The usual difficulty in following direction to run starts was compounded this week by the co-incidence of the hare and the newsletter editor being one and the same. As a result one was forced to catch a bus with no clear idea where to get off except for some Chinese script purporting to be the name of a bus stop.
Some later told me that they had carefully copied down the Chinese characters and tried to match them against bus information in order to identify the correct location, but to no avail. Later it appeared that the characters in question stood for “take care of your belongings”, well done Pushupbra. Anyway, it wasn’t so bad because I noted a couple of lost individuals hanging around a busy intersection and it turned out to be the hash.
Great spot for the start of a run, but at least 7up was there to assure us that all was well and her joint hare was out putting some finishing touches to what she described as the run of the year. That’s always something of a concern when one hare fails to make it back.
Anyway the pack of Bestiality, who said that he’s seen the other hare only just heading out, and Phone Box, who also reported seeing the hare just starting the run, Hentai, Cunning Linguist, Torvill and Dean, Oscar, Doggie Style and .
The appointed time came and went as usual, how about some on-time starts before it gets too dark, and soon the pack found itself on trail through a resort and then along a lakeside path and the longest stepping stone crossing so far on a run. Shortly the trail went around some houses with more than the usual quota of dogs, and a well situated circle check which didn’t fool too many.
The next section involved making a path through the virgin bush, and Doggie definitely took a back position at this point, hoping that any boar traps would be sprung by the leader Hentai. This absent path soon turned into a proper path, which then became some kind of competition venue with Decathlon tape marking the turns. Hentai was suckered into a CB or FT shortly after, and the real trail was found to start to climb. And climb it did, soon reaching a stone path and then along and up, then down a bit then up, then along a bit then up, then up, then up, then up until Cunning Linguist was incapable of any word not starting with f. Along the way the pack re-gathered to check out some perfect views, problem was where the hell were we? Doggie had some ideas, Phone Box was perplexed and Torvill had absolutely no idea.
Finally the path halted at a spectacular cliff top view point which enabled Doggie to be absolutely sure that we were not on Southern Peak, because it was in front of us. The trail down was uneventful, and the pack started to break up, the few FTs and CBs not being that effective. We descended through the bush on a rough track from which we broke free into a tea village for a bit, then tea fields, then another village where we came out unexpectedly at the 50th Run restaurant, closed for repairs ever since, and so to the start, but not actually the start because the hares had transferred the packs possessions to a lakeside park.
This scenic spot was perfect for the cold Cheerday on offer, and it was drunk so fast there was none left for down downs. Then it was quickly into the restaurant next door where the pack was joined by Skidmarks, cleverly avoiding this little mountain climb on a 37 degree day. Phonebox’s ordering again hit the spot and it was a tired but relaxed crew who finally made it to Maya for a couple of re-hydrators.
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