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KERTEH HASH HOUSE HARRIERS
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Run #3 - January 31,1988 (Run count prior to official registration in January, 1989) Venue: TCOT Hares: Jim & Nancy Ruppel - KH3 Founder A jungle bashing, not to mention beach combing and lalang hacking all in one. The gloomy thunder clouds that gathered around the last simmering light of the TCOT flare was not enough to deter our band of 44 hashers (yes! Yet another record turn out) that gathered around the Air Kelapa Store on the main Kuantan- Kuala Terengganu Highway. While everyone was warming up, Jay was caught exchanging trousers before the On On and someone was heard trying to blackmail her. The voice sounded like Zulkifli's. KC led the run at 6.05pm after the last straggler had come in. At first check, history was made when the whole bunch started to charge madly the bushes to the call of On On by Larry and Maniam that almost took us back to where we started. Jan Seong looked upset and thundered at everyone around him to go look in the opposite direction while he rest. Baker found paper and the cries of On On sets the whole bunch in motion again. The trail zigzagged along trenches and lalang until we came to a wide plain 100 meters across where the trail end. We spread out. KC guided by some some strange primeval instinct, decided to scale the mountain to look for the paper. Bob Brown was so exasperated at not finding any paper that he decided to plunge into the ocean. Jeff Jones convinced him that the trail did not lead to the TCOT SALMS. The fairer sex (also the fairer sex with hairy legs) started shouting impatiently "Are You? Are You?". Then Suryamurty found a heap of paper and shouts of On On filled the air. But as the bulls and the cows charged along, he was left straggling behind again. After 5 minutes of scrambling around the sandy shores, we lost the trail. The trail led us to the same tall lalang which Maniam promptly lost himself in. His antics reminded us of a tribe of pygmies in South Africa called the Farque-Awee Tribe, Being not more that 4 feet tall from head to toe, a whole families would get lost in the bush crying "Where the F*** are we?. Hence the name of the tribe. |
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