Royal Southside Hash Trash © Run 1639

Run No:	1639
Date:	17 June, 2005
Location:	Lamma Island, Sok Ku Wan
Hares:	Kiwi Sausage

Hareline:

The Pre-Run:

The pack gathered under the awnings at the entrance to the Floating Restaurant off Shum Wan Pier drive in Aberdeen. Most arrived early having heeded the hares directive that the junk would be leaving promptly at 18:30, leaving stragglers to make their way to Lamma (Sok Ku Wan) via sampan or back to Central by Ferry.

The sky appeared ominous, a continuing story as this year proceeds, and it wasn't till close to the appointed hour that the beer and softies arrived in the Tinks mobile. Spit or Swallow phoned and SMS'd several times to announce that he was on his way!¦.

As time passed, cell phones were brought forth and animated discussions were held between Saddle, Kiwi, Smallbone, and Ice. Seems that Saddle was in charge of bringing some visitors and had been delayed.

At nearly 19:00, with supplies loaded and everyone, except Camel on-board, the junk set forth for Lamma. A short and usual sprint across Lamma channel dodging container vessels and trying to figure out why there were now squid boats about!¦.

Arriving in Lamma at nearly 19:30, our hare was at the dock to meet the boat. After some initial indecision about what to do with bags, beer, etc., it was decided to move all to the park located at the end of the pier. Then, with a few short words about a short 40 minute run, and display of some creative water-proof paper markings, it was out of the park and on to the run.

The Hare at rest

The Run:

The run set westwards through the seafood restaurants and onto the first, and obvious check where the path splits right along the beach or upwards along a long flight of stairs towards the hills. Presuming a short run, the majority of the pack chose the stairs. Wrong.

Ice, Saddle, Haggis, and (for awhile) visitor Seman Stains (aka Barker) a stalwart of a lesser Monday night hash, initially led the pack. Noticeably, Seman Stains managed to forget his flashlight!¦. and they say these guys know how to hash?

Returnee Whippy (!) managed to keep up with the middle of the pack and, after the second check, which turned the pack further to the right along the beach, the balance of the pack was brought up by You What, McShite, Spit or Swallow, Dribble, and Jack Off.

At this point the trail took a curious turn into a cave!¦ and murmurs about ICE being in front playing with markings were heard. These comments were reiterated at a second massive check that would either send the pack left into the hills and, logically home; or right, up into the ridge line towards Lok Chau Tsuen and no apparent way home. back and forth, etc. - trail was found. Yup, right it was. Much cursing by Smallbone and Jackoff here!¦..

Eventually, with the lights of the power plant in front and the trail splitting again towards the beach at Tai Wan San Tsuen, another check saw the trail initially heading along a set of steps towards the hills. But, a goat trail pipe path was spotted across the walkway fence and the correct trail headed along the coast, winding precariously up and down slippery rocks, pipe and gulley's. Returnee Austin Powers was definitely not pleased with this route and both he and McShite shared their opinions with Tinks who was leading the middle of the pack.

After picking up Austin Powers, who crashed just before the pack finally emerged from the slippery path and shiggy onto an unnamed beach, a good part of the pack mingled about trying to find trail amongst the debris and trash.

Trail was again found and the On On headed back towards the hill, past a seemingly occupied house and initial good path. This path quickly fell apart and the pack separated into multiple groups again. Seman Stains, leading a pack without a flashlight was relegated to the middle and in a matter of seconds slipped and was on his back, followed quickly by McShite who nearly decapitated himself on a low hanging tree branch.

Emerging into a clearing, the lights of home could be seen across the bay and there was hope that the trail would head that way - especially as we were well past 40 minutes!¦.

No, instead the run turned back towards the beach, through some banana groves, and emerged onto Lo So Sing beach. You What and Jack Off forged across the concrete sitting out area and headed onto well worn trails, east across the narrow part of the island, and then right towards home. Spit or Swallow was found pounding towards home and, with a bit of effort, was passed by Jack Off for the final sprint back through the restaurants and home. Magically, all the on out arrows were now facing home!¦if anyone noticed.

Amazingly, first in was!¦.. get ready for it!¦.. Rear Ender. He was followed immediately by Cabbage and Ice (aka as a short-cutting, trail mis-marking, non-calling, miserable, worthless runner) and Saddle. A run of 1 to 1:45 depending on where you were in the pack. But, a well marked run considering the conditions, and some new trail for many. Who did help Kiwi set this run - Dangerman?

The Post Run:

Due to the lateness of the hour, the pack was provided with several choices. Not the best of ideas. Chaos ensued. Hashmaster Smallbone makes a brilliant executive decision for a short circle, followed by the On On, to be followed by another Circle on the junk.

Whippy is appointed timekeeper for Smallbone.

At 21:19 (same as last week!¦) Kiwi calls the circle to order. Amah's are nominated, and there are lots of candidates. Seman Stains wins the nomination and prepares the mugs, with no help from any of several visitor assistants who can't seem to get with the plot.

The Circle:

Awards:

On On

Kiwi has arranged an outstanding seafood feast for the gentlemen at Tai Yuen Seafood restaurant. To say there was too much great food would be an understatement. There was plenty left over!

The Circle Continues:

       Chaos

The Circle Resumes:

Sheep Shagging Kiwi Sausage
Cake Presentation

(Not even a reasonable copy)

Circle Announcements

Post On On/Pre-Wanchai

Ice Dancer, in an obviously pathetic attempt at making amends for having been a short-cutting, trail-mismarking, sleezy bast*rd earlier in the evening, offers to buy a round at the ABC Club where his company has a membership. A number of the gentlemen, as well as the visitors, take him up on this offer.

Several drinks later, the bar is closed and all head for cabs and the comforts of Wanchai. Thanks Ice ! A great ending to a spectacular evening.

Sports Section:

This week's Southside Sports section is Haggis certified and approved - no bad things here.

For a tasteful selection of this week's sports items, Southsiders kindly see the notes supplement (Ed. unfortunately only available to the mailing list and not posted to the website....).

Link of the Week:

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http://www.amateurcurves.com

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