life onto rocks as waves were hitting. Crackpot laughed nervously as LIT said she was no way doing that run again. Blow my Tits was opting for the wimps only to find there wasn’t one so by the time we got to the bucket, tensions were high.

Macau Drunk and Crème Brulee gave the usual briefing stating they were all closed checks which made the pack relax a little. We set off along the coast being told to go to the green sail. A loop around there and nearly heading back to the start didn’t bode well but then someone found a dead end wasn’t in fact one. Some roads and paths lead Camel Driver to have a near miss with a bus but she saved herself with a quick smile and wave. Another incident with a bus occurred later when I’m sure she said she got the bus for part of the run.

I thought the trail was getting to be a little technical when Any Fanny Will Do’s visitor Matt said that he wished he had small feet on the steps, Another shoe incident occurred soon after where Pig Fukker nearly lost his down a hole….. but little did we know that there was more to come.

Pig Fukker enjoyed a small incident with 3 boars but I can't say much more than that as I always miss the wild life!

The only bit of actual information you will get from me is we went up Mount Johnston. Which was renamed several times by the group but none were fit to be recalled in writing, especially Lost in Translations which were clear for all to hear! I added my own comments when unusually I was one of the front runners with Camel Driver and Pig Fukker. We were heading down the very rough steep trail with lots of loose rocks (thank goodness for the sections with ropes) when we came across a check back. No way. We thought it was a mirage and then realised the sea in front of us was actually sea and that if we continued forwards we would end up in Ap Lei Pai. The 3 of us and Lost in Translation and Blow My Tits were determined that it wasn’t a check back so Pig Fukker kindly went on a little further whilst some behind us found true trail. That bit wasn’t a highlight for me but run setters Crème Brulee was quite pleased ‘that’s what makes it a good run!’ and Macau Drunk enjoyed recalling the free china bash where someone actually decided to swim instead of try to navigate his run on the rocks and someone else took 3 hours to get back. Think some are still in therapy for that.

After the steep climb up and then down the other side, we also had to navigate very narrow trail with steep sides… well done Crackpot for not turning back. A very high wall to climb over needed a bamboo ladder.

A few checks were cleverly done keeping the pack together and the route was marked very well (apart from at the end where we were in a rubbish dump so all rubbish looks like white flour). That was quite technical too with having to try to bend double not touching the delightful debris thrown from the local apartment block.

Blow My Tits’ wounds from the run prove how technical it was….. one fall on one of the steep parts but obviously she and Rooted struggle more with the flat as that is where she got her wipe out but Brad from Shanghai helped the damsel get back up to run home.

Down Downs by Hopeless

The Hares

Hares - no coastal path

Late - Gin ‘n Vomit

Visitors - Brad

AFWD - FRB twice

Crackpot - not turning back

Hash Crash - Blow my Tits

Hares - green sail confusion

Checkback at coast path? Screwtop first?

LIT might have preferred the path

Rhinestone Gay Boy – O' Bollocks' FCH name

Write up - Screwtop

Crackup - 100 runs

Crème Brûlée to Crackpot for doing Dogsh*t’s Brick Hill trail and did today's trail
To Macau Drunk, following red ribbon in the shiggy. It was a strap on his backpack

Crackpot to Stinky Sexy Toy for complaining about MD's last run

OB to Crackpot for locals helping her.
To Screwtop for yelling about CB

Brad to BMT, crash was at end on flat path

CB to Hopeless, pool of sweat wrung out of his socks

OB to CB blue clean nails

Next week’s run – Indy’s really early ANZAC Day, 22 days early

7.52km 95mins