Circle Report #1905
23rd December 2009The ‘Loyang Exploration,’ Run
The Edgewater, Jalan Loyang Besar
Handbag & Guest Hare, Phoney Sex
The Run
The small but hardy pack (foolhardy?) of about 30 made it the edge of the world, otherwise known as Loyang, lured by promises of free food, beer, wine and all nameable drinkables.
Handbag did not disappoint as he handed out Santa hats and introduced his sexy guest hare, Phoney Sex.
Tiger Lily started us off, wearing her own snippet of a santarina conelet. Down Loyang Besar they went, except for almost half the pack of well informed walkers and Shortcutters.
True enough, back came the pack. T-check!
Phoney Sex meanwhile had been trying to get the Shortcutters to bash through a small cutting where purportedly the paper went. We understood how she got her name when she quickly gave up and beckoned back. “Come this way, I’ll show you an easier trail.” she says. And that’s how it was the rest of the run, On here and Off there, On here and off there….
The hares really had the pack, or at least the front runners, guessing as they took us back and forth through a very small area around the Edgewater. However they used all the good bits, several stretches of the limited jungle, twice into the Sungai Loyang, Pasir Ris Park and even a bit of the Industrial estate. Great use of back and T checks. All things to all hashers.
There even was a short-long split. The long into the industrial estate, the short precariously along the slip-slidey edge of the canal. And everyone back just on the hour! Great run!!
The Circle
Unfortunately I missed the circle, having had to get home early, or face industrial action by spouse. But hearsay was:
Well what about next week? Sunset Way. Hares are The Dreaded Millichamps (Give Way & Not Good Enough). On on will be on site.
Virgins, visitors, returnees and other misfits: Michael, Shirley Temple, Fawlty Towers.
Returnees: Woodbridge NutCracker Armless And a rare running appearance from Gypsy!
Baptism: Rumours are that Wet Patch’s son Michael (guest above) now has a Hash name: Nut Scratcher. (I obviously think he isn’t a Patch on the old man. Ta da! Oops, sorry. This writing licence has me up and running. Something I obviously don’t manage on the Run itself. OK, OK. I’m done)
Guest Scribed by Dances With Kerbs (You only have Cock Radio to blame. Last seen at a coffee shop. Not drinking coffee…)