Scribe For CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE RUN Run
Scribe and Photo by Yogi Bear, Vijai Deb
A Chinese New Year Eve run hosted by the Bhais, Utam & Sukvinder and
far out near Tampin? To go or not to go was the question? The pack gathered at Runsite and despite the reunion dinner, the heat of
this dry weather, there was one Chinaman
who was lured to Run this trail. He was non-other then Peter Looi.
Utam and his co-hare Paramjit showed their worth by selecting such a
wonderful site and laying a good trail. The pack was off to follow angpow red and white paper over undulating
terrain in rubber and then immature oilpalm. Solving this check,we went uphill and
Chinnathamby was from this point
never seen again until the end of the trail. We came down, up another hill to a new
rubber replant and the 2nd check. What goes up must come down and
moving along the planted terraces, we spotted the paper verging right in the
direction of Formosa Complex.. Moving carefully over this steep
trail,the pack set off on a estate road to another check at a trench fence. The joke was on those who looked for
paper in the direction of the runsite,in vain and paper was way off on the left
where you least expected it. We
dragged our asses on to the trail and were then on the main road leading back to
the Runsite. Food, Beer, Toddy, Whiskey , the spread was laid out by the hare at the
Runsite and eating was priorty. With our bellies full, the GM called for the
ritual. The circle successfully handed out down-downs to nearly everyone,
starting with the hare and co-hare, the only Chinaman, continuing with visitors
from Surabaya and some long missed faces,
various accusations and finishing with “anyone who hasn’t received a
down-down yet.” Surprising, Peter
Looi was lured to stayed by the Toddy. Tiger Mah the bartender kept the beer
flowing for us, so he gets to keep his job for another year. This was one Run
(back to the basic) and On On was
as it used to be in the old days and we all enjoyed it. The food was a hit and
lastly Utam’s Takeway was a Sold-Out.
Finally, as the eyes became blurr, the beer bottles or paper cups stopped
being bottomless, we all wished each other “ Cock a Doodle Do, any C*** will
do” and went our separate ways into
the Year of the Rooster.
on 8th Feb 2005