Braemar Hill

Hares - Lost In Space, Lost in Translation

Hashers - Lost In Space, Lost in Translation, Octopussy, Winky Twinkie, Blow My Tits, Screwtop, Hopeless, Freebee, Pipe Rider, Any Fanny'll Do, Cute Boar Butt

Write-up - Cute Boar Butt

We all know part of the fun of running a hash run is figuring out the trail along the fellow hashers; and for us not racey runners it is about fingering out the trail along with the fellow hashers. But there are times when those fun are taken away when hares decided to give the trail away at brief; and when you find yourself standing around in the middle of some dense bush questioning about life.

I arrived at the Braemer Hill Road Playground to the sight of some of the nicest welcoming looks from some of the nicest hashers and hares, namely Lost In Space aka my orange line buddy who gave me the biggest hug, who was so kind to step in to hare only to have received a short notice from the night before. The pack set off at 7pm sharp after hares Lost in translation gave us the brief and Lost in Space gave us the exact directions of where the out trail was, where the trail led to, where it continued on, which hill we were about to run, and in which direction we were coming back in from until Lost in Translation jumped in and shushed him before he packed up to pulled out a tourist flag to lead us to trail.

The pack, after following Lost In Space's give away, head straight to Choi Sai Woo Park where there came the first check, but the pack all knew to look for the trail that led us to Braemer Hill viewpoint because of hare's remark on "there's only one hill in this area". The trail up to braemer hill and Sir Cecil's ride was very much runnable, and the many checks on the many splits kept the pack very well together. I, before setting off with the pack, picked the tiniest chalk anyone could ever find, thinking that was all i needed for this run because usually I either lose half of it after it during a run, or I try to return the sweat soaked chalk to hare. To proof that my intention of grabbing the tiny chalk was not because I never intended to mark, I decided to take up the responsibility of marking at every possible checks, which I was happy to stay behind to mark when I fail to check trails because of my arachnophobia. But I am getting better with my shortcoming when followed the pack on trail after clearly seeing a giant spider hanging, all I did was scream as I went through and made gladly to have made Pipe Rider laugh.

It was probably because of all the rain and typhoon but mostly rain and less hikers during the summer, some parts of the trail have gotten quite dense and hairy. The pack was running by a catch water when Twinkie Winkie, who sounded like Hopeless but not Hopeless, yelled "Snakes", to which freaked Pipe Rider out and put her into full panic mode. As someone who has the deepest understanding of the frustration to putting thyself in the environment full of the very phobia and fear one has, knowing it is unexplainable and illogical and worse of all, unpredictable, has the biggest empathy of someone who is experiencing the very similar pain. I went ahead of Pipe Rider, hoping to make her feel better as she was the definition of super woman who was on one hand panicking but on the other still running in light speed into the bush as it was getting denser. I was trying to tell her there was absolutely no snakes to be seen, and there continued to be no snakes to be seen but all she heard was "no SNAKES, no SNAKEs, SNAKES" which made the situation worse, while Screwtop was very excited about the snakes and was bumped to have not seen it.

Next thing I know after the catch water was some check and then I found myself being on my own looking at some intensely thick and tall bush in between tree after the pack solved a check and took off. I tried to convince myself that I could maybe go through it but I also have a full understanding of the kind of chicken I am. Luckily, after a few minutes of self hating I heard the God-send Any Fanny'll do's voice chitchatting from the top of the mountain that gave me a glimpse of hope. I yelled out "I am scared!" to which he replied "I am too!" after being stalked and chased by a wild boar, or so he belived. Octo, Blow my tits (whom we will all dearly miss), AFWD and I continued on trail and where we came to the shortcut down, AFWD mentioned about taking it but as an encouraging and motivating friend I shot him a condemning glare filled with judge and disapproval, and was well received. Us four continued to run on sir cecil's ride and to our surprise it was leading us up even some more. Octo got all excited because she knew this was taking us up to her favourite view point and although trail pointed the other way, she insisted we all take the detour. There we were offered some wine by a couple who was having a great date when we interrupted, we did some PR promoting our hash and off we went back down to trail and home. The detour was well worth it and the view of the victoria harbour centered in the middle of the decorative city lights was a good farewell to BMT.

The bash was then held at the usual Thai restaurant after Hopeless was almost scammed by the taxi driver. Hopeless took up the challenge to cater to all our dietary needs (no meat, no carbs, no seafood) and AFWD showed up with a bottle of prosecco, obliviously popping it under the table in front of the restaurant people which they clearly heard the pop but still kind enough to choose to let us. It was a great bash filled with laughter and silliness and we all appreciate everyone's company, and the time was well spent. Orange line buddies then off to the far west home.

DDs by Hopeless

Last minute Lost hares informed at 8:30pm stepping up to the plate

LIS - largest arrows in the history of LSW

LIS - expensive chalk given by Hopeless but none left

Octogate - LIS, Hopeless, Octo

Hopeless - SCB

Screwtop - thought Hopeless was Winky Tinky then at mention that he's just in front, the race was on

CBB - no messages about spiders so Thermal Dick won't contact Hopeless about spiders

BMT to Octo - beware the 'spi...key' tree freaking out CBB who thought she was going to say 'spi...der'

Screwtop - thought Winky Tinky was Hopeless who called out snake

Pipe Rider - freaking out about snakes and running with high knees

CBB - kept mentioning 'snake' freaking Pipe Rider out so she kept running with her knees even higher!

LIT - went to old age pensioner movie day for 25HKD

LIT - never been asked for her ID

Screwtop to Freebee - shouting on home but was lost but Screwtop knew the way

Screwtop - looking for a snake

Screwtop - not worked for two months keeping water bills down so washing hair in public toilet

LIT - CUTR gave 500 HKD at T8 hash LIT tempted not to give back and give to Octo for her birthday

Octo, BMT, CBB, Octo - hiring professional photo takers for their selfie

Octo - back to octogate restaurant

Octo - finally signing on to strava but not turning it on

Hopeless - short cutting the trail to the park

AFWD to Hopeless - disappearance like predator invisibility shield on trail

LIS - giving away the park at the start

AFWD - freaking out about boar heavy breathing. Boar was Tracking AFWD for a while but was he sure it wasn't just Hopeless in the bushes

BMT - last LSW for a while. Maybe back for Nash Hash

Hares, Octo, BMT sing song

Adrian 'Special Branch' Buckman RIP

Sadly, Adrian passed away earlier this week from bowel cancer.

He leaves a widow, Penny, and three boys.

LSW from 12 Dec 91 to 5 Jun 22

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