Jakarta Hash House Harriers
Scribe
Sheet Run 1689
HASHSHIT HOLDERS: Tarzan, Gay gordon (Run 1689)
Thanks
to Elephant Man the latest Holy Joop stand-in
HASH
SHEET RUN NO. 1689 2nd April 2001
NEXT
WEEK WHO: Yoshi, KK, Postponed
NEXT
WEEK WHERE: Jagarowi Toll, exit
Gunung Putri, after a few hundred yards turn right at junction, proceed for ˝
to 1km and turn left near big Mesjid, following signs to site. Allow 10-20 minutes from toll gate.
THIS
WEEK WHO: McTarzan and
Gayboygordon
THIS
WEEK WHERE: Cimanggis
NUMBERS: 29 [20 regulars, 7 new
members, 2 visitors]
The
Run
From
the first time I read that this pair were setting the run I had a premonition
that things may not be right on the night. Wasn’t it accountants and
transmigration specialists who got this country into the trouble in the first
place?
As
the story unfolds you will see that my concerns proved to be well founded……..
Approaching Cimanggis I focused on the black curtain of clouds that was fast
approaching from Bogor and I considered whether it would perhaps be better to
return home and park myself in front of the log fire, with a good book and a
glass or six of fine claret. But no, I
said to myself, lets not be a spoilsport and let these guys down! By the time I arrived at the site it
appeared that West Java was well on its way to drowning, and there seemed no
immediate signs that the rains had yet decided to abate. Tom Jones had requisitioned a small hut and
a bedraggled and shivering cue had formed by its side to pay it’s way. I was
eager to get away and when the horn blew and I was quickly in my rightful
position among the front runners, sprinting off in hot pursuit of Vatican
Rag. As I splashed through the pools I
was soon to warm up and to forget about the chilling wind and pelting
rain. Paper was not easy to find and
after only 5 minutes I and twenty or so others were off paper. With my uncanny sense of direction I was
able to lead the group along the river, through the sawah, up the bank through
the bamboo thicket and eventually regroup with those on paper. Vatican rag was never passed and never seen
on the run again. The conditions became
more and more testing, but luckily I was able to distance myself from the likes
of the flat footed Nick Leeson, the umbrellad Sadist, the awful Dripper and Mr
Really Interesting himself, Sheepskin.
Although the run was a point to point I was quietly confident that we
would end up near Cibubur, at Tarzan’s favorite haunt Sate Bandule, so there
were no real worries on than score! Or so I thought!
For
the next couple of kilometers [1.5miles] all went well and totally predictable,
but then a deviation to the right had us descending from the high ground to the
banks of the meandering swollen stream, and had me at least wondering whether
Sata Bandule was our destination. Paper
was lost and a frenzied period had the pack swarming every possible trial.
Distant cries of checking-checking came from all directions, until 10 more
minutes had elapsed and for the first time since the start the whole pack was
back together.
Paper
was eventually found and it became clear that our final destinationwas to the
south and not to the north as expected.
We were soon to come across the river again and the bamboo bridge, which
often marks the furthest point from ant run from Cimanggis, beckoned. At this time shadows were appearing, but
whether we were going to end up at Ikan Bakar Kalimantan or even Riverside Golf
the route was straight forward and we should be back no later than 6.15. Or so we thought !
For
the next couple of kilometers things were as normal, although now the light had
faded and it was only the fire flies and flickering candle lights in the
kampung that showed us our way. Then out on to a well trod path, which we new
was not far from that bamboo bride which is not too distant from where we
started. ‘But this run is a point to
point’ someone uttered!
By
chance the merest fleck of paper was noted off the path and a little more
searching revealed that our route back was going to be by way of the golf
course. No matter, as long as were going to end up and finish at Riverside Golf.
The
next hour or so was all in the dark, except for the help of PC Plod’s
torch. I’m not that sure of the route
itself, but I know it involved a par five, half a part four, some jungly stuff,
steep sided ravines, a passage way under the toll road, disinterested locals
and incessant grumpling from other
seven in my group. We did get to the
end eventually, but it was already 7.15, and we were the first and probably
only ones who were on paper all the way.
The
Circle.
It
took a long time to achieve a circle mainly because it was physically
impossible to make one with so few hashers having arrived back. By 7.30 or so the semblance, at least, of a
semi circle was enough for the Hashmaster to start the proceeding. We went through the routine of bringing in the
visitors, new members and returns, but this was continually disturbed by
hashers arriving form different directions. Yoshi arrived in his Fisherman
Friend outfit, Angie arrived but most wished he was still out there and then
after a detour via Gunung Putri Superprat and Leeky arrived, on wheels, with
stories that would make a grown hasher cry.
The
run discussion took a little time to really build up steam, but by the end
there was a unanimous and resounding call for a Hash Shit. A visitor from Medan told some cock and bull
stuff about why it should not be a hash shit; but his comments were regarded as
a load of bollocks and he was told to effing well return to Medan. For once the hashmaster made the correct
decision and the hares were rightfully punished in the customary way.
Sheepskin
and friend sidled off early; Jonesey said something to me about reading a book,
but I didn’t believe him; Fanny muttered something about something, but who
cares. Jungle Fucker stood by Tom Jones
and looked on admiringly; Bloodnock tried to award Oscars for the hash Trash
play, but most wanted to forget about it [and him].
There
were a number of notable achievers of which Jonesey was the least notable. He was awarded both his 250 and 10 run shirts, while Tom Jones had just one for
800 run and Yoshi one also for 750 runs.
Songs: True to his name Gayboy Gordan had composed
a ditty by that gay-boy group the Village
People. To say that his attempt
at a hash version of YMCA was weak would be unfair. To say that it was an unmitigated disaster would be fairer. ‘It’s
Fun to Run on ….Ja-Kar-Ta-Hash,’ another load of bollocks. I rarely look forward to a song by Tarzan,
but he proved me wrong and his tune about our beloved president went down well
especially With a Little Help from His Friend - Leeky Dick.
Rain
came and went, the circle ended late and a dozen of so of us eventually drifted
off for makan at Ikan Bakar!
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