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Statistics: Members 35, New Members 2, Past Member 1, Visitor 3. Total 41.

The dry season has been long and unrelenting. The ground was extra hard and a cloud of red dust rose as we sprinted off to gain good position. Soon we were out into the parched countryside where singkong and paddy rice were limp, after another waterless day in the baking sun. A once ragging, torrent was now a mere dribble desperately trying to survive until the rains would surely come. A group of wizened old crones [ Col. Bluthnut, VR, ] was seen in the distance and eventually passed. [They had set out 15 mins. early to avoid the traffic]. A goodly bunch of us stuck to paper, but a sad few were seen looking for even the shortest of short cuts.

For those who did stay on paper we were lucky, some great countryside, river crossings and but a few areas of kampung. At one point the pack perched on the edge of a river, like a herd of apprehensive wildebeest, hesitating at the crossing. I was eventually able to coax and cajole them into making the first tentative steps and then a mad gallop and all made it to the far side. [later Col. Bludnuth, Hardcase and few other thanked]. Once a check had made that we were all over we were once more scouring the countryside. A few hashers who had not helped out at the river crossing had by now become lost on the horizon, for rest of us we enjoyed a colling breeze and

Toward the latter part of the run old Achilles problem meant that I had to slow down, and was even passed by Concorde, who was obviously not named for his speed. As we approached the last quarter of the run we arrived at the edge of a large lake and on the other side the welcoming site of the par five 8^th at Sawnagan Besar. After circumnavigating the lake for a while it became evident that the circle was to be held elsewhere, and eventually we turned to the right and winded our way thorough kampung and eventually on to the final fairway at Sawangan Kecil. In the later stages the welcoming appearance of Magic Dragon conformed that we could not be far from home. I arrived about 6.10pm while the front runners were home by 6.00pm, a few drifted in later, and a sizable few had been there all the time.

Superbrat was stand-in HM, with Fanny fannying about on the sidelines. There were early down-downs for the hares, returns and an assortment new members, visitor and past members, Alex Novencido [stupid name - parents must have been hashers], Copper Dick [=Nick Leeson], Hashbrown, Markus Nolden, Steve Andrew and Pecker

Being a point to point, the run had the potential to be a disaster, but as it turned out Superbrat asserted himself and nominated it a good run before any other were allowed to speak. Comments by Yoshi, Rabbie, Jonesy and Tarzan were of no importance as all had arrived by car. Poison said "run of the year" and Bolt1on who is desperately [but vainly] trying to get people to like him said "perfect". Tarzan was adamant that he did not like and would not run on point to points. The circle was adament [except one] that there should be more point to points. The mathematically minded hashers were bemused by the fact the combined ages of the hares was only 104. There was mounting euphoria at the fact that Kocrete Kock and Angie had not arrived, and bitter disappointed when they strolled in a 6.55.

MM Crusty Nuts gallantly tried to get the singing off the ground, but there was no holding back RA, Slobidan [ex

Herpes], who was chomping at the bit to get at the Aussies, who were to take center stage as representatives of

the most hated nation. A motley assortment was called into to take penance for causing trouble. That sniveling

coward, Jonesy, [The Lizard of Oz] hid while his fellow countrymen took their punishment, but was eventually was

put on ice. Inevitably discussion got on to the Gurkas, to be followed by exchanges concerning Gurka and Golka

lookalikes, Dr. Jerker, Dr Gurka, Dr. Gherkin, Pickled Gherkins, Dill Pickles and Dili. Although opportune we did

not "Don't Dili Dili on the Way" or "I Don't want a Gherkin up my

Asshole."

Co-hare Mudguard sung a Gloria Gaynor special, and Hare Witless gave us a typical manic version of "We

all go for F*** will Goblok M." The latter took to this song and goose-marched around the circle fore

sometime. Prick of the week may have gone to Goblok or Konkord whose son had landed him with a

10,000,000rp-telephone bill.

Fucking Gladys [a Cloggie = type of European with a speech impediment] gave an excellent rendition of a well

know song, and by staying in tune for 2.34mins. he enters the Anchor Book of JHHH Records and is automatically

short list for next year's MM. The ever youthful, volunteer year book editor, Bolt1on, announced that his

girl friend is in love [with whom?], and that he would be in Irian Jaya next week [presumably meeting the in laws!].

The Lizard of Oz announced his imminent departure to Auss, and that Stretch was that taking over hash trash

duties, for a few weeks. Stretch is certainly the man for the job, after I saw him giving a counterfeit 10,000rp note

to his kids, on Sunday, at Pondok Indah Mal. Nick Leeson brought his mate, another Constable Constable, who

attempted introduce a new sense of dress code to the circle - he learnt a hard lesson.

Back to the bonsai [E.M.].

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